Title: Hotel O
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2018
Blurb
Pleasure is business.
That’s our motto here at Hotel O.
No strings attached gratification is what we provide. Nothing is off limits.
And all of it stays within these walls.
My job as the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice.
Girlfriends are a liability I can’t afford.
So I get my own satisfaction somewhere else.
Online.
Anonymous.
Nothing beyond a one-night stand …
And I’ve found the perfect toy to play with.
A persistent, equally wicked girl that I can’t say no to.
The girl who’s going to make me risk it all.
Welcome to Hotel O … Enjoy your stay.
Author’s Note: Hotel O is complete and utter filthiness. Expect lots of debauchery … with multiple people. Please do not read if you’re easily offended or do not enjoy romances that explore the boundaries of depravity … Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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Within seconds, the door handle clicks, and I hold my breath in anticipation.
A man in a black suit and a red tie steps in. The door shuts behind him.
My eyes glide over his body, and his glide over mine. His face is also hidden behind a mask.
He’s tall, and his hair is thick and dark, just like his voice when he says, “Hello, Kitten …â€
I’m struck with awe at the sound of his voice. It’s real. It’s him.
That same shiver runs up and down my spine as he approaches me slowly.
In a split second, images of violence flash through my mind. All the possible things that could happen. All the things he could do to me.
We’re alone, in a hotel room, and neither of us know each other by name.
He could do anything he wanted.
Take me. Use me. Lock me up.
Kill me.
And no one would ever know it was him.
The perfect setting for the perfect crime.
Yet I’m not afraid of him.
I’m only afraid of my own reaction to what’s about to go down.
Meeting him was the only thing I wanted, and now that it’s finally happening, I wonder if it’ll be enough. If I can satiate my needs without crossing the line.
He comes even closer, but I don’t move an inch. I don’t know if it’s because I’m scared, or if it’s because my body feels as if it’s made of rocks and ice.
I shudder when he stands across from the bed, leans against the dresser, and casually slides his eyes from the tips of my toes hidden in black heels all the way up to my high ponytail without any shame.
His tongue dips out to wet his lips, and for a second there, I wish he licked mine instead.
He cocks his head. “So this is what you want?â€
I nod and part my lips to say something, but nothing springs to mind. Nothing important … except for the fact I want him to fuck me raw.
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he's a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
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Title: Chased
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: February 12, 2018
Blurb
I’m filthy rich … and ruthless.
I live for the hunt. The chase.
My desires aren’t exactly normal.
But neither is she … The girl I bought.
She’s innocent and blind.
Perfect for all my wicked needs.
Perfect to prove just how far I’m willing to go.
But there’s just one problem …
I’m falling for her. Deep. Hard. Fast.
Even though I’m the bad guy. The man who keeps her locked away.
I’ll do anything to make her stay.
One thing’s for sure … She will be mine.
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing content that may be offensive to readers.
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Something metallic slides open. It pokes my skin. A blade?
He slowly slides it down my skin along the same line he kissed me, right around my collarbone. Not deep enough to hurt me … but sharp enough to let me know who’s in charge.
Then he pushes it down along the shirt, forcing the buttons to pop. Cutting the fabric in half at various points, he must be destroying the shirt completely.
I’m flabbergasted as he continues to the bottom, slicing it open.
With just the tip of the knife, he slides open the shirt, revealing my naked body.
I don’t even care that he can see me.
He already watched when I was under the shower, and my body is a commodity anyway.
With just a nudge, he manages to slip it off my shoulders, leaving me completely bare. Except for the fresh panties I found in the drawer that I’m currently wearing.
He pushes the knife underneath the fabric, barely avoiding my skin, and then cuts through it.
Even my panties don’t get a pass.
He rips them off and throws them away.
And I’m left utterly naked. Vulnerable. Weak.
It’s what he likes. What he craves.
I’ve learned that much.
“Take off my shirt,†he says, his voice dark and heavy.
I swallow away the lump in my throat and start at the bottom, unbuttoning each one carefully so I don’t anger him. As my hand goes up, I pass thick, rippling muscles, and they make my mouth water.
Fuck. I shouldn’t at all be liking what I feel. Not at all.
