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Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
New Release & Giveaway! Bad Boss - a Dirty Office Romance
Title: Bad Boss
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 19, 2017
Blurb
What do men want more than anything? Money and women.
As the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the city, I am
one lucky man.
Everyone wants a taste of what I’ve got to offer, and it’s
massive. Girls fight over me in droves.
In my fantasy, of course. I had to make some sacrifices to
get to the top.
To protect myself and the company, I always have to hide my
dirty little secret…
I’m a panty sniffer.
What? A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more… outrageous.
Instead of dating, I hoard panties.
Except it’s about to blow up in my face.
Why?
Because a beautiful girl just showed up for a job interview
… the same girl I just bought a pair of panties from anonymously…
And what do I do?
I let my junk do the thinking, and hire her as my
intern.
Author’s note: Don’t take it too hard, it’s just a book,
not a big D. But this guy does have one. I’m not kidding. His schlong is huge
and his ego is too, so beware. And as always … if you don’t like slapstick
jokes and corny romance, don’t bother to read.
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Excerpt
“The
shower’s over there.” I point at my bathroom. “In case you wanna take a shower.
Or something.” Oh god, why did I have to make it sound so pervy?
“I’m fine,”
he says. “I just wanna get dry and get back to work.”
Damn.
For a
moment there, I’m actually disappointed. Now I won’t get to see his sexy abs
and imagine running my fingers all over them. I wonder what he looks like.
Seriously, Lesley? Stooping so low for some
action?
I should
definitely have more sex, just to prevent myself from craving him. I mean, I do
like casual sex, but I’ve been so busy running my panty-scheme and trying to
find a job that I just don’t have the time for sex. Let alone a boyfriend.
Nope. I definitely need to find some random hookup. That, or pull my trusty
vibrator from the closet.
Especially
when he just takes off his shirt … right
here in my living room.
I gulp.
The
shoulder and back muscles that appear beneath capture my attention, and not
just a little bit. My eyes are practically bulging out of my head as he marches
toward the bathroom and throws his shirt down with little to no care.
That sexy
body dragged me out of the water. He lifted me up and held me close to him as
he tried to bring me to the shore. I came so close
… and then I screwed it for myself. Why did I do that again? Oh right, because
I want to be my own boss. Stupid. I should’ve just let him touch me.
Oh, yes.
I’m practically drooling over my shoes at the thought. Fuck.
Roll in that damn tongue, girl.
He throws
his jacket on the counter and puts his shoes on the floor. Then he pulls off
his soaked socks and pants, revealing his mighty calves. He must go to the gym
often to look like this, but my question is …
Who’s he doing all the work for? Another girl? Not that it should matter. I
mean, I don’t have a shot. I shouldn’t even take a shot; he’s my damn boss.
Annoyed
with myself and my own dirty thoughts, I furrow my brows, but still, I can’t take my eyes off him.
He turns
around and stares right back at me.
And I’m
left horrified and stunned.
“Are you
looking at me?” A smug grin spreads across his face.
“N-no, I
wasn’t,” I stammer, barely able to keep my eyes from his abs, which are now
clearly visible as he’s turned my way.
He’s so
damn sexy, and to think that I was in the water with … that. I’m impressed. I never thought he’d be this good looking. I
wasn’t looking hard enough. Then again, he’s still kind of an ass.
He snorts.
“Yeah, you were.”
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, 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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Monday, February 27, 2017
On Sale for a Limited Time: Ultimate Sin (A Dark Romance) by Clarissa Wild!
On SALE for 99¢ for a LIMITED TIME only!!
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Ultimate Sin
A Dark Romance
by Clarissa Wild
Rule #1: Never disobey master’s commands.
Rule #2: Always strive to please your master.
Rule #3: Don’t ever kill your master.
Breaking the rules is the ultimate sin.
All I am is a servant. Rules like these keep me alive. They’re all I’ve ever known.
Until him.
My new master: Marcus Knight, the charismatic and ambitious leader of an underground empire.
A man with a history he vows to destroy.
