Series: House Of Sin
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Design: Clarissa Wild’s Booming Covers
Release Date: TBA
In the dark of night I’m dragged out of my bed.
It takes me ages to come to my senses, my mind still enraptured by the dream from which I cannot escape. Still half asleep, my feet still touch the grass surrounding the Huts at the Holy Land, every step feeling like I’m wandering further and further away from home.
Home … that place I once knew before I was taken.
Before I became a prisoner in a cult.
My eyes spring open and I’m here, in the flesh, back in the present, but this new room in this new house I’m in is still a waking nightmare. And a man’s hand is clutched firmly around my wrist as he hauls me straight out of my bed.
“What are you doing?” I mutter, still sleep drunk, my body shivering from the warm blanket suddenly being torn away from me.
It’s only when I’ve blinked a couple of times that I realize who is tugging me along.
One of the three men who keeps me captive here in this godforsaken house.
The quiet, beefy one with the blond beard who rarely ever speaks, come to take me away … again.
Where will I go this time?
Have I disappointed yet another group of men?
Snide remarks come to mind and in a moment of bravery I tear my hand away from his grip and say, “No.”
He stops in his tracks, but it is only when he raises his shoulders, straightens his posture, and arches his back that I realize just how huge and muscular he really is. And how tiny I am in comparison.
Slowly he spins on his heels, every inch of his thick, veiny muscles straining against the flimsy shirt he’s wearing. When his piercing blue eyes bore into mine I’m momentarily at a loss of words … and breath.
One step of his giant feet is all it takes to make me back down, to make me want to cower, but my mind tells me not to be swayed by his attempt to intimidate me.
What is he going to do?
He’s not allowed.
After all, he isn’t the one in charge.
One of the other two men, Eli, is.
And when Eli tells him not to damage the goods he’ll definitely take that to heart.
These men aren’t like the men from the Holy Land. They’re not here to satisfy their own needs … they’re here to punish me for mine.
But I refuse to let my own suffering make me feel guilty for what happened to me.
Not even as Soren stares at me with his jaw clenched, muscles taut and threatening, do I waver my ability to speak up for what’s right.
“Let me go,” I say, trying to maintain my composure, even as I’m facing a beast of a man.
The only response I get is a brief bear-like grunt. His nostrils flare and he holds out his hand. “Come.”
My eyes narrow, and so does his.
His voice lowers. “Now.”
It’s not a question.
And I don’t know if I want to find out what happens if I don’t listen.
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 cutie pie son, 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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