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From New York Times & USA
Today Bestselling author Clarissa Wild comes the highly anticipated Dark
Erotica series: Delirious.
For the first time ever, and for
a very limited time, the complete Delirious Trilogy is available in one boxed
set edition.
~ SEEK (prequel)
“All I remember is him: Sebastian Brand, my savior.”
Lillith’s world changed forever
when she came home from vacation. Her life was ruined, her heart shattered.
Putting her trust in Sebastian Brand has been the key to her survival … but at
what cost?
~ SNARE (Book 1)
“Claimed by a man with the exterior of an angel and
the mind of a brute, I will do anything to unveil his secrets and face my own
demons.”
Taken.
Humiliated.
Used.
A body in exchange for freedom.
A heart in exchange for truth.
Life is never a given. Only a
certain death.
~ SEIZE (Book 2)
“She thought she could run, but there´s nowhere to
hide. You think I’m the monster? Think again.”
Sebastian wants only one thing;
Power. Claiming Lillith is the key, but her horrible past and uncertain future
are undeniably tied to him. When the choices you make decide your fate, the
line between good and evil blurs. In order to play this game, sacrifices must
be made.
~ SCORCH (Book 3)
“I am the forgotten one, the girl who was left for
dead. I remember everything. Their faces. Their touch. Even their smell.… I
will kill them all.”
Sweet revenge keeps her alive …
and drives her to kill. Finally, secrets and revelations come to light after a
long and grueling journey. Every choice has led to this moment, but no one is
prepared for the unfathomable consequences of life and death. Will love be
enough to overcome the pain of the past?
PURCHASE
LINKS
GOOGLE PLAY: http://bit.ly/deliriousseriesgp
EXCERPT
Excerpt of Scorch (Book 3)
Ashley
Flames engulf
me.
They lick my
skin, fill me to the brink with fear.
I’m trapped
with no way out.
My eyes can
only see darkness as black as my body will become if I stay here a second
longer. My vision is clouded by smoke, the rooms and hallways turned into a
ghostly scene. Screams come from all directions, whines and loud bangs
following suit.
I don’t know
where I’m going, but anywhere is better than here. I have to escape this sea of
flames.
A torrent of
fire scorches the walls, blazing through the doors. I jump over fallen rubble
and molten wood, running through any visible gaps I can find. It’s here, it has
to be here. The door to freedom … it’s supposed to be here.
Fire follows me
everywhere, like a trail set to destroy me, but I won’t let it burn me. I chose
this path. I was the one who set this chain of events in motion, and now I must
find a way out of this hellhole before it swallows me whole.
It’s either
this fire or this facility that will be my undoing, and I’d rather be turned
into a crisp than spend one more second in this place. Everything I did was for
my own freedom, and I won’t let anything ruin it, not even a fucking burning
building.
Right now, I
don’t care about anyone else but me. I did it all for me. That’s right, I chose
to only follow my own instincts so I could benefit from it. I’m a selfish
motherfucker, but I don’t regret a thing.
For once I
deserve a little peace.
Forever do I
deserve justice.
No one more
than me deserves to get out of this place.
But this fire
is catching up with me quickly, and I don’t know if I can outrun it.
My lungs burn
as I suck in the last viable breath, trying to stop coughing. The smoke is
killing me, but I won’t give up. I won’t stop running, won’t stop fighting,
won’t stop screaming until I gave it my all and then some. I won’t go down
without reason.
I won’t. I
fucking won’t!
Adrenaline
fuels my body as I rush past falling debris, crisscrossing through the hallway
until a door comes into sight. Hope zings through my veins, giving me a rush as
I make a sprint toward freedom. I jump over fire and lunge at the door, pulling
it open as I go. There’s another door just up ahead. The exit sign is the only
light that shines down upon me as I close the door behind me and try to open
it.
The door is
locked.
I jerk it a
couple of times, but it won’t budge.
Panic rolls
through me, making all the hairs on my body stand up, as I jerk the door again
and again.
“C’mon,” I say.
“C’mon you worthless piece of shit!”
I punch the
door, but it’s no use. Nothing I do works.
I cry out as I
pull on the door as hard as I can and ram my feet into the wood in an effort to
break free. Fire has consumed the hallway behind me, and I can smell the smoke
rising up from the hole underneath the door. It won’t be long until it enters
this room and when it does I have to be out.
“Why won’t you
fucking open?” I scream at the door.
If this damned
door would open, I would be out of here by now, but it seems to be made of pure
cement or something. Nothing I do works. I can feel the heat of the fire
penetrating the walls, creeping in from underneath the door behind me. As I
look over my shoulder the small gap is lit like the sun.
Oh God, it’s so
close, I can almost feel it.
There’s no
escape now. I can’t turn around and find a different exit. I’m trapped and the
fire has come for me. And this fucking door won’t open, no matter what I do.
Salty tears
enter my mouth as I yell and kick the door in a futile move to free myself.
Nothing I do works. Nothing.
After a while,
I sink to the hard floor, burying my face in my hands.
I’m done for.
This is it,
this is the end.
I was the only
one who could save me, who could get me out of here. This was my last chance
and I blew it.
What ifs float
through my head. What if I hadn’t listened to him? What if I didn’t let him use
me for his own pleasure? What would have happened if I didn’t let him into my
heart? Would I have made the same choices?
No, but I doubt
I would’ve come as far as I have now.
Which terrifies
me even more. All the choices I made or could have made would’ve led to only
two outcomes. I would either remain here or in another facility as their sex
puppet or I’d flee and probably die.
I guess I got
what I wanted after all. In the end, I realize it’s what I asked for. I
should’ve listened when he said there was no escaping this place … and him.
The only way
out is death itself.
I should accept
my fate with the last shred of dignity I have left, but I can’t fight this
dread creeping into my soul. After all that planning, all that work, all that
lying, cheating, stealing, and betraying, I ended up alone and trapped in a
room as small as a fucking closet. I exchanged my body for a little bit of
hope, and what I got was a miserable end to my suffering.
What a horrible
way to die.
AUTHOR
BIO
Clarissa
Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the
dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious
Series, and Stalker. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the
Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet 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.
AUTHOR
LINKS
Website: http://clarissawild.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/WildClarissa
Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/FdY71
Amazon: http://bit.ly/clarissabooks
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