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More hidden behind those perfect dark lies of his.
Because it wasn’t just my soul that craved redemption.
And when a powerful man becomes obsessed with a woman …
He’ll do whatever it takes to twist her…
Keep her…
And own her.
Dark Lies is the follow up to the exciting Dark Romance novel Dark Wish by New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Clarissa Wild. This is the conclusion to Amelia & Eli's story.
His voice makes me spin on my heels, but it’s his form that makes me drop the book entirely. And with form I mean well-shaped body like Adonis standing naked right in front of me.
My eyes widen, saliva building in my mouth while my eyes drape over his aptly sculpted torso, the rugged abs underneath, and that V-line that leads to an oh-so delicious…
No, I can’t think about that. Stop it, Amelia.
“Cat got your tongue?” he muses, his brow rising flirtatiously.
I avert my eyes and put a hand in front of my eye. “My God …”
“God is kind of busy right now,” he says, stepping towards me. “But I’m here if you need something.”
I roll my eyes but force myself to look the other way. Too bad my hand has fingers and they can’t help split apart to catch a glimpse of that handsome body and that—Oh my god did I really have that inside me—thing.
He grabs a black turtleneck draped over his chair and throws it on, which is a curious thing to do if you ask me, when you don’t even have underwear on. But I don’t think that’s a coincidence. In fact, I’m more inclined to believe he’s giving me a piece of my own medicine.
“It’s not forbidden to look, you know,” he says with a smug smile on his face. “You’ve done it plenty of times before.”
Now I really can’t stop the redness from overtaking my face.
“Principles,” I mutter. “And would you please put something on?”
He suddenly grabs my hand and lowers it. I hadn’t realized he was already this close to me. “Now why would I do that?”
“Because it’s cold,” I hiss. I don’t care if it’s cold, I just know that I’m getting way too hot and that needs to stop.
“Oh, I’m not cold … far from it, in fact,” he jokes, but the rolling sound his voice makes at the end pushes all my buttons. “I think it’s because you can’t stop looking.”
The dirty, full-on smirk that follows makes me want to slap it off his face.
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he's a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
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A moment of passion leads to an unexpected union...
Melissa Harding has veered on the side of caution, always keeping her past locked up tight. Until one night she decided that she'd let loose. Which came at a cost. Getting pregnant was shocking enough, but marrying the head of the Irish Mafia was worse.
Melissa hopes that she can keep her darkest secrets hidden. But her new husband has other ideas.
Danny Gallagher never had plans on settling down. His family doesn't have a great track record when it comes to marriages. That is until his new bride's secrets start to unravel, Danny realizes that he's finally met his match.
The darkness he has inside burns deep within her.
When enemies start to rise, Danny and Melissa find out just how perfectly matched they really are.
What happens when a traitor has plans to take Danny out?
Will the couple be able to find them before it's too late?
"Danny..." she begins, her voice soft as though she's talking to a child.
"Don't," I say my voice vibrating with concealed anger, I'm trying to keep it in check around her. She's had enough anger in her life she doesn't need it from me. "This isn't about you."
She glares at me, she pushes my hands off of her and I'm shocked by the brute force she uses. She gets to her feet and stands in front of me glaring at me. "Not about me?"
I nod and I hear both Zack and Adam groan, "No, it's about why your brothers stood back and let you kill someone."
"Let me?" She places her hands on her hips and taps her foot against the floor. "Let me?" Her voice rising to a shrill. "Let me educate you, you stupid fucking prick."
I raise a brow, she's pissing me off with the attitude, but fuck, it's a sight to behold. "Watch it," I warn her, she needs to learn that there's a time and place for her to stand her ground against me and right now isn't it.
"No." She juts out her chin. "You listen to me right now Danny Gallagher. I am your wife, not your motherfucking slave. I'm no lap dog. I'll do whatever the fuck I want and that's the way it's going to be until you can learn to be a human and not act as though you own me."
I take a deep breath as I pinch the bridge of my nose. God, she's testing my patience. "I never said you were a slave and if I wanted a dog, I'd fucking get one." Why, oh why did I end up with a crazy one? "Lis, you are my wife, but you have to realize that I am a Boss, that means when we have company you bite your tongue until we're alone."
"He's right, sis, you can't keep challenging him," Zack says, shocking me, I didn't think he would agree.
She turns her icy glare to him and I'm fucking relieved that I'm not the only one that's about to feel her wrath. "Challenging him? That's not what I'm doing. He thinks that I'm a vulnerable child that needs to be protected. I've been looking after myself for years and I don't need a jumped up prat thinking that just because he's the Boss that he can decide what's best for me."
Jumped up prat.
Well that's something I've never been called before.
My lips twitch, "Lis. Calm down," I tell her, hoping that she'll stop spitting fire and we can talk.
