Title: AT HIS MERCY
Author: Shelly Bell
Series: Forbidden Lovers, #1
On Sale: June 20, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Trade Paperback: $14.99 USD
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“Bell opens the Forbidden Lovers series with a sexy thriller that will leave readers breathless. This novel is sultry and hot in all the right places, with just enough plot to keep the pages turning.” –Publishers Weekly, Starred Review
“With a liberal dose of suspense and mega-hot sex, Bell's compelling first novel in the Forbidden Lovers series is exciting right through to the epilogue...absolutely nothing is wasted in this taut tale.” –RT Book Reviews, Top Pick Review
Angel in his arms . . . Devil at her heels
One last, no-strings night of indulgence. That's all Tristan wants before he begins a much-needed new chapter in his life. Instead he finds an innocent angel in pink who brings him to his knees.
Isabella is done hiding from the world . . . and her haunting memories. Discovering courage in the arms of a perfect stranger, she finally lets go and sheds her inhibitions.
To Isabella's shock, she soon learns that Tristan is more than her mystery man—he's her professor. But Tristan isn't the only person who's found Isabella on campus. A dark figure from her past has come back for her. Now Tristan will risk anything to protect Isabella . . . even if it costs him his life.
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“You want to know what I’m going
to do to you if you consent to playing with me tonight?” His hot breath tickled
the shell of her ear. “Anything I want.” He bit down on her lobe, causing a
slight sting before soothing it with his tongue. “And what I want is to turn
that creamy white skin of yours pink as your T-shirt. Then, when you’re wet and
throbbing, and you’re out of your mind with the need to come, I’ll finger-fuck
that pussy of yours until you see stars. How’s that to start? Does it meet with
your approval?”
Holy hell in a handbasket.
The image sent a flash of heat to
her lower belly, rocking her off her axis and causing her to wobble, her knees
suddenly weak as a newborn foal’s. Between her thighs, the muscles clenched and
rippled with what she swore was a mini orgasm. “Yes.” She coughed, clearing the
rasp of arousal that had formed in her throat. “I can honestly say I approve
wholeheartedly.”
His expression turned hungry as
his eyes raked over her from head to toe. For a moment, she had the urge to
flee just to see if he’d run after her. Pressing her hand to her chest, she
shivered, the idea of it surprisingly arousing. What would he do to her when he
caught her?
He didn’t give her the chance to
find out, snatching his black duffel bag off the floor before interlacing his
fingers with hers and dragging her through the throngs of people.
She couldn’t help but wonder what
was in that bag of his that would turn her skin pink. “Where are you taking
me?” she asked, her heart hammering wildly.
“Somewhere we can talk.”
Talking was the last thing she
wanted to do. Her body was hovering on the edge of the unknown, and ready to
make that giant leap. “Couldn’t we skip the talking?”
Tristan placed a hand on the base
of her spine, directing her past the kitchen. Although the gesture probably
meant nothing, it felt almost…territorial, as if he was staking his claim to
her. “Safety first. This is your first time and you deserve the full
experience. Besides, negotiating is part of the fun. Think of it as cerebral foreplay.”
He was right. She knew nothing
about him other than his first name. To hand over her submission without at
least having a conversation about safe words and limits would be foolish. But
negotiation, fun? She could think of several other things she’d rather do with
her mouth at that moment.
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