Title: Locked
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: November 28, 2017
Blurb
People say I’m ferocious. Wild. Dangerous.
They’re right. That’s why I live on an island alone.
The jungle is my home. My personal prison.
Until she arrived.
The moment her helicopter crashed on my land, everything changed.
She’s the only survivor … And I’m keeping her locked up in a pit.
It’s been too long since I last touched a woman, especially one so beautiful.
It makes me hunger for her.
I want her … So I’ll keep her …
And I’ll make her mine.
They’re right. That’s why I live on an island alone.
The jungle is my home. My personal prison.
Until she arrived.
The moment her helicopter crashed on my land, everything changed.
She’s the only survivor … And I’m keeping her locked up in a pit.
It’s been too long since I last touched a woman, especially one so beautiful.
It makes me hunger for her.
I want her … So I’ll keep her …
And I’ll make her mine.
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Excerpt
When the sun has been gone for a while, and the only remaining light in the hut is the small candle beside my bed, he starts prepping the bed. He places a pillow made of fur on top, blows out the candle, and attempts to crawl behind me.
“Wait,” I mutter, which makes him pause. If we’re going to share a bed, the least we should know is what to call each other. “What … what’s your name?”
He frowns. “Lock.”
Lock. What a strange name for a man like him.
Not that it matters. Biting my lip, I respond, “I’m Juliet Baker.”
“Jul …”
He seems to have some trouble pronouncing it.
“Juliet,” I repeat.
“Julet.”
“No, Juliet.”
“Jule,” he murmurs, his voice lower than usual.
I shake my head. “Ju-li-et.” It can’t be that hard, can it?
“Ju-et.”
I roll my eyes and sigh. “Jules is fine.”
“Jules.” He smiles. “Jules.”
I don’t know why, but every time he says my name like that, my whole body tingles. Shit.
Don’t let his husky voice get to you so much, Jules.
He’s just a man.
Who captured you.
And is still keeping you as a pet.
I take a breath and sigh. He keeps staring at me for a few more seconds before crawling onto the bed as well.
I tense up the moment he lies down beside me, and I can feel his breath on my skin even though he doesn’t touch me. There’s no telling what he’ll do if I don’t fight this, so I force myself to stay vigilant while I hear him fall into a deep sleep. He snores while I refuse to sleep.
When I’m sure he’s far beyond the possibility of waking up, I slowly inch up from the bed. He groans, so I stop momentarily and watch him roll over on the bed, facing the ceiling. His face is quite rugged but in a good way. Handsome, even.
What are you doing, Jules? Get out of there!
Right, I shouldn’t be thinking about this at all.
It’s time to run.
I quickly rid myself of the rope around my wrists and throw it on the ground. I put on my shoes again, which he took off and placed underneath the bed.
I go to the kitchen area and grasp the flask, then I bolt for the door. There’s no lock, and it opens without making too much sound. I hope he doesn’t wake up soon because he’ll probably chase me, which is why I have to make a run for it.
Now.
“Wait,” I mutter, which makes him pause. If we’re going to share a bed, the least we should know is what to call each other. “What … what’s your name?”
He frowns. “Lock.”
Lock. What a strange name for a man like him.
Not that it matters. Biting my lip, I respond, “I’m Juliet Baker.”
“Jul …”
He seems to have some trouble pronouncing it.
“Juliet,” I repeat.
“Julet.”
“No, Juliet.”
“Jule,” he murmurs, his voice lower than usual.
I shake my head. “Ju-li-et.” It can’t be that hard, can it?
“Ju-et.”
I roll my eyes and sigh. “Jules is fine.”
“Jules.” He smiles. “Jules.”
I don’t know why, but every time he says my name like that, my whole body tingles. Shit.
Don’t let his husky voice get to you so much, Jules.
He’s just a man.
Who captured you.
And is still keeping you as a pet.
I take a breath and sigh. He keeps staring at me for a few more seconds before crawling onto the bed as well.
I tense up the moment he lies down beside me, and I can feel his breath on my skin even though he doesn’t touch me. There’s no telling what he’ll do if I don’t fight this, so I force myself to stay vigilant while I hear him fall into a deep sleep. He snores while I refuse to sleep.
When I’m sure he’s far beyond the possibility of waking up, I slowly inch up from the bed. He groans, so I stop momentarily and watch him roll over on the bed, facing the ceiling. His face is quite rugged but in a good way. Handsome, even.
What are you doing, Jules? Get out of there!
Right, I shouldn’t be thinking about this at all.
It’s time to run.
I quickly rid myself of the rope around my wrists and throw it on the ground. I put on my shoes again, which he took off and placed underneath the bed.
I go to the kitchen area and grasp the flask, then I bolt for the door. There’s no lock, and it opens without making too much sound. I hope he doesn’t wake up soon because he’ll probably chase me, which is why I have to make a run for it.
Now.
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, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Unprofessional Bad Boys, RUIN, the Indecent Games Series, FATHER, and CAGED. 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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