With his newfound ownership over me, he seeks to atone for his crimes … and to satisfy his wicked needs.
With love, he shows me what it means to belong to him … and it makes me question everything.
I don’t know why he chose me, but it feels too good to be true.
And it is.
Because I’m going to break all the rules.
Excerpt:
“You have no idea how much I’ve already sinned,” he whispers against my skin. “But I will claim what’s mine now.”
He proceeds to kiss my collarbone and neck, leaving delicious red marks everywhere, marking me as his. Finally, he stakes his claim. Finally, I can give something truly needed to my Master. And even though I barely know who he is, I know the very basic animalistic needs must always be met. And I am willing. Able. Needy for a Master who will make me feel like I’m in the right place: by his side, as an obedient servant.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, his tongue circling my nipple. “So innocent. So perfectly submissive. You’ll be my undoing.”
I don’t know what he means with that last word, and why he thinks I will be his undoing, but I will do my best to be whatever he desires … Because that’s my reason for existing in this world.
It’s why I want him to take me. Because it gives me a purpose. There is a meaning to my life if I can give it to another.
“Do you still believe I am mad at you?” he asks.
“No, Master.”
“Good, because I want to show you how much I need you, even though I don’t deserve you. I want you to know how important you are.”
He leaves a trail of kisses all the way down to my pussy until he reaches my clit, making me gasp.
“Your pleasure is just as important as mine,” he murmurs, licking me.
I mewl with excitement, unable to keep the sounds at bay as he kisses me there.
He nudges my legs apart and I comply willingly, overwhelmed by the sensations I’m feeling.
“Have you ever been licked before?” he asks.
“No, not as soft as you are doing it, Master.”
He circles my clit and expertly rolls around his tongue between my slit, making me quake on my feet.
“Hmm … so no one has ever made you come this way?”
“No, Master.”
He looks up at me from under his lashes, a hint of arousal in his eyes, and he whispers, “There’s a first for everything.”
“I am yours to do with what you please, Master,” I say, my whole body liquefying from the way he looks at me. Possessive. Greedy.
“This isn’t for me, Ava. This is for you. I want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, and he dives straight back in.
He … he wants to make me feel good?
Oh god. I’ve never heard that before. It brings tears to my eyes.
They quickly evaporate as he licks me more vehemently, teasing me with his tongue. Energy builds up as I struggle to breathe and stay standing, but his grip is firm as he holds me in place. I can feel the heat rising throughout my body, my nipples tightening from the tension that’s building inside me. I don’t recognize this feeling that I experience, the growing lust pooling between my legs.
“You taste so good …” He groans and shoves his tongue up my pussy, making me gasp for air.
“Spread your legs.”
“You taste so good …” He groans and shoves his tongue up my pussy, making me gasp for air.
“Spread your legs.”
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Monday, November 21, 2016
Sale!! Twenty-One: A Dark Romance Standalone - 99 cents only - Limited Time!
Title: Twenty-One
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: October 7, 2015
Blurb
21 years
On her 21st birthday she’s taken. Collected by a rich family as an unpaid debt. Her body sold. Her mind his.
21 weeks
For 21 weeks she carried a burden no girl should ever have to carry. Now she loses her freedom to a man born to destroy her.
21 days
21 days
His name: Angel DeLuca. His mission: To break her in 21 days before she sees through his lies. But she won’t give up without a fight.
21 minutes
21 minutes
It takes only 21 minutes for their lives to be forever entwined.
21 seconds
21 seconds
21 seconds to spill. Time is running out.
Secrets ruin them … but not all truths are worth the price.
This is a STANDALONE Dark Romance novel. WARNING: contains explicit situations, graphic violence, drug abuse, and other disturbing content.
Secrets ruin them … but not all truths are worth the price.
This is a STANDALONE Dark Romance novel. WARNING: contains explicit situations, graphic violence, drug abuse, and other disturbing content.
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“You didn’t give me what I want either, so now I’m going to take from you what I want even more.” His tongue dips out to wet his lips, and he bites the bottom one for just a second. For some reason, my eyes zoom in on it, and they forget for just a second what’s going on here.
