Hotel O by Clarissa Wild
Title: Hotel O
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2018
Blurb
Pleasure
is business.
is business.
That’s our
motto here at Hotel O.
motto here at Hotel O.
No strings
attached gratification is what we provide. Nothing is off
limits.
attached gratification is what we provide. Nothing is off
limits.
And all of
it stays within these walls.
it stays within these walls.
My job as
the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice.
the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice.
Girlfriends
are a liability I can’t afford.
are a liability I can’t afford.
So I get my
own satisfaction somewhere else.
own satisfaction somewhere else.
Online.
Anonymous.
Nothing
beyond a one-night stand …
beyond a one-night stand …
And I’ve
found the perfect toy to play with.
found the perfect toy to play with.
A
persistent, equally wicked girl that I can’t say no to.
persistent, equally wicked girl that I can’t say no to.
The girl
who’s going to make me risk it all.
who’s going to make me risk it all.
Welcome
to Hotel O … Enjoy your stay.
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.
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.
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Trailer
Excerpt
Within
seconds, the door handle clicks, and I hold my breath in anticipation.
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.
black suit and a red tie steps in. The door shuts behind him.
He’s tall,
and his hair is thick and dark, just like his voice when he says, “Hello,
Kitten …”
and his hair is thick and dark, just like his voice when he says, “Hello,
Kitten …”
I’m struck
with awe at the sound of his voice. It’s real. It’s him.
with 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.
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.
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.
alone, in a hotel room, and neither of us know each other by name.
He could do
anything he wanted.
anything he wanted.
Take me.
Use me. Lock me up.
Use me. Lock me up.
Kill me.
And no one
would ever know it was him.
would ever know it was him.
The perfect
setting for the perfect crime.
setting for the perfect crime.
Yet I’m not
afraid of him.
afraid of him.
I’m only
afraid of my own reaction to what’s about to go down.
afraid of my own reaction 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.
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, but 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 of rocks and ice.
even closer, but 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 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 ponytail without any shame.
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 ponytail without any shame.
His tongue
dips out to wet his lips, and for a second there, I wish he licked mine
instead.
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?”
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 I want him to fuck me raw.
part my lips to say something, but nothing springs to mind. Nothing
important … except for the fact 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.
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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