Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Bad Teacher - a contemporary taboo romance

Title: Bad Teacher

Author: Clarissa Wild

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Booming Covers

 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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“I’m going to teach you my rules,” he whispers, and his tongue briefly darts out to lick my earlobe, sending waves of heat down my body.

Then he steps back, leaving the air thick with desire.

But before I can glance over my shoulder, his commanding voice takes over.

“Bend over.”

I hesitate.

Three seconds.

That’s all it takes for me to actually go through with it.

My body leans over on its own while my brain shouts at me. What am I doing? Why am I doing this?

“Lower. Face-down on the desk.”

I don’t know why, but I listen.

With my head and tits on the desk, I suck in a breath, awaiting the next move.

I’m insane. Lost my fucking mind.

His hand gently pets my back, gliding down until he’s on my ass … where he grasps me firmly, squeezing tight. I hiss, biting my lip. Memories of our night together resurface, my panties getting wet from just his touch.

“You tempt me too much, Hailey …” he murmurs with a deliciously low voice.

His hand reaches down my skirt and roughly shoves it up, pulling it over my back.

I freeze.

What the fuck.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?

I shiver as his hand travels over my panties and across my ass, and my heart beat shoots through the roof. This is crazy. We’re in a room that can’t be locked. Anyone could come in at any time. Anyone could see us.

And still, I don’t stop him.

I don’t say no.

Neither do I want to.

But then his hand comes down on my ass.

Hard.

“You make me do bad … bad things, Hailey.”

Again.

I slam my lips together to prevent any sound from spilling out.

His hand is rough and ruthless as it spanks my ass again and again.

One after the other until both my cheeks zing with red hot pain.

My body bucks against the table each time his hand strikes my ass. It hurts, but not enough to make me cry. Enough to make my legs shake with desire, though.

It’s sick. Completely twisted, and yet I still don’t want to tell him to stop.

Maybe I just don’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning our argument. Or maybe I’m willing to take whatever he’s willing to give.

“You have such a nice ass …” he says softly, rubbing my painful ass with his flat hand. Every movement makes me twitch with excitement. “It should be cherished. Especially when red. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

I shake my head.

He fists my hair and pulls my head back enough for me to gasp. “Answer when I ask you a question.”

“No,” I say.

“It’s Sir for you, Hailey.” He grabs my ass again, this time even harder than before. “Say it again.”

“No, Sir.”

I moan out loud when he smacks me again.

“Good girl.” I can almost hear the smile in his voice.

I expect him to spank me some more, but his fingers are so gentle on my skin that it makes me relax. My muscles unwinds from all the tension, but my pussy is thumping so hard I can feel it through my entire body.

When his hand disappears, I’m left struggling to breathe.

After a while, I look back over my shoulder.

He’s not even there anymore. He’s standing at another table, gathering pieces of paper and putting them on a stack.

Confused, I stand up again and pull my skirt back down. He doesn’t look at me, which surprises me, after what he just did.

Jesus Christ.

I can’t even think about it straight.

What just happened here?

I step back slowly, trying not to make a sound. As I turn, my eyes search the room, hoping not to find anyone who has been sneaking a peek. Luckily, I don’t see anything but a door, to which I immediately start to walk. Right before I open the door, his voice booms once more through the room, reminding me who’s in charge. “I’ll see you Monday, Hailey. Don’t be late.”

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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Cover Reveal & Giveaway - Ultimate Sin by Clarissa Wild!

Title: Ultimate Sin

Author: Clarissa Wild

Genre: Dark Romance/Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Booming Covers

 Release Date: January 26, 2016

Blurb

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.

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“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.”

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, and Stalker. 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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Chapter Reveal Snare by Clarissa Wild - Sexy, hot, exciting new dark romance thriller series: Delirious! & Rafflecopter Giveaway

Title: SNARE (#1, Delirious)

Author: Clarissa Wild

Publication Date: November 25, 2014

Genre: Dark Romance

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** Author's note: This is a dark romance that will mess with your heart and mind. **

His secrets will destroy her.

