Ruin
Clarissa Wild
Publication date: September 20th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Maybell Fairweather was the girl of my dreams.
Always smiling brightly, she kept going, despite the names her classmates called her behind her back.
She was full of curiosity and independence, the extent of which I could only be jealous of. Even though she had all odds stacked against her, she knew what she wanted from life and pursued it, no matter the cost.
She was completely my opposite in every way.
Perfect, even though she couldn’t see it.
Perfect … until me.
Because this is the story of how I ruined her.
Based on a true story. Standalone Romance. No cliffhanger.
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EXCERPT:
He winks, and somehow, it makes me blush.
For some reason, it’s hard to look away too.“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Alexander Wright.”
I smile. “Maybell Fairweather.”
“Hmm … Maybell … nice name.”
“Thanks.” I blush.
I don’t know why or what it is about him, but he has this gentleness about him that soothes me and makes me want to ask him to stay, even if I don’t have a reason for it.
But then I realize it’s not the only reason I’m looking at him.
Something’s felt off since we met, and I couldn’t put my finger on it, but now, I can.
“Wait …” I mutter. “I know you, right?”
“Yeah, I’m that guy who ate a sandwich with you the other day. You don’t remember? Should I call a nurse?” He chuckles.
I roll my eyes. “No. I mean …” I recognize him from somewhere. “I know you from … school, right?”
His eyes suddenly widen, and he slams his lips shut.
HA! I knew he looked familiar. “No way! I knew it.”
The muscles in his face tighten. “Oh, boy.”
“I’ve seen you at school a few times.”
“Really?” he says, scratching the back of his neck.
“Yeah … don’t tell me I’m making this up. I’m not crazy … right?” I pout.
He smiles, his dimples making me wanna pinch his cheeks. “No, you’re not crazy. It’s just a surprise that you’d even recognize me. People usually don’t even see me. I’m invisible.”
“Yeah?” I bite my lip and frown. “Same here.”
He lowers his arm. “No … you’re not invisible at all,” he says, looking at me with half-mast eyes. “I see you. All the time.”
EXCERPT 2:
“You’re my hero. And I forgive you.”
“Don’t say that …” he whispers.
“I get it now. You don’t have to explain it. I’m not angry, and I’m not sad. I just want you.”
I look up at him with the biggest smile I can muster, and it
seems to lighten his mood too.
There’s still a hint of something … a kind of darkness I
can’t explain … but it’s okay for now. Some things are better left unsaid.
I turn around and take a step into the hallway, looking back
to grab his hand and pull him along every step of the way. I slowly guide him
to my living room and turn the lights off. His face glows in the dark as I lean
in as close as I possibly can, wrapping my arms around his waist. My lips inch
toward his and I softly press a kiss on the side of his lips, and then another
one on the other edge.
His lips
slowly find their way to mine until we’re locked in a heated kiss.
My head
feels heavy with thirst. I crave him more than I’ve ever craved anything. It’s
unfamiliar to me but feels natural too.
Like we were destined to end up together like this … desperately kissing …
greedily pulling each other closer.
My cheeks burn with
the heat he exudes, and soon, his whole
body radiates, and I can’t get enough. I need to get closer, have every inch of
my body next to his.
So I bring his hands to my waist and curl them underneath my
shirt, coaxing him to pull it up. He hesitates for a second, but with my smile
and my lips on his, he has no reason to hold back anymore.
He pulls the shirt over my head and kisses my neck, not even
caring to look at my breasts. I don’t feel insecure with him. All I can feel
are the raging hormones, the need, the lust.
His lips make a trail from my neck down to my breasts, where
he plants a kiss between them. Then he throws off his own shirt, not giving a
shit where it lands. I sense a change in his demeanor, as he no longer feels
like the uncertain boy but more like a guy with a
hunger he needs to satiate.
His curls tickle my neck as he kisses my shoulder. “This is
crazy,” he murmurs against my ears.
“I like crazy …” I whisper as he wraps his arms around me
and lets his lips roam free across my body.
“But how far?” he asks.
I moan when he places a kiss right below my earlobe.
“Until the end. Don’t stop,” I say.
Author Bio:
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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.
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