The Undertaking of Hart and Mercy (Hart and Mercy, #1)

by Megan Bannen

“Most people start with hello.” “Hello, Hart-ache,” she sighed.

“Hello, Merciless.”

“I guess you’re still alive, then,” she said flatly. “I am. Try to contain your joy.”

banter on page 3?! LOVE

“Do you know what I think, Hart-ache?” He swallowed his unease and kept his voice cool. “Do tell, Merciless.”

“Do you honestly believe that dogs don’t have souls? Have you ever met a dog who wasn’t a hundred times nicer than your average human being?” “Um, no?”

Her shirt was unbuttoned to her sternum, and Hart had to will his eyes away from the resulting cleavage. That is enemy cleavage, he reminded himself.

sink. He hung the towel on its peg anyway and looked himself in the eye. There it was, a truth so evident that it may as well have been painted on his forehead in red letters. He was helplessly, boundlessly, stupidly in love with Mercy Birdsall.

He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her cold cream as she nestled her head into the real estate of his body she had claimed as hers, as if she didn’t already own everything he was, body and soul.

But if we are going to inform your dad that we’re dating, I’d rather it be over a nice, wholesome dinner, not when I’m leaving your place first thing in the morning because I’ve spent the night worshipping at the altar of your glorious, beautiful, intoxicating pussy.”

He figured that if he could no longer love Mercy in person, he could at least love her through the pages of her favorite novel. He

He bent down to kiss her. “Hello, Merciful.” She smiled at him, dimples and all. “Hello, Sweet-Hart.”