Cover Reveal: Sick Boys & Giveaway!

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Title: Sick Boys
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully RH Romance
Release Dates: February 23, 2023


I didn’t believe them when they said they would corrupt me.

I was wrong. So wrong.


The night my sister died, a piece of me died with her, so I made a vow.

I’m going to enroll at Spine Ridge University just like her, find the person responsible … and make them pay.


Until I meet three sick boys of the Skull & Serpent Society: Felix, Dylan, Alistair. Rude, heartless, vicious guys who are obsessed with making me regret I ever stepped foot on campus.


They make me a deal: My body in exchange for a glimpse at their violence.

Refusing them is impossible, denying them is insane.


They’re rough, greedy, and every second with them is filled with depravity.

Their venom is jabbed straight into my heart and I’m sucked into their world.

All for the sake of revenge.


Until it becomes something more.

Something priceless.

Something all four of us would kill for.


“Good girls don’t get what they want,” he groans pushing down on my chin until my lips part. “Bad girls get what they deserve.”

And he sticks two fingers into my mouth, slowly sliding across my tongue. I’m completely overtaken by confusion and the sudden surge of lust coursing through my body that I don’t know how to even respond, let alone act.

With his fingers alone he manages to subdue me. “Perfect,” he groans. “Just needs a little training …” He goes in so deep I gag. “But you want to be a good little slut for me, don’t you?”

Fuck. I can’t let him do this again.

In a moment of clarity, I bite down.

He pulls out his fingers, grating against my teeth.

His blood drips down onto my tongue, and I spit it out.

“Such a fucking spitter … it’s about time someone taught you how to swallow,” he growls.

“Fuck you,” I say. And I rip open my bag and take out my knife, stepping away so he can’t touch me. “Don’t you fucking try.”

He snorts. “You think I’m scared of a little cut?”

The fear coiling its way through my body turns me into a vicious girl. “I’ll fucking slice off your dick.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

Suddenly, he lunges at me, and I jump aside, rushing to the window. I pick up a wooden chair and chuck it at the window, but it does nothing. Fuck.

“You think you can escape me?” Felix says. “Oh no, the fun is only just getting started.”

“I’m not playing games with you,” I say, and I run to a different window in the bathroom, where I stick my knife into the locked window and crack it open by force.

The mechanism budges and I slide it up, then jump out right as his hand wraps around my cape, hanging me.

Choking, I cough and heave, frantically tugging at the wire around my neck. Finally, it comes loose, and I fall down onto the emergency escape stairs. Above me, Felix clutches my cape tightly, roaring out loud.

“You’re not getting away, Pen. Not this time.”

I run down the shoddy metal staircase as fast as possible, while Felix’ head disappears from the window.

But I know it won’t be the last time I see him.

Adrenaline races through my body as I rush down the last few steps and jump off onto the garden beyond the house. But the back door slams open loudly. And it isn’t just Felix casting a shadow in the bright lights behind him. Two others, one dressed in an all-black robe kept together by a rope with an eerie skull mask on, and another one wearing a black suit with a red tie and an Anubis wolf half-mask, the filthy grin underneath definitely belonging to Dylan.

It’s them.

“You’d better run fast,” Felix growls.

Not one second do I wait before I run like hell.


Excerpt 2

Her eyes twitch. “You’d better give me a good reason not to stab you, right here right now.”

Fuck. There it is. That’s the fucking fighter I’m looking for.

The one I want to force on her knees, bend over and fuck until she screams my name.

“So many knives for such a small girl,” I say. “I’d almost think you have a knife kink.”

“Have you looked in the mirror recently?” she retorts, her eyes briefly skimming over the patch still on my arm. “You love pain, don’t you?”

“You have no idea …” My thumb touches her lip and I slowly drag it down to see them part. “Especially when I dish it out.”

I tip up her chin until she finally looks at me.

“You’re fucked up,” she lisps.

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“You’re welcome.” So fucking snarky too. “Now are you going to help me and keep up your end of the deal?”

“I never said I wouldn’t,” I reply. “But I also never specified when.”


I clutch her face with one hand. “When you’re done satisfying me.”

Her face contorts and she spits in my face.



Just the way I like it.

I wipe it off slowly, making sure I get everything, before I pinch her cheeks so hard she can’t stop her lips from parting. And I push my fingers inside. “I told you I was going to make you swallow that next time.” I push until I reach the end of her throat and she gurgles. “Take it like a good fucking slut.”

When her eyes begin to water, I retract my fingers and she heaves.

“Fuck you.”

I brush her lips with my thumb. “Maybe I fucking will.”

“I’d rather be fucked by a dead guy,” she replies.

“I can arrange that.”

Her face goes white as snow. “Wha—”

“I kept all the masks from Halloween. So, a mask kink too?” I grab her and pull her away from the books then shove her against the table, pushing her face-down onto the desk. “I knew I found the right girl.”

“Get off me,” she hisses.

I hold her wrists tightly against her back while I lean over her. “You’re mine, remember? And I will do with your fucking body whatever I damn well please.”

I don’t back out of a deal, and it’s about time she learned what that means.

I rip through what’s left of her jeans, making one big hole in the back.

“What the f—we’re in a library!”

I hold a finger in front of my mouth. “Quiet.” With that same finger, I push aside her panties and circle her clit. She jolts up and down on the table, her eyes widening when she turns to look at me. “Unless you want them to hear you moan.”

I flick her clit with one hand and hold her down with the other, watching her face slowly unravel before me. And fuck me, is it the best sight in the world.

I knew she looked good while being toyed with, but Dylan blocked most of my view on Halloween night. Now I get the full show, and it is fucking marvelous to watch her writhe on this table while I play with her.

I haven’t had this much fun in ages.

I lean over and bury my face between her thighs.

She turns her head. “Oh my God, are you actually—”

Her voice is cut-off as I thrust my tongue inside her.

Wet fucking pussy, just for me.

I normally wouldn’t give two shits, I could get pussy any time I want. But this one right here … it’s forbidden. Off-limits.

And that makes me want it more than anything.

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 cutie pie son, and her two crazy but cute dogs. 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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