I continue until I get to the top, knowing he’s watching my every move. Hell, he’s probably checking out my body right this very moment, but I don’t even care. It’s not as if he hasn’t seen me before. This is all a play … a show of power.
He’s got me right where he wants me, and he’s loving it.
I can tell from the way he holds his breath as my hands push underneath the shirt and slide it off his shoulder. Then I sit back down again.
“Unzip me,†he says, still very much towering over me.
I do what he says, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them until his boxer shorts are exposed … and the hard dick underneath.
When my hands leave his body, he grasps my wrist and stops me. “Boxers too,†he adds roughly.
I swallow again before curling my fingers under the elastic band and pulling them down along with his pants. I have to drag them over a considerable bulge, and it makes me suck in a breath the moment it pops. I don’t even have to see it to know it’s big.
“Wrap your hand around it,†he says.
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Unprofessional Bad Boys Series, RUIN, Indecent Games Series, Father, and Caged. She is also a writer of various erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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Title: Caged
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: September 26, 2017
Blurb
They call me savage. An untamed beast.
I was born in the cage. Born to fight. Born to carry its name.
Locked away, I’ve spent years waiting for my mate.
I'm pent up with need. Brimming with desire.
All I want is her... That beautiful girl from the picture on my prison wall.
Now she’s finally here, sharing a cell.
So close. So hard to resist.
But one thing’s for sure…
Even if she doesn’t know it yet, she’s already mine.
WARNING: Contains disturbing content that may be offensive to some readers.
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Like a wolf that’s sniffed its prey, my nostrils flare with excitement at the sight of the open door. Finally, after all this time, she’s mine.
I rush to the door like a rabid animal, wanting to claim her this very instant.
I can’t wait any longer. I want her so badly; I feel like I’m about to explode with need, so I storm through the door, ready to take her.
I kick the door to my cage closed and march toward hers. I ignore everything else in the room and focus solely on getting to her. I peer around the corner through the opening. There she is.
My woman.
My Ella.
I rush to her, not giving a shit that Syrena is yelling at me, asking what’s going on. I want her. No, I need her.
I want to bury myself deep inside her and hear her moans as I fill her with my seed. I want to feel her skin on top of mine; I want to lick her crevice and taste her sweetness on my tongue. I want it all.
But when I approach her, she cowers in a corner, diving away when I get close.
Her eyes are filled with fear as I stare at her for a moment, her body shivering.
But there’s no need to be scared. I’ll take more than good care of her.
I’ll give her every lick she’ll need, every kiss she asks for. I’ll protect her from anything and anyone. Because she’s mine now …
My woman.
My Ella.
I reach for her and grasp her arm. She resists, jerking free, so I take her other arm. Again, she pulls back and gives me this look as if she doesn’t want me to touch her. But that’s not true. I saw her looking. I saw those hungry eyes. I saw her practically begging for my cock when she licked her lips at the sight of it.
Just as her eyes slide down my body this very instant, taking in every inch of my length. She gulps, visibly impressed. A smirk spreads on my lips.
I know she likes what she sees.
She can’t deny her own body’s desires.
So I put my hands on her tiny waist, lift her up from the floor, and throw her over my shoulder.
Then I turn around and march right back into the room I came from, kicking the door to her cage shut.
With her fists, she pounds on my back.
Feisty. I like that.
It makes it much more interesting when she’s just as eager as I am. I’ll make sure she’s opened up to me before our time is over.
I put her down on the bed, and she immediately tries to crawl away. Towering over her, I grasp her ankles and flip her over. That blue dress looks pretty on her … but it’s in the way. So I lean over her and push it up with my hand until it’s right above her waist. I can see she’s struggling, her fingers desperately clinging to the fabric as if she’s afraid of what’s about to happen.
But the look in her eyes … it’s different from anything I’ve ever seen before. Like she doesn’t know what’s about to happen. Like it’s never happened to her before.
Could she be …?
I smile at the thought.
My seed will be the first to lay claim to her womb.
As I hover over her, she places her hands on my chest and face, pushing me away. I grasp them and pin them above her head. My face is so close to hers now … I can smell her delicious scent. With my eyes closed, I take a whiff, and they almost roll to the back of my head. That’s how good it smells.