“You’ll like it … don’t worry,” he muses, stepping even closer so he can smell me.
I turn my head to the side while he sniffs me, trying to lean away, but it seems it only makes him come closer. He places a soft kiss on my neck, his tongue drawing a line upward toward my ear. Right before he nibbles my ear, he hovers in front of it, and for a second, I think I can hear him smile.
He hisses, “I love your smell. Your taste. They make me so fucking hard.”
Suddenly, his hand is on my breast, kneading, tugging, and twisting. Everything and anywhere, all at the same time. Sensory overload makes me gasp, and when my mouth opens, he covers it with his. He takes my breath quite literally, kissing me until my moan is silenced, kissing me with everything he has. His taste is familiar, intoxicating, and for a second, I forget that I’m even hanging here. His tongue expertly licks the roof of my mouth, his lips brushing mine with equal fervor.
“This is what I’ll take from you,” he murmurs into my mouth.
His free hand slides down my body and past my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart as he starts rubbing me. I feel humiliated. Used. Shameful, for actually feeling my pussy thump from having him touch me.
“Hmm … you like it when I touch you.” It’s not even a question.
“No …” I say, shaking my head.
He grins. “Yes, you do.” He pushes a finger on top of my clit. “Right here.”
I moan when he rubs it with his index finger and then brings his thumb into the play to roll my clit. Wetness is building inside me as my core clenches, desperate to fight off the arousal, but my body is a fool for his touch.
My mind has been deprived for too long, and when he offers me this release, I’m too weak to fight it. It crosses my mind that perhaps, if I give this to him, he’ll be more gentle with me. Maybe, if I give him anything he wants, he’ll let me go.
It might be a futile thought, but it’s here, and it’s not going anywhere.
“Don’t think I’m doing this for your pleasure, Sky.” He groans. “Oh, no. I’m doing this because I want to watch you writhe from my finger.”
Still twisting and pulling my nipples with one hand, he’s driving me crazy with lust, as the other expertly builds the desire between my legs.
“I’m going to watch you come, and you’re going to enjoy it, and then hate yourself for liking it. And tomorrow, we’ll do the same thing. And then again … and again …”
“Stop …” I moan.
Who am I kidding? He’s not going to, and I’m not even sure I want him to stop anymore.
He’s got me under a spell, and I’m helpless to fight it.
“You’ll like it … don’t worry,” he muses, stepping even closer so he can smell me.
I turn my head to the side while he sniffs me, trying to lean away, but it seems it only makes him come closer. He places a soft kiss on my neck, his tongue drawing a line upward toward my ear. Right before he nibbles my ear, he hovers in front of it, and for a second, I think I can hear him smile.
He hisses, “I love your smell. Your taste. They make me so fucking hard.”
Suddenly, his hand is on my breast, kneading, tugging, and twisting. Everything and anywhere, all at the same time. Sensory overload makes me gasp, and when my mouth opens, he covers it with his. He takes my breath quite literally, kissing me until my moan is silenced, kissing me with everything he has. His taste is familiar, intoxicating, and for a second, I forget that I’m even hanging here. His tongue expertly licks the roof of my mouth, his lips brushing mine with equal fervor.
“This is what I’ll take from you,” he murmurs into my mouth.
His free hand slides down my body and past my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart as he starts rubbing me. I feel humiliated. Used. Shameful, for actually feeling my pussy thump from having him touch me.
“Hmm … you like it when I touch you.” It’s not even a question.
“No …” I say, shaking my head.
He grins. “Yes, you do.” He pushes a finger on top of my clit. “Right here.”
I moan when he rubs it with his index finger and then brings his thumb into the play to roll my clit. Wetness is building inside me as my core clenches, desperate to fight off the arousal, but my body is a fool for his touch.
My mind has been deprived for too long, and when he offers me this release, I’m too weak to fight it. It crosses my mind that perhaps, if I give this to him, he’ll be more gentle with me. Maybe, if I give him anything he wants, he’ll let me go.
It might be a futile thought, but it’s here, and it’s not going anywhere.
