mardi 25 avril 2017

Father de Clarissa Wild




A paraître le 25 avril 2017
324 pages
13.70 € et 0.99 e en ebook










Résumé


Confesse tes pêchés. 



Les gens m'appellent père, mais je préfère Franck parce que je suis le pire pêcheur que vous rencontrerez jamais.

Les jours passé complètement gaspillés avec un mauvais numéro, spécialement quand celui ci traine un camion entier de bagages avec lui.

Jusqu'à ce que cette jolie fille à l'arrière de l'église qui me coupe la respiration.

…Et nous finissons à commettre un sacrilège dans le confessionnal.
Ai-je mentionné que je suis abjecte ?



Mauvais n'est même pas un début pour me décrire, et après avoir gouté à ce qu'elle m'offre, je veux plus.

Avoir un esprit pervers tellement mauvais n'est pas la seule chose que nous avons en commun...

Notre passé est lié avec le pêché.



Note de l'auteure : ce livre n'est pas pour tout le monde; Il est clairement offensant. C'est cru, vulgaire mais c'est aussi clairement délicieux avec un grand D. Si vous êtres facilement choqué ou prude, s'il vous plait ne lisez pas ce livre. Mais si vous aimez un peu d'humour mêlé de vulgarité et de bagarre, vous allez aimez ce livre.



Contient des scènes perturbantes, du langage outranciers et de la violence.








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Epilogue gratuit !!!
(il faut avoir lu d'baord Father)





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Extra

She smiles again and bites her lip, looking at me with those dreamy eyes. Gosh, I wanna kiss her so badly. And then I figure … why not?

So I grab her face and pull her close until our lips touch and our mouths lock. I can’t help but smile as I kiss her because every second I taste her on my lips is another win.

She’s everything I ever wanted, and I think I’m only just beginning to understand what this means for me. For us. For the future.

When our lips unlatch, her face still hovers so close to mine. I can feel her hot breath on my skin, and it makes me wanna do all the dirty stuff I promised the nurses I wouldn’t. The question is: Would anyone notice if we did?

“I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is no,” she quips, putting up a finger.

“Aw … c’mon.” I sigh.

“No! This is a hospital, for crying out loud.” She snorts. “But I’m glad your dick still works perfectly fine.”

“You can break my bones and shoot me down, but nothing will ever stop this monster dick from getting stiff as a rod, trust me.”

She snorts, and I kiss her again for good measure, tasting the sweetness that is her mouth so I can remember it while I’m stuck in this stupid hospital bed and she’s gone home.

“Ugh … I wish I could stay,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Can’t you?”

“I’m not a patient, remember?”

“You could be. There’s an empty bed. I’ll kick Carl out.”

She sniggers from my comment. “You’ll be out in no time.”

“And what then?” I ask. “Are you coming to live with me in the church or …?”

“No, thanks. I don’t wanna get killed by Margaret. Or worse … give her a heart attack.”

“Heart attack?” I frown.

“She’d die of one if she caught us having sex one more time.”

I laugh. “Well, she’ll just have to deal with that then. I mean, c’mon, a man’s got his needs, right? She knows that.”

“Does she even like me?” she asks, toying with my hair.

“Of course, she does.” I grab her hand and kiss the back. “You like me … so she likes you too. The two go hand in hand.”

“Really?” She raises a brow. “Because I know what we did last time we were there, and it wasn’t pretty.”

“We’ll be more … secretive from now on,” I muse, biting my lip. “And I can’t wait to defile the church all over again.” I grunt and pull her onto the bed with me, smashing my lips to hers, fiercely taking her.

I can’t help myself. It’s just the way I am. A needy asshole who can’t get enough of her.

“Stop,” she murmurs, grinning. “We have to behave.”

“For now. But wait until I’m outta here. Then we’ll see how bad I can get.”

“Who says I wanna?”

“Don’t lie to yourself,” I tease, poking her in the belly. “You and I both know you want me.”

“Fine.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ll take you back, but …” She pushes me back with a flat hand. “You still have some making up and groveling to do, Mister.”

With a lopsided smile, I say, “Call me Father Frank … and I’ll make you confess all your sins.”









Clarissa Wild




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