But when I open my eyes again, hers are red, and water fills them again. With my thumb, I brush away the single drop rolling down her cheek. Then I tuck her beautiful white hair behind her ears, and I lean in to press a kiss to her lips.
It’s agonizingly slow for me, but I know I need to be gentle with her.
For all these years, her body went untouched, and it doesn’t know how to respond to a man like me. Doesn’t know how to yield.
But I’ll show her. With my body, I’ll teach her how to submit.
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, the Indecent Games Series, and FATHER. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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EXCERPT: She turns her attention to me as she rubs her forehead with her towel. “Well, well, what a coincidence.” I smile and enjoy the view. No point in denying anything, especially since there’s been no allegation. Yet. “So Bruno already found you. Are you stalking us or something?” she asks, raising a brow. Ah-ha, there it is. “Nah.” I grin. “Just your friendly neighborhood preacher patrolling the area.” She rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s barely able to keep the laughter inside. “Got something to confess?” I ask. She snorts. “Like you don’t already know everything.” “I do!” Bruno raises his hand. “Oh, yeah? Tell me then, what’d you do?” I inquire, inching closer. He closes his mouth and freezes, so I lean in even closer and pat the bench. “Sit.” He does what I ask, and then I turn my ear to him so he can whisper. “I peed in the sandbox.” My grin turns into a full-on outburst of laughter. “What?” Laura asks. I turn my face to Bruno and whisper back into his ear, “Is that the real reason you didn’t wanna play in the sandbox anymore?” He nods. “What?!” Laura’s voice is even louder this time, and she’s even thrown her towel over her shoulder like some kind of statement. Bruno looks at me as if he’s pleading me not to tell her—probably because she’d get mad and rightfully so. But I think I’ll play along with this game. So I twine my fingers and smile like a motherfucker. “I’m sorry. Confessions made to a preacher are strictly confidential.” Oh, that look on her face right now. Blood-boiling rage. Magnificent. “Frank …” she hisses. I shrug, still smiling as I lean back. “He did something; you gotta tell me. This isn’t a joke,” she grumbles. “What if it’s something embarrassing or wrong?” “You mean like that thing we did in church?” Her eyes widen, and the shock on her face is amazing to see. “What thing?” Bruno asks. “Nothing!” Laura hisses. “Frank …” I look at Bruno and say, “Bruno. If you say you’re sorry, your sins will be forgiven.” “Does that mean God forgives me too?” I nod. It’s hard to explain these things to a kid as young as he is. He draws a cute cross on his chest and mumbles, “I’m sorry.” “Good.” I pat his back and then look at Laura. “See? He’s repenting, so he’s forgiven of his sins.” She narrows her eyes and snarls at me. “You are so bad.”
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Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Romance Suspense/Taboo Romance
Release Date: April 25, 2017
Cover Designer: Booming Covers
Confess your sin.
People call me Father, but I prefer Frank because I’m the worst preacher you’ll ever meet.
Days spent completely wasted pull a number on you, especially when you’ve got a truckload of baggage that comes with it.
Until this beautiful girl in the back of the church takes my breath away.
…And we end up committing sacrilege in the confessional.
Did I mention I’m filthy?
Bad doesn’t even begin to describe me, and after one taste of what she’s got to offer, I want more.
Too bad having a dirty mind isn’t the only thing we’ve got in common…
Our past is laced with sin.
Author’s Note: This book is not for everyone. It’s raw. It’s vulgar. It’s downright offensive. But it’s oh so damn delicious with a capital D. If you are easily offended or prudish, please don’t read this book. But if you like a bit of humor mixed in with raunchiness and brawling, you’ll love this book.
Contains disturbing situations, strong language, and graphic violence.
 
    
“Fuck …” she murmurs, and she bites my lip, drawing more blood. “I fucking hate you so much right now.”
“Hmm … I can tell,” I muse, licking the top of her lips and pulling her closer. “And I fucking hate that too.”
“Fuck you; you’re the cause of all this,” she whispers as I let my tongue roam free across her neck.
“You were the one who seduced me. This is what you get,” I tease, licking her skin.
