Title: Branded
Series: Savage Men #4
Series: Savage Men #4
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Standalone Dark Romance
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.
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Excerpt
He rolls
his eyes. “We’re stopping, sugar, whether you like it or not.”
his eyes. “We’re stopping, sugar, whether you like it or not.”
I purse my
lips in annoyance. “Don’t call me that.”
lips in annoyance. “Don’t call me that.”
I’m not
fucking sweet, and he knows it.
fucking sweet, and he knows it.
With a
smile that would make all the girls fawn, he looks my way, and says, “What’s
that, pumpkin?”
smile that would make all the girls fawn, he looks my way, and says, “What’s
that, pumpkin?”
I cringe. “Pumpkin?”
Anything
but that. Anything. I’d settle for bitch at this point as long as he doesn’t
call me pumpkin. What is this, the fifties? God, this makes me wanna ram my
head into the dashboard.
but that. Anything. I’d settle for bitch at this point as long as he doesn’t
call me pumpkin. What is this, the fifties? God, this makes me wanna ram my
head into the dashboard.
“Pie?” He nods
his head, and I don’t get where he’s going at all.
his head, and I don’t get where he’s going at all.
“What do
you want from me?” I ask with a raised voice.
you want from me?” I ask with a raised voice.
A dark,
delish laugh rolls off his tongue, one that makes me want to punch him in the
throat.
delish laugh rolls off his tongue, one that makes me want to punch him in the
throat.
“Nothing
right now, cupcake,” he muses, grabbing my cheeks to squeeze them.
right now, cupcake,” he muses, grabbing my cheeks to squeeze them.
I swat him
away, but my skin still prickles where he touched me. Goddammit, I don’t wanna
feel this way around him. Anyone but him.
away, but my skin still prickles where he touched me. Goddammit, I don’t wanna
feel this way around him. Anyone but him.
Goddamn him
and his annoying nicknames.
and his annoying nicknames.
“Maybe
later, when I feel like roughing you up again …” He winks, and it’s one of
those that instantly makes your heart flutter. Fuck.
later, when I feel like roughing you up again …” He winks, and it’s one of
those that instantly makes your heart flutter. Fuck.
“But for
now, I think you could use some of that.” With that devilish smile, he directs
my attention toward a billboard hanging high above the diner that says “Darla’s
Delicious Pumpkin Pie!” and my mouth begins to water.
now, I think you could use some of that.” With that devilish smile, he directs
my attention toward a billboard hanging high above the diner that says “Darla’s
Delicious Pumpkin Pie!” and my mouth begins to water.
So that’s
what he meant.
what he meant.
I stare at
it for a second before realizing he’s still watching me instead of the
billboard, probably trying to gauge my reaction.
it for a second before realizing he’s still watching me instead of the
billboard, probably trying to gauge my reaction.
“Hungry?”
he asks, lifting a brow.
he asks, lifting a brow.
I clear my
throat, and say, “No, we don’t have time for that—”
throat, and say, “No, we don’t have time for that—”
He takes an
instant left turn, and if it wasn’t for this seat belt, I would have flown out
of my seat. With screeching tires, we come to a stop on the parking lot. My
hair is a mess and so is my heart rate. On his face is an even bigger grin.
instant left turn, and if it wasn’t for this seat belt, I would have flown out
of my seat. With screeching tires, we come to a stop on the parking lot. My
hair is a mess and so is my heart rate. On his face is an even bigger grin.
“I’ll
decide what we have time for,” he says with a smug face as he takes the keys
from the ignition. “Time for food.”
decide what we have time for,” he says with a smug face as he takes the keys
from the ignition. “Time for food.”
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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