A paraître le 28 février 2017design de couverture :Clarissa Wild’s Booming Covers
200 pages
2.99 € en ebook
Résumé
* Ceci est un one-shot *
Une femme méprisée en fuite, et un harceleur qui la suit dans tous ces mouvements... Une partie réalisée au pardis ?
Après avoir été forcé à épouser un tyran, Hyun Song fuit sa maison dans une tentative désespérée pour sauver ce qui lui reste de dignité... et sa vie.
Maintenant seule, elle fait de son mieux pour allez de l'avant avec une vie simple. Mais elle réalise rapidement qu'elle ne peut pas échapper à son passé... et qu'elle n'est pas seule.
Il la regarde à travers la fenêtre.
Il envoie des messages indécents.
Il la traque partout où elle va.
Il la veut sérieusement, et quand elle le laisse finalement entrer... C'est le moment pour sa femme de jouer un jeu obsène.
Note de l'auteure : Cette histoire contient des scènes sensibles qui pourrait heurter certains lecteurs.
Chaque livre peut être lu comme un one-shot dans la série Indecent Games.
Le tome 1 Wicked Bride Games: histoire de Naomi.
le tome 2 Dirty Wife Games: histoire de Hyun.
Extrait en VO
From the living room I can hear the shower run. I step closer to the only light source in the house, my heart practically beating out of my chest from excitement. She’s so close, I could almost taste her. I could almost take her.
I shouldn’t.
And yet, I can’t stop myself from inching closer ever passing seconds.
It’s like my feet gravitate towards her. My mind can no longer stop my body from approaching, even if it’s wrong on all levels.
I watch her shower. Through the curtains I can see the silhouette of her body, and sometimes skin peeks through the gap. Her body looks like silk, so smooth. Her olive skin so deliciously appetizing, I want to lick it.
I stop myself before I go too far.
I already went past the moral line when I came all over her window.
Standing near the door to her bathroom, I admire her from a distance, listening to the sound of the water cascading down her skin. She massages herself with oils and the scent is intoxicating. I feel the warmth prickle on my skin and in this moment I wonder if she’ll ever want to truly know me.
If it’d ever be okay to talk to her.
To get to know her.
To be with her.
The more I watch her, the more I want from her. I’m physically incapable to stay away. I feel my best when I’m close to her. I only desire to give her everything she needs. I don’t want to hurt her, and yet I know she has every reason to fear me.
She’s fragile, emotionally drained. Used by wrong people.
I also know her man smacked her around like a wet rag.
He likes beating things senseless. It makes him feel powerful. Better than her.
Calling the cops is useless, they’re in his pocket, and she knows that too. That’s why she never did a thing to stop it. That’s why she ran away from him.
She ran and ran …
But both of us know, you can never run away from a lie.
I shouldn’t.
And yet, I can’t stop myself from inching closer ever passing seconds.
It’s like my feet gravitate towards her. My mind can no longer stop my body from approaching, even if it’s wrong on all levels.
I watch her shower. Through the curtains I can see the silhouette of her body, and sometimes skin peeks through the gap. Her body looks like silk, so smooth. Her olive skin so deliciously appetizing, I want to lick it.
I stop myself before I go too far.
I already went past the moral line when I came all over her window.
Standing near the door to her bathroom, I admire her from a distance, listening to the sound of the water cascading down her skin. She massages herself with oils and the scent is intoxicating. I feel the warmth prickle on my skin and in this moment I wonder if she’ll ever want to truly know me.
To get to know her.
To be with her.
The more I watch her, the more I want from her. I’m physically incapable to stay away. I feel my best when I’m close to her. I only desire to give her everything she needs. I don’t want to hurt her, and yet I know she has every reason to fear me.
She’s fragile, emotionally drained. Used by wrong people.
I also know her man smacked her around like a wet rag.
He likes beating things senseless. It makes him feel powerful. Better than her.
Calling the cops is useless, they’re in his pocket, and she knows that too. That’s why she never did a thing to stop it. That’s why she ran away from him.
She ran and ran …
But both of us know, you can never run away from a lie.
Clarissa Wild
Clarissa Wild est une auteure de best-seller pour le New York Times et USA Today, bien connue pour ses romans de dark romances Mr. X. Son travail inclusla série Fierce, la série
Delirious, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and
Bad Teacher. Elle est aussi une auteure de romace érotique comme la
série Blissful , la série the Billionaire's Bet series, et la série Enflamed. C'est une lectrice avide et une auteure d'histoires sexy à propos de mecs torrides et de fougueuses héroïnes.
Ses autres amours sont son chat et apprendre d'autres cultures. Dans son temps libre, elle aime regarder des films de tous genre, lire des tonnes de livres et cuisiner ses plats préférés.
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