She leans back and tries to smack me again, but this time I grasp both her wrists and pin them to the wall. “You wanna do this the hard way? You got it,” I growl, and I nudge her legs apart with my knee. “But I’m not going anywhere, and you know it.”
“Damn you,” she hisses, so I cover her mouth with mine to stop the complaining.
She wants this.
She clearly does, or she wouldn’t have kissed me.
She’s just mad that she does, and that’s okay. I’m pissed off too.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t fix this shit.
And what better way to make up than with a bit of hard, rough fucking? Nothing.
So I curl my fingers under her shirt and rip it off, not giving a shit that it’s tearing at the seams. And lucky me … she’s not even wearing a bra.
“Hey!” she calls out, but I smother her with more kisses and lick the seam of her mouth until she parts her lips and lets me in. My tongue always shuts her up.
Her tits are a handful and feel so nice as I rub my thumb across her nipples, hardening them.
“You know you like this,” I murmur against her lips, grinning like a motherfucker as I twist her nipple.
“Shut up,” she growls, and she rakes her fingers through my hair as she kisses me.
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter. “After I take your ass.”
Her comeback is to rip off my shirt and buttons fly everywhere.
I love it when she gets feisty.
I spin her around so she’s facing the wall. “Mine.”
“Mine? You wish,” she says, so I push my hard-on against her thighs.
“Oh yes, you’re mine, all right. Feel this? That’s what you do to me. That’s how crazy you make me, even when we hate each other’s guts.”
“Just fuck me. I’m done talking,” she hisses, eyeing me from over her shoulder as my hand slithers down her belly.
I rip down her zipper and pull the button loose, taking down her pants and underwear in one go.
She squeals again, but I cover her mouth with my hand and whisper, “Don’t want the kids to hear you moan …”
She still looks furious as my hand dives between her legs. I grin when I feel her slickness, even when she tries to keep her legs together.
“See?” I muse.
“I so wanna smack that grin off your face,” she growls.
“You can try … but nothing can beat this.” I rub my fingers up and down her slit, slowly easing her into it until her legs part and I can swivel across her clit. “As much as I hate to say it … you’re mine now, and I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
 
She smiles again and bites her lip, looking at me with those dreamy eyes. Gosh, I wanna kiss her so badly. And then I figure … why not?
So I grab her face and pull her close until our lips touch and our mouths lock. I can’t help but smile as I kiss her because every second I taste her on my lips is another win.
She’s everything I ever wanted, and I think I’m only just beginning to understand what this means for me. For us. For the future.
When our lips unlatch, her face still hovers so close to mine. I can feel her hot breath on my skin, and it makes me wanna do all the dirty stuff I promised the nurses I wouldn’t. The question is: Would anyone notice if we did?
“I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is no,” she quips, putting up a finger.
“Aw … c’mon.” I sigh.
“No! This is a hospital, for crying out loud.” She snorts. “But I’m glad your dick still works perfectly fine.”
“You can break my bones and shoot me down, but nothing will ever stop this monster dick from getting stiff as a rod, trust me.”
She snorts, and I kiss her again for good measure, tasting the sweetness that is her mouth so I can remember it while I’m stuck in this stupid hospital bed and she’s gone home.
“Ugh … I wish I could stay,” she murmurs against my lips.
“Can’t you?”
“I’m not a patient, remember?”
“You could be. There’s an empty bed. I’ll kick Carl out.”
She sniggers from my comment. “You’ll be out in no time.”
“And what then?” I ask. “Are you coming to live with me in the church or …?”
“No, thanks. I don’t wanna get killed by Margaret. Or worse … give her a heart attack.”
“Heart attack?” I frown.
“She’d die of one if she caught us having sex one more time.”
I laugh. “Well, she’ll just have to deal with that then. I mean, c’mon, a man’s got his needs, right? She knows that.”
“Does she even like me?” she asks, toying with my hair.
“Of course, she does.” I grab her hand and kiss the back. “You like me … so she likes you too. The two go hand in hand.”
“Really?” She raises a brow. “Because I know what we did last time we were there, and it wasn’t pretty.”
“We’ll be more … secretive from now on,” I muse, biting my lip. “And I can’t wait to defile the church all over again.” I grunt and pull her onto the bed with me, smashing my lips to hers, fiercely taking her.
