Title: Branded
Series: Savage Men #4
Series: Savage Men #4
Author: Clarissa Wild
Release Date: February 4, 2019
Blurb
She was supposed to be my forever.
Instead, I became her worst enemy.
I fell for the one
girl I could never have…
girl I could never have…
And it destroyed us
both.
both.
I did a bad, bad
thing.
thing.
But she isn’t
exactly innocent either.
exactly innocent either.
When I’m faced with
the ultimate choice – Let her die or save her – I grab her and run.
the ultimate choice – Let her die or save her – I grab her and run.
She calls me a
monster. The devil himself.
monster. The devil himself.
No one will take her
from me.
from me.
She’s mine to
punish.
punish.
Mine to keep…
forever.
forever.
Note: This STANDALONE novel contains disturbing content
that may be offensive to some readers. No Cliffhanger. Book 4 in the Savage Men
Series.
that may be offensive to some readers. No Cliffhanger. Book 4 in the Savage Men
Series.
Excerpt
Suddenly,
something touches my shoulder, and I freak out.
something touches my shoulder, and I freak out.
I shriek,
but my voice is blocked by a hand covering my mouth.
but my voice is blocked by a hand covering my mouth.
Adrenaline
fills my veins, panic bubbling to the surface. I try to spin on my chair, but
can’t, because someone’s holding me down firmly. Strong arms with a scent that
reminds me of … soot.
fills my veins, panic bubbling to the surface. I try to spin on my chair, but
can’t, because someone’s holding me down firmly. Strong arms with a scent that
reminds me of … soot.
“It’s me,
don’t scream,” he whispers.
don’t scream,” he whispers.
It’s
Brandon.
Brandon.
He leans
back and I immediately stand up and turn to face him. “Brandon! Jesus.”
back and I immediately stand up and turn to face him. “Brandon! Jesus.”
“Sorry.
Didn’t wanna scare you,” he says, a little too loud.
Didn’t wanna scare you,” he says, a little too loud.
I close my
eyes and let out a sigh. “God, could you’ve been anymore creepy?”
eyes and let out a sigh. “God, could you’ve been anymore creepy?”
“I could …
If I wanted to,” he says, raising one brow, mocking me.
If I wanted to,” he says, raising one brow, mocking me.
I narrow my
eyes, but my body remains rigid. Tense. It’s like my brain has already decided
for me that I can’t trust him. At least, not after what happened at the
bonfire. “What are you doing here?” I whisper, still upset that he jumped on me
like that. And even though he says I shouldn’t be scared, my skin still
prickles where he touched me.
eyes, but my body remains rigid. Tense. It’s like my brain has already decided
for me that I can’t trust him. At least, not after what happened at the
bonfire. “What are you doing here?” I whisper, still upset that he jumped on me
like that. And even though he says I shouldn’t be scared, my skin still
prickles where he touched me.
“I just
wanted to see you, that’s all,” he says with a way too cocky voice.
wanted to see you, that’s all,” he says with a way too cocky voice.
“Shh …” I
say. “Quiet. We’re close to the farmhouse.”
say. “Quiet. We’re close to the farmhouse.”
He shrugs.
“So?”
“So?”
“I don’t
want my dad to hear us. He’s in there with my brothers.”
want my dad to hear us. He’s in there with my brothers.”
“Ahh …” He
takes a step towards me. “You’re afraid he’ll find us here … together?”
takes a step towards me. “You’re afraid he’ll find us here … together?”
“Duh. You
shouldn’t be here,” I say, leaning back, as if I instinctively know not to let
him get close. I don’t know why, but … it feels different. Like I’m playing
with fire and I don’t wanna get burned.
shouldn’t be here,” I say, leaning back, as if I instinctively know not to let
him get close. I don’t know why, but … it feels different. Like I’m playing
with fire and I don’t wanna get burned.
When he
tries to caress my cheek, I turn my face slightly. He pauses. “Are you … afraid
of me?”
tries to caress my cheek, I turn my face slightly. He pauses. “Are you … afraid
of me?”
Maybe. I
don’t know the answer. I feel like I should. What he did was wrong. Horrible.
don’t know the answer. I feel like I should. What he did was wrong. Horrible.
But I know
why he did it.
why he did it.
After all
those years of Derek tormenting Brandon, he was bound to explode. But I never
expected it to be this uncontrollable, this explosive. This … dangerous.
those years of Derek tormenting Brandon, he was bound to explode. But I never
expected it to be this uncontrollable, this explosive. This … dangerous.
“Should I
be?” I ask, licking my lips.
be?” I ask, licking my lips.
The
half-smile that forms on his face has my heart skipping a beat. Fuck. I
shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. Not when he’s like this … so volatile and
aggressive … and sexy.
half-smile that forms on his face has my heart skipping a beat. Fuck. I
shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. Not when he’s like this … so volatile and
aggressive … and sexy.
“I can’t
answer that for you,” he says after a while. He places his hands on the
workbench, trapping me inside. “I don’t want you to be, though.”
answer that for you,” he says after a while. He places his hands on the
workbench, trapping me inside. “I don’t want you to be, though.”
“That’s
easy for you to say …” I whisper, looking down at my feet. Jesus. Why am I such
a pussy when it comes to him? I should speak up, for fuck’s sake. Stop being a
fucking whimpering virgin who can’t handle a little touchy feely.
easy for you to say …” I whisper, looking down at my feet. Jesus. Why am I such
a pussy when it comes to him? I should speak up, for fuck’s sake. Stop being a
fucking whimpering virgin who can’t handle a little touchy feely.
“Hey …” He
tips up my chin with one finger. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”
tips up my chin with one finger. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”
I nod
softly, as if he just asked me whether or not I believe him. I’m not even sure
I do. I just know I want to, for my sake … and for his.
softly, as if he just asked me whether or not I believe him. I’m not even sure
I do. I just know I want to, for my sake … and for his.
“But … what
happened at the bonfire …” I mutter.
happened at the bonfire …” I mutter.
I don’t
know how to begin my sentence or how to end it. Just like I don’t know where we
began and where we should end.
know how to begin my sentence or how to end it. Just like I don’t know where we
began and where we should end.
Maybe now.
Maybe
never.
never.
Shit.
Why do I
feel this way around him?
feel this way around him?
Why is it
that when a guy loses control, I want him even more?
that when a guy loses control, I want him even more?
Am I that
obsessed with bad boys? Jesus, help me.
obsessed with bad boys? Jesus, help me.
Author Bio
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.
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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