Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Romance Suspense/Taboo Romance
Release Date: April 25, 2017
Confess your sin.
People call me Father, but I prefer Frank because I’m the worst preacher you’ll ever meet.
Days spent completely wasted pull a number on you, especially when you’ve got a truckload of baggage that comes with it.
Until this beautiful girl in the back of the church takes my breath away.
…And we end up committing sacrilege in the confessional.
Did I mention I’m filthy?
Bad doesn’t even begin to describe me, and after one taste of what she’s got to offer, I want more.
Too bad having a dirty mind isn’t the only thing we’ve got in common…
Our past is laced with sin.
Author’s Note: This book is not for everyone. It’s raw. It’s vulgar. It’s downright offensive. But it’s oh so damn delicious with a capital D. If you are easily offended or prudish, please don’t read this book. But if you like a bit of humor mixed in with raunchiness and brawling, you’ll love this book.
Contains disturbing situations, strong language, and graphic violence.
“Fuck …” she murmurs, and she bites my lip, drawing more blood. “I fucking hate you so much right now.”
“Hmm … I can tell,” I muse, licking the top of her lips and pulling her closer. “And I fucking hate that too.”
“Fuck you; you’re the cause of all this,” she whispers as I let my tongue roam free across her neck.
“You were the one who seduced me. This is what you get,” I tease, licking her skin.
She leans back and tries to smack me again, but this time I grasp both her wrists and pin them to the wall. “You wanna do this the hard way? You got it,” I growl, and I nudge her legs apart with my knee. “But I’m not going anywhere, and you know it.”
“Damn you,” she hisses, so I cover her mouth with mine to stop the complaining.
She wants this.
She clearly does, or she wouldn’t have kissed me.
She’s just mad that she does, and that’s okay. I’m pissed off too.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t fix this shit.
And what better way to make up than with a bit of hard, rough fucking? Nothing.
So I curl my fingers under her shirt and rip it off, not giving a shit that it’s tearing at the seams. And lucky me … she’s not even wearing a bra.
“Hey!” she calls out, but I smother her with more kisses and lick the seam of her mouth until she parts her lips and lets me in. My tongue always shuts her up.
Her tits are a handful and feel so nice as I rub my thumb across her nipples, hardening them.
“You know you like this,” I murmur against her lips, grinning like a motherfucker as I twist her nipple.
“Shut up,” she growls, and she rakes her fingers through my hair as she kisses me.
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter. “After I take your ass.”
Her comeback is to rip off my shirt and buttons fly everywhere.
I love it when she gets feisty.
I spin her around so she’s facing the wall. “Mine.”
“Mine? You wish,” she says, so I push my hard-on against her thighs.
“Oh yes, you’re mine, all right. Feel this? That’s what you do to me. That’s how crazy you make me, even when we hate each other’s guts.”
“Just fuck me. I’m done talking,” she hisses, eyeing me from over her shoulder as my hand slithers down her belly.
I rip down her zipper and pull the button loose, taking down her pants and underwear in one go.
She squeals again, but I cover her mouth with my hand and whisper, “Don’t want the kids to hear you moan …”
She still looks furious as my hand dives between her legs. I grin when I feel her slickness, even when she tries to keep her legs together.
“See?” I muse.
“I so wanna smack that grin off your face,” she growls.
“You can try … but nothing can beat this.” I rub my fingers up and down her slit, slowly easing her into it until her legs part and I can swivel across her clit. “As much as I hate to say it … you’re mine now, and I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
She smiles again and bites her lip, looking at me with those dreamy eyes. Gosh, I wanna kiss her so badly. And then I figure … why not?
So I grab her face and pull her close until our lips touch and our mouths lock. I can’t help but smile as I kiss her because every second I taste her on my lips is another win.
She’s everything I ever wanted, and I think I’m only just beginning to understand what this means for me. For us. For the future.
When our lips unlatch, her face still hovers so close to mine. I can feel her hot breath on my skin, and it makes me wanna do all the dirty stuff I promised the nurses I wouldn’t. The question is: Would anyone notice if we did?
“I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is no,” she quips, putting up a finger.
“Aw … c’mon.” I sigh.
