Sienna Mercer Novels & Stories

Tricia Mercer is a plus-size she-wolf trapped in a toxic three-year bond with an Alpha who openly calls her the worst mistake of his life. She cooks, cleans, manages his pack house, and sacrifices everything, desperately fighting for a love that never comes. Instead she is humiliated, ignored, and treated like a burden by both her mate and his family. On the night of his pack gathering, her world finally shatters. Her husband presents another she-wolf to the pack and announces she is carrying his pup. Worse, she is the daughter of a powerful Beta whose bloodline connections Maxwell needs to rise in pack hierarchy and secure his position as Alpha. But when Tricia refuses to accept the betrayal, the night turns violent. She is beaten… and thrown off a balcony by the very people she called family. Left for dead. But Tricia doesn't die. She wakes up and everything changes. Her memories return. She is not just a discarded Luna. She is Seraphina Montclair, the missing heiress of one of the most powerful pack dynasties in the world and the rightful Alpha of the Crestwood Pack. And the man who saved her? Caspian Voss. A name from her past… once invisible, now the Lycan King with power that makes every Alpha on the continent bow. As Tricia rises back into her true identity, the man who destroyed her realizes exactly who he lost and comes crawling back, desperate and obsessed. But this time she is no longer the she-wolf he broke. And Caspian? He's not letting her go again.

"Making you my Luna is the one thing I’ll always be ashamed of!" On our third anniversary, my husband, Alpha Keegan, brought his mistress home. He served her the dinner I cooked and asked her to live with us. I was the Luna, but I was just a ghost in his life. Then came the twist that shattered my world: she’s pregnant with his child. When an "accident" threatens her life, his cruelty becomes absolute. He doesn't want me; he just wants my rare, "golden blood". He orders me to become her living blood bank to "ensure Sienna and the baby's health". His final plan? To replace me as Luna. He thought I was just a weak Omega he could discard. He forgot I was once his strongest warrior. "I, Lilian Harrington, reject you as my mate and my husband." I'm done. But he refuses to sign the divorce papers, determined to keep his possession. He thinks I'll have nowhere to go. He's about to find out what happens when the warrior he cast aside is offered a new life by his biggest rival.

She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she’s stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield—his toxic on-and-off girlfriend—shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah’s wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she’s always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn’s older brother—a man who couldn’t be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game—a twisted bet between them—soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who’s always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to return and atone, but the phone rang again. "Your parents will kill you for honor. Don't go back." I waited. But instead of assassins, news arrived: the Morettis had been slaughtered by rivals. I bolted for home, only to be mowed down by a black sedan. As I died, I couldn't understand why my future self had orchestrated my end. Then I opened my eyes. I was back at the ceremony.

I hate him. I hate him more than anything in the world. He ruined my high school. He ruined my life. He was my crush, my first love. He was my bully. But now... He is my husband. To save my sick mother, my father had arranged a marriage with the son of the CEO of NAKROS Pharmaceuticals, ADAMS BLACK. I was to bear them an heir, and they get to save my mother. But how do I stay married to the one person I couldn't bear to look at? How do I bear to sleep next to the same man who had left me shattered years ago? He said he was sorry, but I was not a fool. He knelt and pleaded for my forgiveness, but I was no longer the naive weak Sienna of high school. He claimed he needed an heir? He won't fucking get it. And I have no plan on letting him know he already had, not one, but two heirs. Four years ago. ADAMS Four years ago, I fucked up. I treated the only girl I had ever loved so badly. I messed up. And when I finally saw her after four years, I needed a way to make amends, and I did the only thing I could think of.