Taken.

Humiliated.

Used.

With his smart mouth, dirty talking, and possessive behavior, Sebastian Brand has me hooked in the most shameless way. I’m obsessed with him. However, now that I’ve escaped the mental hospital, he seeks to control my every move.

The overwhelming aloofness in his attitude and the darkness in his mind tells me there is more to this man than sheer dominance. Depravity is his playground and pain is a necessary evil.

Keeping me away was his first instinct.

Capturing me was his second.

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.

A body in exchange for freedom. A heart in exchange for truth.

Life is never a given. Only a certain death.

This is Volume 1 in the Delirious Series, which contains 3 volumes and a prequel. This book is a full-length novel. These books should be read in order.

WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong language, drugs and alcohol, dubious consent, and graphic violence. Contains a cliffhanger that will make your eyes pop.

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Prologue

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.

Chapter 1

Providence, Rhode Island – April 20^th, 2013

I freeze and let his words sink in. He doesn’t know me. Not even my name. What is going on here?

“It’s me,” I say, placing my hand on my chest. “Lillith.”

He frowns, his nose twitching in disgust. I hate that suspicious gaze in his eyes and the way his body is slightly slanted, as if I’m a lunatic approaching him for no reason.

“And I’m supposed to know you?” he says, raising an eyebrow.

My lip lowers, my heart strangled by tangling dismay. “How is this possible?”

“I’m sorry; I think you have me mistaken for someone else.” There’s a twinge in his voice, and it’s almost as if he’s in a hurry to speak the words. “Excuse me, Miss, but I have to get going now.”

He steps past me and walks down the sidewalk while I stare at him from behind. I’m baffled—completely shaken—from his blatant denial. This can’t be right. He knows me and I know him.

“Wait!” I call out, and I run after him, blinking my tears away.

“What do you want?” he grumbles.

“Why don’t you recognize me? You know you know me.”

“I’m sorry; I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do. Stop denying it.”

“Miss, leave me alone, please.”

His ignorance hurts, but I won’t let it get to me. “No, I want to know why you’re denying that you know me. You know full well what we did in the hospital.”

He takes a big gulp of air but doesn’t exhale, which tell me he’s upset. Good, he should be. I am, too. I don’t understand any of this.

“Stop ignoring me.” I grab his jacket. He stops and looks back at me, his face so dark, so volatile; it scares the shit out of me. One jerk is all it takes to make me release him from my grasp.

“I don’t know what you want, but I suggest you leave before I call someone.”

“Like who, exactly?”

He starts rummaging in his pocket and takes out his wallet. “I don’t care, just leave me alone! Do you want money? Is that it? Here. Now go away!” He pushes something into my hand. Baffled, I gaze down at the hundred-dollar bill. No, no way.

“I don’t need your money,” I say as I follow him, crumpling it up so I can hand it back to him.

“Then what do I have to do to make you leave?” he says. “Call the cops? Is that what you want?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then why do you insist on following me? You don’t know me.”

“Care to explain how I know your name then, Mister Sebastian Brand?” I scoff.

“You could’ve gotten that from anywhere. I’ve heard about enough now,” he hisses.

“I’m not leaving.”

He doesn’t respond, so I follow him into the building next door to the gym—the exact address that I found on the internet when I searched for him. I knew it; he does live here. Why else would he go in here?

“Mister Brand, are you honestly going to deny the fact that we have been talking for ages now?” I try to ignore the guard at the desk, staring at us from under his glasses.

“Yes. Yes, I am.” He smiles at me while pressing the button on the elevator.

I make a petty face. “You can’t fool me. I know you know me, and I know you remember all those nights at the hospital. Don’t tell me it wasn’t real. I’m not sure what kind of game you’re playing here, Mister Brand, but I’m not falling for it.”