“Don’t think I’m doing this for your pleasure, Sky.” He groans. “Oh, no. I’m doing this because I want to watch you writhe from my finger.”
Still twisting and pulling my nipples with one hand, he’s driving me crazy with lust, as the other expertly builds the desire between my legs.
“I’m going to watch you come, and you’re going to enjoy it, and then hate yourself for liking it. And tomorrow, we’ll do the same thing. And then again … and again …”
“Stop …” I moan.
Who am I kidding? He’s not going to, and I’m not even sure I want him to stop anymore.
He’s got me under a spell, and I’m helpless to fight it.
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Thursday, November 10, 2016
Monday, August 15, 2016
Mr. X Sale & Giveaway!
Mr. X is on SALE for only 99¢!
*Author Note: This is not your average romance story. Some people will kill for love.*
He’s come to kill me.
I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In my darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.
Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.
I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X; the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.
No Cliffhanger. Complete at 90800 words. Stand Alone Dark Romance.
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Excerpt 1
“Are you comfortable, little bird?” I ask, walking to the other side of the bed.
“Fuck you.”
“Now, now, I thought I had already established that is not the purpose of this intrusion.”
“Well then what the fuck do you want from me? Are you here to watch me do myself? Are you here to kill me? Are you going to sit there and wait until I confess my darkest secrets to you? Or do you want me to do a little dance for you, huh?” she muses. “Because I sure as hell have no clue why the fuck you are in my room, trying to fucking blow my brains out!”
I laugh and shake my head at her outburst. Grabbing her other hand, I secure it to the bedpost and tie up her last remaining free limb. Strapping it up nicely until she hisses from the pain, I say, “None of that.” I wink. “Or maybe all of them.”
“Oh, screw you! I don’t deserve any of this. What have I ever done to you?”
I frown, gazing down upon her. Her eyes speak the truth. “You don’t remember, do you?”
Her eyes widen and her lips part. It takes her a few seconds to answer. “Remember what?”
“Everything.”
Excerpt 2
Walking to the bed, I try not to pay attention to her. Try not to notice her fearful eyes and shaking hands as I tear the blanket away from her. I hold up the gun and point it at her.
“Are you going to kill me now?”
“Yes.”
She swallows, tears flooding her eyes. I refuse to let it get to me.
“I understand …” she murmurs. “Please, let me watch the sunrise.”
“What?”
“The sunrise. I want to see it one last time.”
My mind suddenly stops working. Baffled. That’s what I am. This one thing she asks of me peels away the layers of protection I built around myself long ago. The request is one that I didn’t expect of her, even though I know her so well. I never imagined she’d still want to watch it come up. Memories long forgotten, but the desire to repeat past experiences still linger. She is still that same person.
Only in a much more fucked-up way.
I shake my head and sigh again. I jerk at the ropes, undoing them quickly, as I don’t want to waste any time. I refuse to let this get to me. I have a job to do. This needs to be done, end of story. She needs to die. I will be the one to pull the trigger.
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Thursday, April 21, 2016
Sale! Delirious Series - Boxed Set: 99 cents for a very limited time!
The Delirious Series - Boxed Set
Now on SALE for only 99¢!!
Grab this super bargain before it disappears forever!
99¢ until April 22
Title: Delirious Series Boxed Set
Series: Delirious
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: August 10, 2015
Blurb
From New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Clarissa Wild comes the highly anticipated Delirious Series Boxed Set.
Over 1000 pages of dominating alpha male! Seperately, these books cost $11, but you can grab this cheap bundle now. Over 10000 happy readers have enjoyed this series. Don't wait too long, or the bargain might be gone!
~ SEEK (prequel)
“All I remember is him: Sebastian Brand, my savior.”
Lillith’s world changed forever when she came home from vacation. Her life was ruined, her heart shattered. Putting her trust in Sebastian Brand has been the key to her survival … but at what cost?
~ SNARE (Book 1)
“Claimed by a man with the exterior of an angel and the mind of a brute, I will do anything to unveil his secrets and face my own demons.”
Taken.
Humiliated.
Used.