I can’t help myself. It’s just the way I am. A needy asshole who can’t get enough of her.
“Stop,” she murmurs, grinning. “We have to behave.”
“For now. But wait until I’m outta here. Then we’ll see how bad I can get.”
“Who says I wanna?”
“Don’t lie to yourself,” I tease, poking her in the belly. “You and I both know you want me.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ll take you back, but …” She pushes me back with a flat hand. “You still have some making up and groveling to do, Mister.”
With a lopsided smile, I say, “Call me Father Frank … and I’ll make you confess all your sins.”
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Jeanette's Review of Father by Clarissa Wild Father by Clarissa WildMy rating: 5 of 5 stars 5+more Stars So sinfully dirty can’t even begin to describe Father…This book will make you feel like the dirty little bookwhore that you are. So many emotions are brought out from reading. I honestly cannot remember if I’ve read a book that has brought out every kind of emotion possible out of me. This has got to be the dirtiest of dirty reads that I’ve read and believe me I have read dirty or at least I thought I had…Clarissa proves me wrong. I’m still trying to figure out if it’s because the main character “Frank” is a preacher that makes this the dirtiest of dirty for me. Although this is not just a dirty read, it has such a great storyline. I loved every sinful moment of reading this book. Happy Reading Everyone!!! View all my reviews 
Title: Wicked Bride Games
Series: Indecent Games #1
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Erotic Suspense
Release Date: January 10, 2017
Blurb
Fifty million dollars for three weeks of your life in the hands of a total stranger. Would you do it? When Naomi Lee finds herself out of a job and out of the money she needs to pay her father’s medical bills, she receives an anonymous letter, containing an offer she can’t refuse. Max Marino, a wealthy businessman, wants her and he’ll pay any price.
Three weeks of her time, no holds-barred, in exchange for fifty million dollars.
With no other means to pay her bills, Naomi has no choice but to accept.
However, Naomi isn’t the only one who signs the contract.
And Max isn’t alone in his deal.
Three brothers …
Nine girls …
All competing for the ultimate prize … marriage.
Let the games begin. WARNING: contains explicit situations, graphic violence, and other disturbing content some readers may find offensive. 
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Her hands are trying to grasp me to roll me over again and get her on top, but I’m not letting her get close. Instead, I pin her to the floor and fuck her even harder. She opens her legs even farther and moans when I take her nipple between my teeth and tug.
I know she likes what I do … but she can’t help always trying to be at the top. It’s what we do. Who we are. Fighters. Winners. Conquerors. And in each other, we’ve found our match. Her hand reaches between her legs, and she furiously starts masturbating as I fuck her pussy raw. She’s so tight and wet that I lose control, and I close my eyes for just a second to enjoy the sensations. Only to find me rolling around again and having her end up on top of me. She slams me down on the floor and holds my hand down harder as she swivels around on my cock. She brings her blood-soaked finger to my mouth and makes me suck on it. One of my hands is free, and I use it to flick her clit, making her moan out loud. A few seconds later, her eyes roll into the back of her head, and I can feel her muscles tighten all around me. Wetness coats my cock, and I come undone. Howling, I come inside her, my seed pulsing deep into her pussy, just like it should. She holds my hand in place over her clit, as if to signify that it belongs there. That she’s not only mine, but that I’m also hers. Breathing heavily, she slowly falls down on top of me, my cock still inside her. She rests her head on my chest, and I listen to her breaths as she listens to my heart. I pet her hair, which is still slick from blood and sweat, and I wonder if this is the best sex I’ve had in my entire life. “Is it over now?” she mutters suddenly. I smile as she lifts her head with a curious look on her face. “Yes, it is … and you won.” 
