Father by Clarissa Wild
Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Taboo Romance
Release Date: April 25, 2017
Blurb
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.
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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.”
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.”
Author Bio
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, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed 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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Father by Clarissa Wild
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Holy bat shit! Father is dirty, it's wrong and it's so bloodily tempting that you can't stop reading no matter what your objections are. Clarissa Wild takes it up one more notch and makes you question whether or not all preachers are like Frank, the man who has lived through so much ordeal and pain, finding solace in the bottom of a bottle until it disappears and the nightmares let him breathe rather than squeeze what life he has left. Then one Sunday morning during church, his eyes lands on a beautiful woman, who with the help of a confessional, makes him see that maybe, just maybe life can be lived once again. Their relationship and their connection is tested when secrets of their past catches up to them and the opportunity for revenge comes knocking at their door..
Like i mentioned, Father is so very wrong that it's delicious. Things i never would have expected from any single person, whether they be religious or not, happened, and boy could i not look away. I honestly laughed - so much so that i was constantly asked what was going on, and i wouldn't have it any other way. I love how Clarissa Wild took a subject and made it her own, made it so that you have to make a choice; either you love it or you don't. and i love it, even with my own personal beliefs (which made it so that i haven't been to church since my first communion when i was 8). I couldn't get enough, and i sure as heck couldn't have wished for more because she nailed everything on the head and made you realize that Frank was right: Everyone has needs. It's what makes us human. Even preachers.
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Father by Clarissa WildMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Holy bat shit! Father is dirty, it's wrong and it's so bloodily tempting that you can't stop reading no matter what your objections are. Clarissa Wild takes it up one more notch and makes you question whether or not all preachers are like Frank, the man who has lived through so much ordeal and pain, finding solace in the bottom of a bottle until it disappears and the nightmares let him breathe rather than squeeze what life he has left. Then one Sunday morning during church, his eyes lands on a beautiful woman, who with the help of a confessional, makes him see that maybe, just maybe life can be lived once again. Their relationship and their connection is tested when secrets of their past catches up to them and the opportunity for revenge comes knocking at their door..
Like i mentioned, Father is so very wrong that it's delicious. Things i never would have expected from any single person, whether they be religious or not, happened, and boy could i not look away. I honestly laughed - so much so that i was constantly asked what was going on, and i wouldn't have it any other way. I love how Clarissa Wild took a subject and made it her own, made it so that you have to make a choice; either you love it or you don't. and i love it, even with my own personal beliefs (which made it so that i haven't been to church since my first communion when i was 8). I couldn't get enough, and i sure as heck couldn't have wished for more because she nailed everything on the head and made you realize that Frank was right: Everyone has needs. It's what makes us human. Even preachers.
View all my reviews
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