Hotel O by Clarissa Wild Cover Reveal

COVER REVEAL
Title: Hotel O
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Erotic Romance

Cover Design: Clarissa Wild’s Booming Covers
Release Date: May 1, 2018

 

BLURB

Pleasure is business.
That’s our motto here at Hotel O.
No strings attached gratification is what we provide. Nothing is off limits.
And all of it stays within these walls.
My job as the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice.
Girlfriends are a liability I can’t afford.
So I get my own satisfaction somewhere else.
Online.
Anonymous.
Nothing beyond a one-night stand …
And I’ve found the perfect toy to play with.
A persistent, equally wicked girl that I can’t say no to.
The girl who’s going to make me risk it all.

Welcome 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.

GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38485900-hotel-o

EXCERPTS (Unedited)

#1

Within 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.
My eyes glide over his body and his glide over mine. His face too is hidden behind a mask.
He’s tall and his hair is thick and dark, just like his voice when he says, “Hello Kitten …”
I’m struck in 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.
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.
We’re alone, in a hotel room, and neither of us know each other by name.
He could do anything he wanted.
Take me. Use me. Lock me up.
Kill me.
And no one would ever know it was him.
It’s the perfect setting for the perfect crime.
And yet I’m not afraid of him.
I’m only afraid of my own reactions 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.
He comes even closer. 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 out 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 pony tail without any shame.
His tongue 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.”
I nod and part my lips to say something, but nothing springs to mind. Nothing important … except for the fact that I want him to fuck me raw.

#2

Her hands move up along her back and clip off the bra.
When that too tumbles to the floor, my eyes focus on her nipples that tighten as I stare. Her face isn’t red anymore like before. She looks confident, completely at ease. Like she’s not at all afraid of what I’m going to say … as if she already knows I like what I see.
Not soon after her panties follow, and I’m finding myself getting a hard-on just watching her stand still in the middle of my office, completely naked and ready to bend to my will.
But this girl isn’t here for me, she’s here for my clients.
At least … that’s what she wants me to think. But I’m still not convinced.
“Turn,” I say, swirling my finger in the air.
Her hips sway as she spins on her heels, her thick ass pushing all the right buttons. She’d be a great performer. Definitely.
But there is something about her. Something that I can’t let go.
Defiance. It seeps through everything she does. The way she walks, how she struts, the way she looks at me with that intent gaze, as if she’s waiting for my reaction and it never comes.
Too tough to say no to … but I’m going to have to make the call based on what I know my clients need right now. And this isn’t it.
“Pass,” I say.
She stays put, the look on her face rapidly changing from confusion to annoyance. “What?”
“It’s a no from me,” I say. “Put your clothes back on.”
She parts her lips, but again no words flow. Then she slams it shut again and silently picks up her things. No matter how many times I try to divert my eyes back to my laptop so I can continue finishing work, I keep glancing at her as she puts her clothes back on. For some reason I’m agitated, but I have no clue why. The whole room is oozing with an uncomfortable silence, and I don’t like it one bit.
As she walks towards the door, I get up. Something compels me to say, “Wait.”
What that something is eludes me, but I can’t allow her to leave.
She stops in her tracks, still facing away from me, as if my voice was the only thing that made her stay.
I step away from my desk and approach her, narrowing my eyes to get a good look. There’s something about her … about her body, her voice, her eyes … and I need to know …
“Put your hair up,” I command.
Her hand wraps around her brown hair and tugs it up into a ponytail.
I don’t even need to see her face to know …
It’s her.
I place a hand on her shoulder and lean in. A grin spreads across my lips as a rumbling noise leaves my throat. “I know it’s you … Kitten …”

#3

“Do you still think of me? Of that night?”
He makes a ‘tsk’ sound but doesn’t say another word. It’s almost as if he’s trying to deflect whatever it is that makes him feel this way.
I inch closer, but he shoves me back against the door and says, “You don’t know what you’ve done. How dangerous this is.”
“Why? Because you’re scared you’ll want me again?” I ask, my tongue dipping out to wet my lips, which he obviously sees because he’s following my every move.
The electricity between us is undeniable. The sparks are almost literally flying through the air. Why won’t he acknowledge that? What is he so afraid of?
“You shouldn’t have come here,” he says through gritted teeth, but he’s still holding onto me, still clenching, refusing to let go. In fact, his face is closer to me than it ever was. Almost close enough … to kiss.
I know he wants to. I can see it in the way his lips part when mine do, how his eyes keep zooming in on every inch of my skin, as though he wants to lick it.
“Remember how much fun we had?” I murmur, teasing him with a hum. The same noise I make when I come. Hard.
“Oh … I remember all right,” he says, his voice strenuous. As if he’s trying his best to maintain his composure.
I lean in, pressing my body against his. “I’m yours if you want … now … whenever … in whatever way you want,” I whisper into his ear.
A few seconds pass, and his whole body tenses. Even between his legs.
“Get out.”
I lean back and say, “You don’t mean that.”
Even though his voice is calm and collected, the cold-hearted look on his face is too sharp, even for him. “Don’t make me say it again,” he sneers. “Before I do something we’ll both regret.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I reply. “Do it.”
Suddenly, he grabs both my arms and pins me against the door so hard it almost hurts. Almost. But I like the pain. I like it when he gives me everything I shouldn’t want. Everything I shouldn’t crave. Maybe it’s like that for him too.
“You don’t know what you’re asking. Who you’re asking.”
“Then tell me … who are you?” I ask, not backing down. “Someone who makes girls strip in his office? A dirty hotel manager? Is that it?”
He snorts. “You’ve only just scratched the surface. And that’s as far as it’ll go.”

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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Pleasure is business.
That’s our motto here at Hotel O.
No strings attached gratification is what we provide. Nothing is off limits.
And all of it stays within these walls.
My job as the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice.
Girlfriends are a liability I can’t afford.
So I get my own satisfaction somewhere else.
Online.
Anonymous.
Nothing beyond a one-night stand …
And I’ve found the perfect toy to play with.
A persistent, equally wicked girl that I can’t say no to.
The girl who’s going to make me risk it all.

Welcome 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.

GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38485900-hotel-o

 

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