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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Title: Happy Forever After Darkness
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: December 14, 2016
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A return to the dark side … Four stories, intertwined by fate. There is nothing these men and women won’t do for the love they fought so hard to keep. Three years have passed since their worlds collided, but their stories have yet to end. As Daniel and Ava learn to cope with their new reality, they decide to take the ultimate step toward freedom, but it’s not without cost. For Angel and Sky, returning to the place where they met isn’t without regrets. While Viktor and Alexis discover an old friend has disappeared, they uncover something they weren’t prepared for. And while Phoenix and Vanessa are blissfully unaware of what’s about to go down, there’s at least one person who will always have their back … An old friend no one saw coming. This is a novella. It’s NOT a standalone. It’s recommended to read the following books first: Stalker, Twenty-One, Ultimate Sin, and Viktor. Make sure to also check out Mr. X, the book that started it all! 
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Phoenix slams the door shut behind her and immediately turns around and barges toward me just so he can lock me in his arms and twirl me around.
“Yes! Viva Las Vegas, baby!” I yell, grinning like mad. “You happy, princess?” he asks as he lowers me to the ground again, still holding me close. “I love it …” I muse. “It’s exactly what I wanted. How I pictured us together.” The lopsided smile on his face makes me lick my lips, and he grabs my chin and inches closer. “C’mere, sweet cheeks.” He smashes his lips onto mine with full fervor, not sparing even a second to breathe. Every time he kisses me, I feel like I can live forever, and now that we have this house, the home of my dreams, together … it just feels like I can finally live my happy forever after. “It’s a big home,” I murmur as our lips unlock. “Maybe we should have a housewarming party,” he says, wriggling his eyebrows. “Housewarming?” I frown. “We don’t have any f … Oh …” Finally, I get what he means. He grins, and his tongue dips out to lick his lips as he growls. “Oh, yes, princess. Time to get the chains out.” He kisses my chin and runs his tongue all the way down my neck, and I moan softly from his touch. “Where do you want it, princess?” he whispers against my skin. “We can do it everywhere … in the kitchen. On the table. On the stairs. Or maybe against the wall.” He picks me up below the hips and pushes me up against the wall. “We have all the time in the world,” I say. “Why not everywhere?” “Good thinking.” He grins. “Not a lot of furniture to use for fucking, though,” I add. “It’s still so empty.” “We’ll go shopping tomorrow,” he growls, pressing his lips between my breasts. “I don’t mean just that. I mean … this house … it has so many rooms. What will we do with them?” “You wanna worry about that now?” he growls as he rips down his zipper. “While I’m on the verge of fucking your pussy raw?” “I wanna know what you’re thinking,” I reply. “What we’re gonna do now that we finally have a place to call home.” “What do you mean?” he says, stalling in the middle of pulling down his pants. “I don’t know. I mean it’s an awfully big home to fill up with just the two of us.” He tilts his head back, his eyebrows drawing together. “What are you saying, princess? Are you seriously thinking …” “What?” I shrug. “No …” Phoenix shakes his head. “You don’t want …” “Us? A baby?” He laughs, and with the face he’s making, he has me laughing too. “Stop making silly jokes, princess. You know we aren’t cut out for that shit. Next thing you know, someone’s calling us Mommy and Daddy. I’m not that old.” Closing my eyes, I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t even know why I thought of it.” Probably because people always say you should start a family before you can be happy. But who am I kidding? Me, a mother? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. “We’re together … on our own … and no one’s gonna tear us apart. I’d say that’s reason enough to celebrate.” He grins against my lips and his hands suddenly grip my hips, jerking down my pants. “Now … where were we?” 
Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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Title: Bad Teacher
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 28, 2016
Blurb
My name is Thomas and I’m always hard.
No really, that’s my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine … literally.
I can’t help it that my name suits me well.
You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it’s gonna be mine.
One night. No names. No phone numbers. Just me, her, and pure pleasure.
Except, that one girl turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.
Why?
Because I broke my cardinal rule …
Never bang a student.
*Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled screwing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with ice cream, rainbows, and unicorns? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with giant jewels … Don’t even bother.* 
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He reaches into his pocket.
