MERCY

A mentally ill woman meets the world’s hottest psychiatrist in this giddy romance.

Twenty-year-old Mercy Kavanaugh has been in and out of mental hospitals since she was abandoned in childhood by her parents. They were members of a religious sect who thought her violent hallucinations, which felt as if she was being skewered with nails and burned with acid, were caused by demonic possession. She and the rest of the psych ward are shaken up by the arrival of Dr. Travis Sutton, a new psychiatrist who, with his tousled hair, jeans, and muscle T-shirts, looks more like a Hugo Boss model than a shrink. Sutton good-naturedly parries Mercy’s defensive snark and soon declares a breakthrough: She’s not suffering from paranoid schizophrenia, as previously diagnosed, but from PTSD caused by the cultic abuse she suffered as a girl. He takes her off antipsychotics, reviving her libido, and applies his signature treatment of cradling her in his arms and soothing her tears after she has nightmares. Coached by her gal pals, Mercy tries seducing Sutton with outrageous sex talk during their sessions and, to make him jealous, a flirtation with a male patient. As she stampedes over Sutton’s weak protestations about transference and his medical license, passionate make-out sessions ensue with much groping and fondling. Alas, their love is threatened by federal regulations that will age her out of the hospital on her 21st birthday and into a halfway house. Decker’s yarn features an ideal lover, a dreamboat who’s fascinated by every wrinkle of the hero’s psyche in addition to her body, set in a glamorized rendition of a mental health facility that’s full of good-looking patients who don’t even seem crazy, just oversexed. The author’s skillful prose plangently evokes Mercy’s loneliness and fear of abandonment in the novel’s opening. (“Following each return to the unit, each searing disappointment, I let go of a little more hope,” Mercy muses of her rejections by foster families. “Once I was all hollowed out, I understood that no one would save me.”) After Dr. Sexy perks her up, though, the writing takes on a salacious energy and cheer. (He: “I have something for you.” She: “Is it a vibrator?”) Readers will root for Mercy’s campaign to undermine the psychiatric profession’s code of ethics.

A fizzy tale about an entirely inappropriate but entertaining love affair.