Frowning, I walk toward the door and notice it’s been left open. Outside are red drops scattered across the floor. I lean forward, so I can scour the premise, and that’s when I notice the pool of blood lying on the porch. My eyes widen and I scream. Stumbling backward inside the house, I slam the door shut with shaky hands. That blood, is it Arthur’s? What’s going on? Is he here? Shit, I knew it. I immediately reach for my umbrella stand and fish out the rifle hidden behind all the umbrellas. I should’ve prepared more for this day, but I didn’t think it would arrive so soon. I lock and load the rifle, turning around quickly to surprise my attacker. “Show yourself, you motherfucker,” I scream. “I know it’s you.” “Hello, Vanessa ….” His voice brings me chills to the bone. “Long time, no see.” “Get the fuck… Read more »
Author: Clarissa Wild
Clarissa Wild is the Amazon Bestselling Romance author of FIERCE, a top 200 and top 15 New Adult Romance novel. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It 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.
EXCERPT She sucks on her lip while I gaze at her, wondering what the hell this is all supposed to mean. It looks so goddamn innocent and strangely attractive at the same time. But I feel guilty for thinking about things like that right now. Shit. I should be dealing with this on my own. Instead I’m leaning toward a girl I don’t even know. Maybe it’s just the pain speaking, but I feel like I want to hug her tight. I barely know her, and yet I feel she is the only thing that’s keeping me standing right now. “You look like you could use some help,” she says hesitantly. I don’t understand this girl at all. I’ve been treating her like shit, and still she cares enough to want to help me. However, her offering me help frightens me. Not because it’s her, but because I apparently… Read more »