RELEASE BLITZ: Cruel Boy by Clarissa Wild




Title: Cruel Boy
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2019



Blurb

Rich boys sin best.
Gossip always goes around at Falcon Elite Prep.
Everyone knows Nate Wilson, the most popular football quarterback and every girl’s crush.
But there’s more behind those drop-dead gorgeous eyes and that killer smile …
He’s a notorious heartbreaker …
And he’s got his eyes set on me.
The twisted games he plays are cruel and dangerous.
He teases and tempts me … just to ruin me.
Because I know the one thing he doesn’t want anyone to know.
A big, dirty secret …
And there’s nothing bad boys won’t do to keep a secret buried.







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Excerpt

He’s so close now, all the ridges of his abs underneath his shirt are visible, and it’s almost making me want to reach out and touch them.
Stop this, Sam. Just fucking stop it.
“You make me laugh,” he mutters, placing both hands on the windowsill behind me, caging me inside his arms once again.
Goddammit.
“You piss me off,” I reply.
“Keep telling yourself that,” he quips.
One of his hands slides from the windowsill to my hand, and I freeze. His warm hand feels like lightning shooting all over my skin as it travels up my arm.
“You should know better than to taunt me,” he says, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “I like scared little girls … like you.”
His tongue dips out and grazes along the rim of my ear. A chill runs up my spine as he places his other hand on my knee. The oxygen is knocked right out of me when he slides it upward along my thigh.
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, adding a groan that sets my body on fire. “I like that.”
His hand creeps up my red and black checkered skirt, fingers curling underneath the fabric of my panties.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Why am I letting him do this? He’s the bad guy.
He groans again, tugging at the elastic to pull them down. “You’re a filthy … little … thief.”
RIP!
In one quick pull, he’s torn them straight off.
I gasp in shock as he holds my panties in his hand, wearing a victorious grin on his face.
“What the—?”
He brings them to his face and takes a whiff, a delicious moan grumbling in his throat.
“I’ll hold onto these,” he murmurs, stuffing them into his pocket.
And after a dirty look, he turns around and walks off.
“What?” I mutter, ignoring the throbbing sensation between my legs.
He glances at me over his shoulder. “Consider it a down payment … I’ll give them back if you give me those pictures within a day. And if you don’t, I’ll find more creative ways to tempt you.”
So that’s what this is all about. Extortion. I should’ve known, shouldn’t have been so gullible to assume he’d ever feel something for me. Playing with lust as though it’s a goddamn tool.
I spit at him, but it lands on the floor. “You’re a disgusting piece of shit, Nate Wilson.”
He doesn’t even look at me when he says, “Believe me, I know.”
Then he closes the door on me.






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.

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