“Oh, I’m not playing games, Miss. If I was, you’d know.” There’s amusement on the surface of his voice.

“Oh, do tell.”

We step into the elevator, and he presses a button. I look around and notice that even the elevator looks expensive. Wood lines the walls, the bars are colored gold, and on the floor is a velvety red rug. Everything about this entire building is expensive, and from the looks of it, Sebastian is anything but poor.

“I actually happen to enjoy plenty of games, but this is not a game to me,” he proceeds. “This is serious. I’m honestly wondering why you are following me. You do realize I could have you arrested for harassment, right?”

“I’m sure you could.”

He chuckles. “I like that you’re not at all terrified. I admire that in a woman.”

“I’m not intimidated by men in suits, and you, sir, don’t scare me at all.”

“How unfortunate …”

I gulp and look at the numbers on the panel in the wall. There are still a lot of floors to go. This building is huge, and he lives on the top level. This could take a long time. A very long time alone with him. Oh, shit.

As the elevator doors close and I’m left alone with Sebastian, or whoever in the hell he thinks he is, my heart beat speeds up. I shift in place to try to hide my discomfort. I must push through. I will not leave him, no matter what he says.

“Listen, I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you know just as well as I do that—”

Suddenly, Sebastian grabs my arms and shoves me against the wooden wall, trapping me between his arms. The money that was in my hand drops to the floor.

“What? That I know you or you know me?” He leans forward. “That I did something with you?”

I swallow, staring him dead in the face, not giving in to his taunt. “We had sex.”

Squinting, he steps closer, tightening his grip on my arms. “And?”

“And it was wonderful.”

He smiles cheekily. “Of course it was.”

I breathe a sigh of relief.

“I rock every woman’s fantasy. Too bad it’s only a fantasy.”

“What?” I say. “It wasn’t just a fantasy.”

“Oh, Miss, whatever your name is …”

“Carrigan,” I sneer.

“Miss Carrigan …” The way he says my name sends shivers down my body. “Whatever you have in your mind, you’re mistaken. I would not take a woman and not remember her.”

“Don’t call me a liar.”

“I’m not. I simply think you’re confused. That’s okay. I know how to deal with confused women.”

I snort. “I bet you cause most of that confusion.”

He smiles. “Touché. You’re right, I do.” He cocks his head. “And you know what else?” He leans forward, pushing himself up against me. My nipples perk up from arousal, smoothing along his casual attire. Even though he denies every single thing I say, he still turns me on.

“What?” I ask, my lips still parted, inclining toward him.

He moves his head to my ears, making me gasp for breath.

“I mess with their heads.”

I take a sharp breath. Jesus Christ.

He places a hand on the wall beside me, squeezing my arm even harder with his other hand. “What do you want from me, Miss Carrigan?”

“I want the truth. You know me. Tell me you do. Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me. I miss your touch.”

He sniffs in my ear, but then I realize it’s partial laughter. After a while, he opens his mouth, breathing hot air into my ear. I clench my legs together from the heat.

“I don’t need anyone. Ever.”

“I know you said I shouldn’t come to you, but I couldn’t go anywhere else,” I whisper in pure despair. I don’t want him to deny me this. I can’t deal with it.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have come. You have no idea what you’ve done.”

“I’m sorry …”

“You’re messing with the wrong man.”

I gasp as he reaches for my throat. I squirm under his arms but don’t fight his tight grip pinning me to the wall. Why is he being this cruel?

“You think you know me?”

“No … but you know me. You know I need you … I need you, Mister Brand, to make it all okay again.”

“You need me? You think you need my hands touching you? How does it feel so far?”

I struggle to stay put with his fingers slowly digging into my neck. I cough.

He comes close to my lips, almost kissing me. “You think you want this? Guess again.”

“I do,” I whisper.

“Fine.”

With haste, he spins me on my feet, pushing me down until my face is against the wall and my ass is pointing in his direction. He yanks my dress up and rips my panties down in one go.