Something inside starts to vibrate. I squeal. Everyone turns around. Thomas places his finger on his own lips and shushes me. “Don’t make a sound.” “What the fuck?” I say. “Shh … not so loud. You don’t want everyone here to know you have a butt plug in your ass, do you?” he whispers. “Is that thing vibrating? Oh, my god.” My pupils dilate and then I growl, “You’re doing this.” “Yes, I am. I needed to make a point here.” “What point?” I shudder and clench my legs from the vibration, which pulses through me, causing delicious thumps. Fuck. How am I supposed to concentrate on the conversation? How am I supposed to eat my damn venison if I can’t lift a damn fork without shaking? “You are mine, Hailey. Whether you think you are or not doesn’t matter. When I say you’re mine, you’re mine completely. No one, and I mean no one, is going to touch you. I don’t share what belongs to me.” “I don’t belong—” “You belonged to me the moment I stuck my tongue into your pussy, and you know it,” he growls softly. “You think I’m playing around, don’t you? I’m not. I may not want to define whatever the fuck it is we’re doing here, but that doesn’t make me any less of a greedy motherfucker. And I am fucking greedy when it comes to you. That’s a problem of mine that I’m willing to admit now, having you on my mind every goddamn second of the day, wishing I could stick my tongue in your pussy and then my cock until I hear you scream my name. I also finally came to terms with the fact that I am one jealous asshole, and you won’t like me one bit when I’m jealous, Hailey, so don’t you make me one by letting other boys get a taste.” I’m baffled. I don’t even know what to say. Completely fucking speechless, that’s what. And I don’t even know if I’m supposed to take this as a compliment or a threat. Judging by the sensations between my legs, I guess it’s good either way. Not that I still have a choice in the matter. The more he talks, the more I want him to shut up and kiss me. Now, I know what Lesley means when she’s talking about alpha men. He’s the prime example. “Did you understand all that, Hailey?” “Um … yes? I guess?” I say, licking my lips from the tightness in my ass that I’m suddenly very aware of, considering we’re in a restaurant. The vibrating increases in intensity, making me squirm in my seat. “Not. Good. Enough,” he growls. “Tell me exactly what you won’t be doing.” “I won’t be seducing guys or letting anyone else touch me.” “And?” “I belong to you, even though we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend.” “Exactly. And when I ask you to tell me something, you will tell me.” “Fine, yes,” I whisper, breathing heavily through my mouth to cope with the increased pleasure I’m feeling down below. Goddamn. It feels so wrong inside a restaurant. “Yes, what?” He pulls the item from his pocket and shows it to me. “Or do you want me to turn this up a notch?” “Yes, Sir!” I say, a little bit louder than intended, causing people to turn their heads. He smiles wickedly. “Good.” The vibrating loses its power, but it doesn’t stop completely. “Why are you doing this?” I mutter. “We’re in a fucking restaurant.” “I don’t care where we are. I will give you pleasure whenever I want, wherever I want. Because… let’s face it, that wasn’t really punishment, was it? Tell me the truth.” he muses, placing the item on the table in full view. Goddamn, it feels like a jab. Like he knows he owns me or something. Of course, he does. I know it too. I just wish I could own him too. I sigh and pat my dress, trying to regain whatever’s left of my self-control. “Yes, Sir … I kinda liked it.” “Hmm … that’s my good girl.” Just those words … they do something to me. Especially the part when he says ‘my.’ It makes my stomach flutter. Thomas picks up his fork and takes a few more bites before putting it down again. Then he looks at me, at my plate, my fork, and points. “Are you done?” I nod, trying to act as normal as possible while my ass feels like it’s on fire. “Then let’s get outta here.” “But we haven’t had dessert yet.” “Oh … I know.” He grins. “We’ll get to that part soon.” He casually waves at the waiter. “Bill please!” 
Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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Jeanette's Review of Bad Teacher by Clarissa Wild
★★5 Spanking HOT Stars★★
Holy Hotness!!! I am HOT for teacher!!! Wow, this was a really steamy hot read. Mr. Thomas Hard (Professor Hard) will have you all hot and bothered. Guaranteed to steam up the e-reader. I was addicted from page one and couldn't put it down until the very end. I loved that Hailey is as feisty as she is and I absolutely loved Mr. Hard's dirty talking alpha male self. You got to love the name Mr. Hard. Who wouldn't want to take his class and deal with his punishments?!?! If you are looking for a dirty talking alpha male then look no further. Not only is this a hot, sexy read, but I found myself laughing out loud a lot. I really enjoyed everything about this book and I highly recommend that you get this one to read. Happy Reading Everyone!!! |
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