What Books Feature The Character Unhasban Nerry?

She walked out of her husband’s life, thinking she was free. She was wrong. The moment she crossed paths with his uncle, everything changed. He was danger wrapped in control, untouchable, untamed… and obsessed with her. Every look, every touch, every secret night pulled her closer, and no matter how hard she tried to resist, he was already claiming her. Divorce was supposed to set her free. Instead, it chained her to the one man she could never have—and the one who refuses to let her go.

“Does your husband know you’re taking my cock and moaning my name like a good bad girl? Does he know?” My toes curled as his deep octave dropped sensation into my body, p**sy dripping with every thrust he made deeper into my c*unt. My back arched off the bed, and my lips parted… body trembling as every thrust moved me closer to my orgasm. * I didn’t mean to fuck him, but I did. And one night of reckless pleasure suddenly turned into reality. It should have been nothing but a nightmare… but what happened when that nightmare came back as your nemesis, taking and claiming you in every corner… right where your husband could hear you? I should not want him. I should not like the way his lips part my legs open. I should not like the way his tongue moved against my skin, or the way he parted me open and ruined me till I’m nothing but a trembling mess… but I did. Because he made sure I realized how helpless every inch of my body longed for him. This is not your road to salvation. This is your way to damnation. And here… we offer smut and plot, so join me as I drip, wipe, and smirk. Thank you.

"No matter where you are in world, as long as the moonlight lay waste upon the tips of the blades of grass. I will find you. I will destroy everything in my path, if that is what it takes to make you mine. Why, you ask? It is simple. Because you belong to me." Embark on the twisted love story of the strongest Night Hallow, the Count of Erana and the human kissed by the Sun, Asthenosthene as they find solace and purpose in each others eyes. Will the pleasure-driven and sadistic faceless Count of Erana, Chaol Dremurr have his icy heart thawed by Asty? Or will Asty become the slave of the tormented life he gave her? As the woman who carries the weight of the entire country, will she be able to abide by the rules and tame the destructive count? Will he fall or will she fall? Or will the Count of Erana's heart change for a mere village girl?  

Murdered by one of her fated mate’s women after he betrayed her, Lorelai wakes forty days before the marking ceremony and rejects Caelan before he can bind her again. To escape him—and prevent the massacre she remembers—she marries Karl Ashborne, Caelan’s much older, supposedly wolfless uncle, the man destined to be assassinated. But Karl hides the most powerful wolf of his generation, Lorelai carries the last royal witch blood, and an obsessive vampire prince is already preparing to claim her as his bride. In her first life, Lorelai gave Caelan everything: her loyalty, her body, and the mark that made their bond impossible to escape. He rewarded her by surrounding himself with other women—and one of them poisoned Lorelai, drove silver into her ribs, and left her to die. Now Lorelai has one chance to change the future. Her marriage to Karl is meant to be nothing more than a bargain: separate rooms, separate property, no sex, no mark, and the freedom to leave whenever she chooses. Karl offers her something Caelan never did—the right to decide what happens to her own life. But the man everyone calls weak is anything but harmless. Karl’s control hides a dangerous power, and every step Lorelai takes to prevent his murder draws her deeper into his world—and closer to the husband she never intended to desire. Meanwhile, Caelan refuses to accept that his rejected mate has chosen another man. The women responsible for Lorelai’s death begin gathering again. And Valerian Noctis, a beautiful and ruthless vampire prince, invokes an ancient blood right to seize Lorelai’s body, crown, and future. Saving Karl may stop Greyhaven from burning. Loving him may awaken a prophecy capable of restoring the witch dynasty the wolves destroyed—and plunging every kingdom into war.

When Prince Akyran proposes to Ecaeris Reyneris she thinks it is a love match. They have, after all, been best friends since childhood. But she soon finds out that Akyran’s heart lies with his secret halfling mistress and he has married her to satisfy the requirements of the Dark Court for him to have a brethren bride and heir.

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know that they are the same person. And he doesn’t know that the wolfless girl he refuses to desire is the lost mate he has searched for all his life.