Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Taboo
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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.
Excerpt . . .
“Hmm … I can tell,” I muse, licking the top of her lips and pulling her closer. “And I fucking hate that too.”
“Fuck you; you’re the cause of all this,” she whispers as I let my tongue roam free across her neck.
“You were the one who seduced me. This is what you get,” I tease, licking her skin.
She leans back and tries to smack me again, but this time I grasp both her wrists and pin them to the wall. “You wanna do this the hard way? You got it,” I growl, and I nudge her legs apart with my knee. “But I’m not going anywhere, and you know it.”
“Damn you,” she hisses, so I cover her mouth with mine to stop the complaining.
She wants this.
She clearly does, or she wouldn’t have kissed me.
She’s just mad that she does, and that’s okay. I’m pissed off too.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t fix this shit.
And what better way to make up than with a bit of hard, rough fucking? Nothing.
So I curl my fingers under her shirt and rip it off, not giving a shit that it’s tearing at the seams. And lucky me … she’s not even wearing a bra.
“Hey!” she calls out, but I smother her with more kisses and lick the seam of her mouth until she parts her lips and lets me in. My tongue always shuts her up.
Her tits are a handful and feel so nice as I rub my thumb across her nipples, hardening them.
“You know you like this,” I murmur against her lips, grinning like a motherfucker as I twist her nipple.
“Shut up,” she growls, and she rakes her fingers through my hair as she kisses me.
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter. “After I take your ass.”
Her comeback is to rip off my shirt and buttons fly everywhere.
I love it when she gets feisty.
I spin her around so she’s facing the wall. “Mine.”
“Mine? You wish,” she says, so I push my hard-on against her thighs.
“Oh yes, you’re mine, all right. Feel this? That’s what you do to me. That’s how crazy you make me, even when we hate each other’s guts.”
“Just fuck me. I’m done talking,” she hisses, eyeing me from over her shoulder as my hand slithers down her belly.
I rip down her zipper and pull the button loose, taking down her pants and underwear in one go.
She squeals again, but I cover her mouth with my hand and whisper, “Don’t want the kids to hear you moan …”
She still looks furious as my hand dives between her legs. I grin when I feel her slickness, even when she tries to keep her legs together.
“See?” I muse.
“I so wanna smack that grin off your face,” she growls.
“You can try … but nothing can beat this.” I rub my fingers up and down her slit, slowly easing her into it until her legs part and I can swivel across her clit. “As much as I hate to say it … you’re mine now, and I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
Frank is a preacher and not what you would expect. He is gritty and rough around the edges. He battles with himself and constantly punishes himself for events that happened before the story begins. Just when you think that Frank might be turning a corner, past sins come back to haunt Frank and a price must be paid.
There are some incredible characters in this story. Margaret or Mother is definitely a favourite. She is a strong and no nonsense kind of woman. She loves Frank no matter what. Laura is a feisty and independent woman who might just be exactly what Frank needs. She knows how to push all of Frank's buttons.
"Is it wrong? Is it wrong to want someone to the point of it becoming an obsession? It can't be healthy to fantasize about her so much. It feels like a disservice to the memory of ..." I can't even say the words without choking up inside.
And despite his protests, Frank is a good man. He knows he has done some unforgivable things and yet he still does his best to make sure others don't make his mistakes. Like with Ricardo. Frank helped him get his act together and I loved seeing the change in Ricardo because of Frank's influence.
Yes there are dark and dangerous moments in the story but there also are funny moments of banter. And the sex. Yes, there is quite a bit here and it is sinfully bad. In the good way ;)
Her eyes widen and immediately focus on my length, her lips parting as if she's preparing to receive it.
"My eyes are up here," I muse, smiling.
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