At His Mercy
A professor and his student fall into an all-consuming forbidden love affair in this edgy erotic suspense with killer plot twists.
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.
"I was at Shelly Bell's mercy from page one. This novel sucked me in, and didn't let me go until the very last sexy page. This book had some of the hottest scenes I've ever read. 10 stars!" -- New York Times bestselling author Alessandra Torre
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At His MercyUser Review - Publishers Weekly
Bell opens the Forbidden Lovers series with a sexy thriller that will leave readers breathless. Isabella Lawson barely survived being attacked by her ex-boyfriend. She’s ready to take control of her ... Read full review
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