Title: Boys Who Taint
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully RH Romance
Release Date: TBA
Hating them has never felt so sinful …
My half sister died at the hands of a friend, and I vowed to make him pay.
In the midst of a brewing war between two rival families, the mysterious and friendly Grey Westbrook sweeps me off my feet when I need it the most.
However, my childhood friend Levi Torres—now an obsessive, vicious boy—has made it his mission to erase him from my life.
His arrogant and hedonistic cousin Apollo Torres offers protection against Levi's wrath if I agree to all his filthy demands. But Levi and Apollo aren't my only problems …
A ghost of the past is hunting me, promising sweet vengeance, and the temptation is too big to resist.
My body is ravished and ruined, and I don’t want the depravity to stop, even if my stalker is someone I know.
Three jealous, insatiable boys who were there that night still fight to own me … Betray me.
One is a killer.
One is a sinner.
One is a big, fat liar.
And I will expose them all.
Excerpt
PANG!
Something just got flitted against my window.
Was it a branch from the nearby tree?
I push the blanket off and approach the window, slightly pushing away the curtains. In the middle of the night, I can barely see a thing outside, except for the small street light up ahead.
The cold makes me shiver.
Or maybe it’s the set of eyes blinking behind an eerie white mask.
I release the curtain and take one step away, my heart skipping a beat.
PANG!
It’s the same sound as before.
Something—no—someone is throwing rocks at my window.
Even though I know I shouldn’t, I can’t help opening the curtain to look again.
The masked man is right there underneath the street light, staring right at me from underneath a black hoodie.
This time one step closer.
One blink.
And he’s closer again.
Penetrative eyes still home in on my fucking window.
And the first thought in my mind is to jump right at him.
I bolt out the door and race down the stairs to the common room, ripping open the front door, unafraid. Despite the fact that it’s cold and completely dark outside, I grab the bat standing next to the door and head outside on my bare feet.
But the masked man is nowhere to be seen.
“Where are you?!” I scream, looking around with the bat held up high. “Show yourself!”
I march at the street light, but the man that was there is gone.
Vanished, as if he never existed in the first place.
And the more I circle around, the more I’m beginning to question my own damn sanity.
Was it all a figment of my imagination?
I walk away from the light and peer into the darkness beyond, where nothing moves except the leaves on the pavement guided by the wind. There’s no one. Not even a guard or a squirrel.
What the fuck?
Unsettled, I head back to the sorority house, but when I glance to the side of the building something on the ground make me do a double take. I walk over and pick up a bunch of pebbles that I’m sure weren’t there before, and I gaze up at the sky.
My window is right there and my blood runs cold.
With the bat held high, I backtrack my way into the house so I don’t get caught off-guard. When I’ve finally closed the door, I place the bat back down and head back upstairs, my mind still reeling from what just happened.
I close my bedroom door and breathe out a ragged breath while I wonder if I’m losing my mind.
Until I spot the open window.
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, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her adorable kitties. 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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