“I’ll show you what I do to women that has them shamefully begging.”

Suddenly, his hand comes down on my ass.

I yelp in shock. Jesus Christ, he spanked me.

“Do you like this, Miss Carrigan?” He slaps my ass again, making my body rock up and down.

I push away from the wall, but he won’t allow me to back away.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. You wanted me to touch you then let me put my hands all over you.”

“Not like this …” I whimper as he smacks me again.

“Yes, like this. You might deny it, but I can tell you’re that kind of lady. Someone who enjoys being conquered.” He groans. “What a nice round, perky ass. Cherry colored as well. My favorite.”

“You should see it when it’s not painfully red,” I retort in a brief moment of courage.

He chuckles while spanking me again. “Oh, playing games, are we? I like women who are a little feisty.” He spanks me again, his fingers spreading wide on my ass. “See, now this … this is what I need.”

He growls as he slaps me again, my skin tingling from the burn. I can feel the burn, and yet it excites me like nothing else. “Didn’t I tell you it was a bad idea to follow me?”

I know I’m stuck here, but I refuse to believe it was a bad idea. He is Sebastian Brand, and he knows me. I won’t stop until he says he does. However, I never imagined he’d put his hands on me like this. This elevator has us both trapped, and his hands don’t feel like they’re going anywhere else than on my ass right now. I have to deal with this a different way. “I’m sorry, Mister Brand.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” He smacks me again. “Besides, since you seemed so adamant on having me touch you again, I figured I’d give you what you want.” He jerks my hair and pushes me further down. “Uh-uh, I didn’t say you could leave.”

“I never asked for this.”

“Oh, but you did, Miss. See, that’s the problem. You ask but you have no idea what you’re asking for.”

I growl, and he laughs in return. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out now; it was just starting to get fun.”

“I’m not.”

He squeezes my ass, making me squirm. “Pity.”

The bell of the elevator dings, and then it comes to a stop. We’ve reached the top level.

His hand leaves my ass, making it feel bare all of the sudden. “Playtime is up. I hope that was enough.”

Feeling humiliated, I take in a sharp breath while pulling my panties back up and my dress down. “It’s not.” I won’t back down. He might think I’m scared now, but I’m not.

“Damn, and here I was thinking you wanted me to touch you and that was it.”

I turn around, frowning, a blush growing on my cheeks from what just happened. “Is that what this is all about? Getting rid of me?”

He smiles so cheekily, so infuriating, that I growl from it.

“Aww … are you mad now?” He raises an eyebrow. “I gave you what you wanted. You asked me to need you, and I needed your ass to be red. I have what I want now, so we’re done here.”

“What? You can’t do this!” I say as he turns around.

“Actually, I can, and I have. And now you know what a prick I am. So let this be the final time we see each other.” He starts walking out of the elevator, leaving me with a gaping mouth.

“You just groped me in an elevator and now you leave? Just like that?”

“Just like that,” he calls back as he walks away.

“What kind of man are you?” I ask, baffled, as he stops in front of the only door on this level. He places his thumb on some kind of machine, and the door opens.

“Not the man you were hoping for, unfortunately. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help, Miss Carrigan. Goodbye.”

I look down at the floor, utterly shaken, and notice the hundred-dollar bill. I pick it up and throw it at him. “You forgot your money, douchebag!”

“Keep it!” He waves.

His voice resounds in my ears as he shuts the door behind him, not even once glancing back at me to check if I’m okay.

Asshole.

I never, ever, imagined that Sebastian could be such a huge dick, but he was. I wonder why. I still don’t believe him. Nobody in their right mind would touch me like that. Nobody would spank a stranger. Nobody. This has to be a farce. I don’t know why he’s doing this, but I will find out somehow. After all those nights at the hospital, I won’t give up easily. This is not the last time we’ll see each other, that I’m sure of. I’ll make it happen.

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