Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: January 27th 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance
Fight for your dreams. Fight for your life. Fight for love.
Nerdy girl Autumn Blakewood is the prime example of a goodie two-shoes. She studies every night, is never late for class, and always follows the rules. She has never felt the need to step out of her comfort zone. That is, until she meets Hunter.
Hunter Bane is a cocky, confident bad-boy, who's nothing but trouble. He’s a dangerous distraction to everyone around him. Sexy and strong, Hunter enjoys the swooning effect he has on women. Especially those who aren't used to attention, like Autumn.
Autumn finds it hard not to give into Hunter’s advances, even though it all seems like a game to him. Trying to understand him is impossible, because he shrouds himself in mystery.
What she doesn't know is that Hunter has more baggage than anyone should have to carry. When she discovers he's in an illegal frat club to save the one person that matters to him, Autumn realizes this could mean the end of her undeniable connection to him. Even their lives are at risk.
But it's too late to turn back now ...
When he comes up the steps, his gaze is already set on that one empty spot beside me. I’m squeezing my legs together, as he sits next to me. My instinct is to scoot far away, but I can’t; there’s nowhere to go.
I feel watched, which isn’t strange, considering his gray eyes are practically trying to penetrate my skin.
Anger is seething inside him, I don’t have to look at him to know; I can feel it flow out of him like a radiator that’s burning up.
God, I want to die.
He keeps staring at me, as if he has nothing better to do. My heartbeat is rising, and I’m starting to feel really sweaty. I don’t know why he’s doing this, but it’s freaking me out, and I don’t like it one bit.
“Don’t you have to pay attention?” I say, avoiding his eyes.
“To You? Yes.”
His words make my insides broil.
“The teacher has already started talking.” I point to the front, but Hunter doesn’t even flinch. His eyes are still on me like a hawk zooming in on his prey.
“I don’t care.”
I swallow, gathering the courage to turn my head and look at him. The moment my eyes make contact with his I’m drowning. Drowning in amazement. Drowning in fear.
Fear of the unknown.
“But your grades …” I stammer.
He snorts, and a smile curls the corners of his mouth while he shakes his head. “Yeah, right.”
And all I can do is stare.
If looks could kill, I would be dead.
He looks so damn handsome when he smiles. It’s like everything around us fades and all I ever want to see is that smile. It just makes me feel good.
But when the smile disappears, so does my mood.
The darkness falling over his face unsettles me.
In his eyes I see the hurt, the worries, the insomnia. Sleepless nights have worn down his face, making him look saggy and dull. But I know there’s so much more inside there.
Endless stories and an undiscovered world I’m intrigued by.
I want to know what’s in there. Inside him. Why he’s so angry and sad at the same time.
A sudden overwhelming feeling to grab him and hold him tight takes me aback.
He’s having so much trouble in his life right now, even though I have no idea what’s going on. I can see it in his eyes that something is so wrong. And I want to help him get through it.
But I don’t come any close. I don’t move one muscle.
I’m scared. Scared of what he can do. Scared of his power, and his temper.
In my mind I can still see his bloodshot eyes and the hateful look on his face. He was in that fight yesterday, I’m sure of it. The only question is who was the one instigating it.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
I can’t ask him. I just can’t get the words to come out. I’m really chicken shit.
“Something wrong?” he says.
I shake my head.
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
Hunter inches closer. I instinctively draw back, but he scoots even farther to my side. I’m scared to death he wants to do something to me, and I have no idea what, which makes it even scarier.
A devious smile appears on his face, and it’s almost as if he’s enjoying this. Taunting me seems like his way to pass time in class. I don’t like it one bit, but on the other hand I’m excited as hell.
He raises his head, and his nostrils flare. I turn my head, my breath hitching in my throat. I can’t look when he’s doing this, entering my private space uninvited.
It feels as though his nose is close to my hair, because there’s hot air flowing close to my ear. And then he inhales.
Is he smelling me?
I’m frozen in place from sheer panic, my heart beating like crazy.
No guy has ever come this close to me.
He lets out a huge breath afterward and chuckles softly. His breath lingers on my ear, and a shudder runs through me.
“I like it,” he whispers.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
My skin tingles where his hot breath brushed over me. My groin clenches, and my clit thumps.
His whisper does this to me. Just a whisper.
I never felt like this before. I think just died inside.
Hunter muffles a laugh. It’s like he can smell my fear.
He takes in a sharp breath and moves back to his usual spot. As if what he did just now was the most normal thing in the world.
I’m still shaken, my body stiff from the encounter. I feel completely naked, and I know he’s watching me.
The look in his eyes is like that of a boy who just did something totally against the rules. And it’s so fucking sexy I can’t stand it.
Clarissa Wild is the erotic romance author of the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It 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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