Title: Hotel O
Author: Clarissa Wild
Release Date: May 1, 2018
Blurb
Pleasure
is business.
That’s our
motto here at Hotel O.
No strings
attached gratification is what we provide. Nothing is off
limits.
And all of
it stays within these walls.
My job as
the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice.
Girlfriends
are a liability I can’t afford.
So I get my
own satisfaction somewhere else.
Online.
Anonymous.
Nothing
beyond a one-night stand …
And I’ve
found the perfect toy to play with.
A
persistent, equally wicked girl that I can’t say no to.
The girl
who’s going to make me risk it all.
Welcome
to Hotel O … Enjoy your stay.
Author’s
Note: Hotel O is complete and utter filthiness. Expect lots of debauchery …
with multiple people. Please do not read if you’re easily offended or do not
enjoy romances that explore the boundaries of depravity … Don’t say I didn’t
warn you.
Excerpt 1
“Do you still think of me? Of that night?”
He makes a ‘tsk’ sound but doesn’t say another word. It’s almost as if
he’s trying to deflect whatever it is that makes him feel this way.
I inch closer, but he shoves me back against the door and says, “You don’t
know what you’ve done. How dangerous this is.”
“Why? Because you’re scared you’ll want me again?” I ask, my tongue
dipping out to wet my lips, which he obviously sees because he’s following my
every move.
The electricity between us is undeniable. The sparks are almost
literally flying through the air. Why won’t he acknowledge that? What is he so
afraid of?
“You shouldn’t have come here,” he says through gritted teeth, but he’s
still holding onto me, still clenching, refusing to let go. In fact, his face
is closer to me than it ever was. Almost close enough … to kiss.
I know he wants to. I can see it in the way his lips part when mine do,
how his eyes keep zooming in on every inch of my skin, as though he wants to
lick it.
“Remember how much fun we had?” I murmur, teasing him with a hum. The
same noise I make when I come. Hard.
“Oh … I remember all right,” he says, his voice strenuous. As if he’s
trying his best to maintain his composure.
I lean in, pressing my body against his. “I’m yours if you want … now …
whenever … in whatever way you want,” I whisper into his ear.
A few seconds pass, and his whole body tenses. Even between his legs.
“Get out.”
I lean back and say, “You don’t mean that.”
Even though his voice is calm and collected, the cold-hearted look on
his face is too sharp, even for him. “Don’t make me say it again,” he sneers.
“Before I do something we’ll both regret.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I reply. “Do it.”
Suddenly, he grabs both my arms and pins me against the door so hard it
almost hurts. Almost. But I like the pain. I like it when he gives me
everything I shouldn’t want. Everything I shouldn’t crave. Maybe it’s like that
for him too.
“You don’t know what you’re asking. Who
you’re asking.”
“Then tell me … who are you?” I ask, not backing down. “Someone who
makes girls strip in his office? A dirty hotel manager? Is that it?”
He snorts. “You’ve only just scratched the surface. And that’s as far as
it’ll go.”
Excerpt 2
Within
seconds, the door handle clicks, and I hold my breath in anticipation.
A man in a
black suit and a red tie steps in. The door shuts behind him.
My eyes
glide over his body and his glide over mine. His face too is hidden behind a
mask.
He’s tall
and his hair is thick and dark, just like his voice when he says, “Hello Kitten
…”
I’m struck
in awe at the sound of his voice. It’s real. It’s him.
That same
shiver runs up and down my spine as he approaches me slowly.
In a split
second, images of violence flash through my mind. All the possible things that
could happen. All the things he could do to me.
We’re
alone, in a hotel room, and neither of us know each other by name.
He could do
anything he wanted.
Take me.
Use me. Lock me up.
Kill me.
And no one
would ever know it was him.
It’s the
perfect setting for the perfect crime.
And yet I’m
not afraid of him.
I’m only
afraid of my own reactions to what’s about to go down.
Meeting him
was the only thing I wanted … and now that it’s finally happening I wonder if
it’ll be enough. If I can satiate my needs without crossing the line.
He comes
even closer. I don’t move an inch. I don’t know if it’s because I’m scared, or
if it’s because my body feels as if it’s made out of rocks and ice.
I shudder
when he stands across from the bed, leans against the dresser, and casually
slides his eyes from the tips of my toes hidden in black heels all the way up
to my high pony tail without any shame.
His tongue
dips out to wet his lips, and for a second there I wish he licked mine instead.
He cocks
his head. “So … this is what you want.”
I nod and
part my lips to say something, but nothing springs to mind. Nothing important …
except for the fact that I want him to fuck me raw.
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.
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