"Oh fuck," Zack mutters. "Wrong thing to say."
"Calm down?" She raises one of her perfectly shaped brows and crosses her arms over her chest, the hem of my t-shirt rising slightly with the movement showcasing her creamy thighs which makes my dick start to rise. "This is me calm."
I can't help but chuckle, "This is you calm?"
She nods vigorously, "You don't see me throwing anything at you. Do you?"
I groan, she's one of them. Violent and volatile. "Great," I mumble, just what I fucking need.
Brooke is a Londoner born and raised. She lives with her husband and their daughter. She’s a foul mouthed, dirty minded weirdo. An introvert and would rather spend the night in front of the fire reading, rather than going out and partying.
Isabel Adamik made me need her. She made me crave her in a way I’d never seen coming. With tempting innocence tinged by that hint of darkness under her skin, she showed me everything I’d never dared to dream mi princesa could possess.
A Queen for the devil himself.
Nothing exists but the overwhelming need to make her mine in every way. To sear myself into her skin until she admits she loves me.
Isa
Some loves are worth killing for.
I fell in love with the devil, and he stripped away everything I thought I knew about myself. With beautiful lies and clever manipulation, he showed me a version of the world that seemed too good to be true.
Because it was.
He’s determined to possess me in every way. To strip down my defenses until there’s no part of me he doesn’t know. But sometimes...
Secrets are better left in the dark.
Until Forever Ends is the second book in the Beauty in Lies series and ends on a cliffhanger. This is a DARK mafia romance and contains graphic violence, mature content, and elements that may be triggering. Please read at your own discretion.
I stepped up to the side of the daybed, staring at her profile as she gazed at the water. Her eyes were half-closed, as if the exhaustion of holding one position for so long threatened to put her to sleep then and there. "Come to bed, mi princesa," I murmured.
Her gaze never left the water, but the miniscule twitch of her body confirmed she'd heard the words. That even when she'd withdrawn, I could reach her. "Isa," I said, waiting to see if she would look at me. When she didn't, I stepped around the daybed and directly into her vision. "Come." I held out a hand for her, and she shifted her gaze down to it.
There was a moment of recognition in her eyes as she remembered all the other times I'd asked for her consent in the same way. As she realized they'd all been a ploy, because she'd never had a choice.
Her life had become mine the moment I laid eyes on her.
Her lips were dry as she turned her stare up to mine, a glare in it as they met mine in fierce challenge. I watched the moment mi princesa died on the pyre, her innocence lost as the last pieces of my deception snapped into place.
Mi reina was born from the ashes, her face twisted in fury as she uncurled her legs from her body and slid along the mattress. The night before, Isa would have fled off the other side of the bed. She'd have craved the distance between us.
Instead, she welcomed my darkness, meeting it with her own as storms swirled inside her green gaze.
"I hate you," she whispered, sliding off the edge of the daybed to stand before me. With the defiance in her face, I almost didn't doubt the words.
But that pulsing attraction between us couldn't be denied, no matter what words her mouth formed. I knew the truth that tormented her twisted little soul.
"Such a pretty lie," I murmured, stepping closer. Her breasts grazed against my chest as she drew in a deep, steadying breath. "You love me, and you fucking hate yourself for it," I said, lifting a hand to touch her face. I wanted to bottle her anger, to remember the fierce look in her eyes as she proved that everything I saw in her hovered just beneath the surface.
She'd always been one break away from unleashing her darkness on the world.
She slapped my hand away before I could touch her, the crack of her hand against mine echoing through the silence around us. "Don't fucking touch me," she growled. There was no fear in her face, no moment of recognition where she realized I'd killed people for less. I lifted my hand to stare at the pink skin where she'd struck me in surprise, before turning a smirk back her way.
"You shouldn't have done that, mi reina," I purred, tilting my head to the side as a sick smile transformed my face.
"Sorry to disappoint the great El Diablo," she said mockingly. "But I don't live to please you." She planted her hands on my chest, shoving me away from her hard enough that I stumbled in a moment of shock. She spun away from me, moving to walk back toward the house and leave me staring after her in the night.
I stepped forward, snatching her arm up in a tight grip. She twisted it and slapped me away again, glaring at me as if she could tempt me into her trap.
But she already owned me, and Isa was slowly realizing the depths of my obsession.
Adelaide fell in love with books at a young age and quickly discovered her love for writing soon after. Since then, she’s become a self-professed plot hoarder of over 300 book concepts.
After receiving her degree in Psychology, Adelaide went on to work in a therapeutic riding facility. When her daughter was born, Adelaide traded out her boots to be a stay-at-home mom. In 2019, she added author to those job duties after a lifetime of dreaming about it.
She lives in New York with her husband, two children, and their dog and cat who all make up the center of her world.