Jade Mercer has spent nine years building her marketing firm on precision, discipline, and the deliberate decision to be underestimated. She walks into rooms and lets people assume she is the least dangerous person in them. Then she uses it. It has worked perfectly. It has also cost her everything warm and alive in herself that had nothing to do with ambition. Dominic Crest is the kind of man empires are built around and people are destroyed by. Ruthless, magnetic, and carrying a past he has weaponised into motivation, he has never wanted anything he did not eventually take. When Jade walks into his boardroom and refuses to look at him, he decides he wants her before she has finished her second slide. What begins as a single reckless Tuesday afternoon becomes something neither of them have language for. Jade discovers, one undone night at a time, that she has been starving herself of her own hunger for years, and that Dominic is the first person who has ever looked at her and seen exactly what she was hiding beneath the competence and the careful dresses. But Dominic's world is not clean. His past is populated with dangerous people, buried debts, and a woman from his history who does not accept endings. As Jade falls deeper into his orbit, the line between desire and destruction begins to blur in ways that could cost her everything she built. Sinful Awakening is a story about a woman who stopped apologising for her appetite. About power and who really holds it. About the specific madness of wanting someone who is genuinely bad for your carefully constructed life, and choosing them anyway, with both eyes open and no intention of stopping.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Have extra pairs of underwear and get ready to clutch your thighs, this book contains mature themes and explicit sexual content intended for viewers rated 18+. Further triggers are listed below: Violence Toxic Family Cheating BDSM Emotional manipulation Abandonment issues Kidnapping. Reader-discretion-advised , if this is your cup of tea get ready to get wet. ( I’m referring to your eyes.) Four years of lies against one night that changed everything. Sienna Blake hoped her boyfriend of four years would propose to her, but instead she catches him in bed with her cousin. Humiliated and betrayed, she gave him a chance to make it right… only to discover his true colors.Alone and vulnerable in New York, she’s caught by a charming stranger in her most intimate moment. What begins as embarrassment explodes into a night of reckless desire, heat, and forbidden pleasure,one she’ll never forget.She bids farewell hoping to meet or hear from him again, but she is met with nothing but silence. Feeling stupid , she does what she knows best and gets a slap in the face with reality. Some mistakes don’t stay in the past, they follow you around, taunt you, and claim you in ways you never imagined.Embark on this journey to uncover deep and dark secrets. Can you keep a secret ?

“I tilted my chin up. “You wouldn’t dare, Dante.” His lips curved. “Then, you don’t know me well enough.” “I never knew you well enough because you watched our child get squashed right in front of your eyes.” WHO ARE WE WHEN STRIPPED OF OUR NAME, FACE AND PAST??? Leila has always been in love with Dante Moretti who happens to be her best friend’s father, a man feared in the underworld and desired by every woman. When his wife dies mysteriously, Leila finally comes face-to-face with the monster himself. But one mistake, one forbidden night, destroys everything. Her best friend, Sienna Moretti, finds out… and ends her in the most brutal way imaginable. Leila dies in a pool of blood, whispering Dante’s name for help as he watches with a smirk on his face. Except fate doesn’t end her story. She wakes up in another woman’s body. A woman with a hidden past, a face tied to Dante’s enemies, and a chance to destroy everyone who destroyed her. Now reborn as Isadora Vale, Leila returns to a world of power, lust, and deception—not to love Dante, not to forgive him, but to make them all pay. However, what will happen when the devil and the demoness lock eyes for the first time?

Samantha was never meant to survive. Found abandoned at the edge of the wolf pack’s territory, she was a fragile human child in a world of sharp fangs and unbreakable laws. The Alpha wanted nothing to do with her, but one woman defied him, taking Samantha in, raising her as her own, and shielding her from the brutal ways of the pack. But no amount of love could change what she was: an outsider. A girl without claws, without a howl. Sienna, the woman’s true daughter, never let her forget it. With whispers of doubt and cruel schemes, she poisoned the pack against Samantha, determined to see her cast out once and for all. But standing between Samantha and her sister’s hatred was Derek the Alpha’s son. He should have ignored her, should have turned his back like the rest. Instead, he became her silent protector, drawn to the fire in her eyes and the strength in her spirit. As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Samantha is faced with a choice to continue hiding in the shadows or carve out a place for herself among the wolves. But some in the pack would rather see her dead than see her rise. And the closer she gets to Derek, the more dangerous her existence becomes. Because in a world where only the strong survive, a human girl is either prey… or something far more dangerous.

My sister, Vivian Richmond, is celebrating her birthday with the rest of the family while I lie trapped in an abandoned factory, bleeding heavily. She's hired four thugs to torture me, and they've left me fighting for my life. I crawl toward my phone with what little strength I have left. When I finally reach it, I call my husband, Ethan Monroe. "Ethan, I'm seriously injured. Come save me now… I'm at the factory nearby. It won't take much of your time…" He scoffs at my weak, desperate voice. "Sienna, whining won't get you anywhere. Are you playing the victim now?" he says. "You'll stop at nothing to ruin Vivian's birthday party, huh? Hurry back with a gift and apologize to her, or I won't go easy on you this time." Before I can speak, I hear Vivian calling his name over the line. Ethan has no idea that the moment the call ends, I no longer need his forgiveness. He doesn't know that the foul, rotting corpse that makes even an experienced forensic pathologist like him recoil in disgust belongs to the wife he's hated for years.