“No! This is a hospital, for crying out loud.” She snorts. “But I’m glad your dick still works perfectly fine.”
“You can break my bones and shoot me down, but nothing will ever stop this monster dick from getting stiff as a rod, trust me.”
She snorts, and I kiss her again for good measure, tasting the sweetness that is her mouth so I can remember it while I’m stuck in this stupid hospital bed and she’s gone home.
“Ugh … I wish I could stay,” she murmurs against my lips.
“Can’t you?”
“I’m not a patient, remember?”
“You could be. There’s an empty bed. I’ll kick Carl out.”
She sniggers from my comment. “You’ll be out in no time.”
“And what then?” I ask. “Are you coming to live with me in the church or …?”
“No, thanks. I don’t wanna get killed by Margaret. Or worse … give her a heart attack.”
“Heart attack?” I frown.
“She’d die of one if she caught us having sex one more time.”
I laugh. “Well, she’ll just have to deal with that then. I mean, c’mon, a man’s got his needs, right? She knows that.”
“Does she even like me?” she asks, toying with my hair.
“Of course, she does.” I grab her hand and kiss the back. “You like me … so she likes you too. The two go hand in hand.”
“Really?” She raises a brow. “Because I know what we did last time we were there, and it wasn’t pretty.”
“We’ll be more … secretive from now on,” I muse, biting my lip. “And I can’t wait to defile the church all over again.” I grunt and pull her onto the bed with me, smashing my lips to hers, fiercely taking her.
I can’t help myself. It’s just the way I am. A needy asshole who can’t get enough of her.
“Stop,” she murmurs, grinning. “We have to behave.”
“For now. But wait until I’m outta here. Then we’ll see how bad I can get.”
“Who says I wanna?”
“Don’t lie to yourself,” I tease, poking her in the belly. “You and I both know you want me.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ll take you back, but …” She pushes me back with a flat hand. “You still have some making up and groveling to do, Mister.”
With a lopsided smile, I say, “Call me Father Frank … and I’ll make you confess all your sins.”
Father Frank isn't your typical Preacher. Not a Priest but a Preacher. Just a normal everyday guy with a whole hell lot of baggage. But what his congregation doesn't know is that a monster lurks inside of him. What demons he keeps hidden and what pain he has inflicted onto people. However even his darkest demons are no match when it comes to the girl who sits in the back of his church. Something about her sparks a interest and sets forth the need to take control. Control of something, either his life, her or both.
Laura new something had caught the eye of the man on the alter when she couldn't shake his stare. His eyes showed secrets and stories of a past life of turmoil. She too was not a stranger to trouble. She has her own secrets that control her life. But when many chance encounters with the Preacher start to take on tole on her, Laura finds herself glued to his side. Something about him makes her want to do the direst things. Confess to naughtiest sins and who better to do them with than her "Fallen Angel" Preacher.
But when the ugly truth comes out for both Frank and Laura, can either one of them turn a blind eye? Or will their past be too much for each other to handle?
"And another one gone, and another one gone. Another one bites the dust" Well folks that sure the hell was me when I gobbled this damn book up in one day. Yes one day! I neglected my housework, dinner and maybe even my bath to finish this damn book. Lets just say that when a Clarissa Wild book hits my Kindle, everything in my life stops. EVERYTHING!!!!! All I can say is "WTF did I just read"?
I found myself blushing so many times when Frank would just speak to Laura. The things that came out of his mouth were just downright HOT!!!!!! And Laura, who would have known what a total "Vixen" she would turn out to be. She took control of Frank when he needed it the most and matched his Alpha roughness with her own brand of sass. Without giving away any spoilers, lets just say that I will never look at a candle or a cross again the same way. And I will definitely have to say a extra prayer when I am in Confession the next time.
However this book is a work of fiction and not based on a actual religion (see books warning) I do see how it can be too much for those who are super religious. I for one am Catholic Girl and was not the least bit offended. However if you do get offended over sex and religion really easily, than this is not the book for you. But if you have a sick and twisted mind like myself, Father does the trick. Total 5 Star read. !!!!!!!
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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, and the Indecent Games 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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