A body in exchange for freedom. A heart in exchange for truth.
Life is never a given. Only a certain death.
~ SEIZE (Book 2)
“She thought she could run, but there´s nowhere to hide. You think I’m the monster? Think again.”
Sebastian wants only one thing; Power. Claiming Lillith is the key, but her horrible past and uncertain future are undeniably tied to him. When the choices you make decide your fate, the line between good and evil blurs. In order to play this game, sacrifices must be made.
~ SCORCH (Book 3)
“I am the forgotten one, the girl who was left for dead. I remember everything. Their faces. Their touch. Even their smell.… I will kill them all.”
Sweet revenge keeps her alive … and drives her to kill. Finally, secrets and revelations come to light after a long and grueling journey. Every choice has led to this moment, but no one is prepared for the unfathomable consequences of life and death. Will love be enough to overcome the pain of the past?
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When the life you know and love falls apart, you cling to the things that keep you safe—the people who bring you warmth and comfort, the ones who take you out of danger and into the light.
As the world came crashing down upon me, I chose to let everything go. My mind wandered into darkness, leaving behind every trace of anguish. It was my mind’s way of saving what was left of my soul.
Holding onto him was the only thing that kept me going. Kept me alive. He became my anchor. Sebastian Brand—the man who pulled me from the darkness and brought me into the light.
I want him. I crave him. I desire him and devour him when he is near me.
However, I never imagined I’d be forced to let him claim my body. That I’d be captured and taken against my will.
That I would come to need this man more than my sanity.
As I hang from the ceiling like a strung-up doll, I feel free. His finger slides down my chest, between my breasts, and moves achingly close to my nipples before returning to my sternum. He traces a line to my stomach, leaving a trail of fire. All my senses come to life as he strokes me delicately, carefully, as if his finger is the baton and I am the instrument he’s conducting. Whimpers that must sound like music to his ears slip from my mouth. I’m a slave to his touch. This controlling man has me under his power, and I’m loving every shameful, immoral moment that we share.
He bends between my legs and presses his lips down upon my skin. A need so vile and pure grows inside me, and I give in to delirious, detrimental pleasure as his tongue strokes my inner thighs.
I am a captive, and yet I don’t feel like one.
At the mercy of a captivating, passionate man, I come to life.
In the hands of a cruel, vicious monster, my breath is stolen.
Even in the most dire of situations, trusting the wrong person could get you killed.
Trusting Sebastian Brand was the biggest mistake I ever made.
When the life you know and love falls apart, you cling to the things that keep you safe—the people who bring you warmth and comfort, the ones who take you out of danger and into the light.
As the world came crashing down upon me, I chose to let everything go. My mind wandered into darkness, leaving behind every trace of anguish. It was my mind’s way of saving what was left of my soul.
Holding onto him was the only thing that kept me going. Kept me alive. He became my anchor. Sebastian Brand—the man who pulled me from the darkness and brought me into the light.
I want him. I crave him. I desire him and devour him when he is near me.
However, I never imagined I’d be forced to let him claim my body. That I’d be captured and taken against my will.
That I would come to need this man more than my sanity.
As I hang from the ceiling like a strung-up doll, I feel free. His finger slides down my chest, between my breasts, and moves achingly close to my nipples before returning to my sternum. He traces a line to my stomach, leaving a trail of fire. All my senses come to life as he strokes me delicately, carefully, as if his finger is the baton and I am the instrument he’s conducting. Whimpers that must sound like music to his ears slip from my mouth. I’m a slave to his touch. This controlling man has me under his power, and I’m loving every shameful, immoral moment that we share.
He bends between my legs and presses his lips down upon my skin. A need so vile and pure grows inside me, and I give in to delirious, detrimental pleasure as his tongue strokes my inner thighs.
I am a captive, and yet I don’t feel like one.
At the mercy of a captivating, passionate man, I come to life.
In the hands of a cruel, vicious monster, my breath is stolen.
Even in the most dire of situations, trusting the wrong person could get you killed.
Trusting Sebastian Brand was the biggest mistake I ever made.
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