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Monday, April 24, 2017

New Release & Giveaway - FATHER!! A filthy romance by Clarissa Wild




Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Taboo Romance
Release Date: April 25, 2017



Blurb

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.


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Excerpt 1


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.”



Excerpt 2

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.”





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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Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Cover Reveal + Giveaway!! Father - a new filthy romance by Clarissa Wild




Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Taboo Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers 
Release Date: April 25, 2017



Blurb

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.




Excerpt

(Unedited)


“This is my sin,” she says, and she licks her fingers and rubs them across her nipples. She moans, and my dick bounces up and down in my pants.

“Is it wrong?” she asks, biting her lip.

I blink a couple of times to try and keep my composure, but I’m burning up with desire. Fuck me, how badly I want to reach through the gaps of the latticed wood.

“It feels wrong,” she whispers, and her hand travels down her body. “Tell me to stop.”

“Only God can tell you what to do,” I answer.

What kind of answer is that? Fuck.

“I can’t speak to him the way you do,” she says, eyeing me. “So … intimately.”

So she did hear everything I said.

Damn.

Her hand dives in between her legs, underneath her skirt, and my cock bursts with need. “I believe you, Frank. You said needs were okay. And I have a lot of needs.”

I lick my lips. “Oh, I can definitely believe that.”

“And I feel … like I need this.” She rubs herself, while she looks at me. It’s like she’s not even ashamed anymore. And it’s all my fault. “Like you need this,” she adds.

I frown, rubbing my lips together, because I don’t know what to do or say. I can’t admit it. That would be a sin of its own. But fuck, do I want her badly. However, I’m a preacher. I have duties. Rules. And God. I can’t just ignore all that, can I?

“You snooped on me,” I say. “In the chapel. How much did you hear?”

“Enough.” The left side of her lip tips up into a smile. “Was that bad?”

For some reason, it makes me wanna smile too. Guess the cat’s out of the bag. “Maybe.”

“Bad … I like bad,” she murmurs, biting her lip again while she spreads her legs. “I like it when it’s wrong.”

“Is that why you did this before? In the bathroom?”

She nods, and her hand dives down her panties. “I know this is what you want. What you’ve been thinking of all this time … Me.” she asks. “C’mon, say it.”

I shake my head. “You know I can’t. We’re doing a confession. It’s against the rules.”

“No one has to find out …” she whispers, pressing her fingers to her lips. “It could be our dirty little secret.”

I try to ignore the voice in my head, telling me not to cave in, but it’s already too late. My hand rests atop my dick, and I start rubbing it straight through my clothes.

She closes her eyes and leans her head back against the hard wood, and I take the opportunity to let my eyes glide up and down her body, enjoying the view. She touches herself so seductively, that I immediately find myself rubbing faster and faster, trying to keep up the pace. I imagine how her body would look naked. How slick and wet it would be when I brush my dick along her lips. I can picture it all, and that makes this all so much more frightening. Because … if I already gave in to this, there’s no telling what I’ll do next time I see her.

“Fuck …” she murmurs, licking her lips. A soft moan escapes her mouth and she adjusts herself so I can see her even better. My hand dives into my pants, as I’m unable to stop myself any longer.

When she briefly opens her eyes and sees me jerking off, she purrs, “Do you like this?”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t …” I mutter, stroking my length. “But it’s wrong and you know it.”

“Then why are we doing it?” she asks.

“Because this is our dirty little secret,” I hiss, feeling the veins in my dick throb with excitement. “And I need to see just how naughty you can get.”

She grins and slides aside her panties with her index finger, showing me her naked pussy. And fuck me, it makes me one hungry motherfucker. What I wouldn’t give to be able to suck on her clit.

“Is it wrong that we’re doing this?” she asks. “Because I’m so damn wet right now.”

“Do you even care there are people just a few feet away from us?” I ask.

She shakes her head, grinning even more. “That only adds to the excitement.”

God, this fucking woman … she sure knows how to make a guy’s heart throb. And his dick too.

At this point, I really don’t care anymore.

Screw the consequences.

Fuck morals.

I’ve thrown every rule out the window.

I rip down my zipper, unbutton my pants, and pull my dick out of my boxer shorts.

Her eyes widen and immediately focus on my length, her lips parting as if she’s preparing to receive it.


“My eyes are up here,” I muse, smiling.





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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