Title: Fierce
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: January 27th 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance
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Synopsis
Fight for your dreams. Fight for your
life. Fight for love.
Nerdy
girl Autumn Blakewood is the prime example of a goody 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 ...
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Excerpt
Suddenly, a shadow is cast over the pages of my novel. The sun is
blocked by something … or someone.
As I peer up with furrowed brows, I see it’s Hunter, and my annoyed look
turns into a cheerful smile.
My eyes light up the moment I see him. He’s towering above me, wearing
ragged pants and a flimsy tank top, which barely covers his broad chest. I gulp
at the sight, especially because his black jacket makes him look so tough.
He’s like a motorcycle rider, only he isn’t. He just looks like one.
Hunter goes to his knees and snatches away my book.
“Hey!” I snap. “I was reading that.”
“Yeah, ‘was.’ And now you’re not.” He holds out his other hand. “Get
up.”
I grab his hand, and the moment my fingers touch his it sends electrical
shocks through my entire body. He’s so strong, he can lift me in one go without
my help. My boobs bounce from the way he jerks me up, and I see his eyes flick
to them for only a fraction of a second.
I gulp, and a flush spreads across my face as I pull my shirt up higher.
“What’s this for?” I say.
“Time for some training.” He leans forward, grabs the blanket, and folds
it up.
“What, now?”
“Yes, now. My classes are finished, and by the looks of it so are yours.
We don’t have much time, so let’s make the best use of it.”
“B-but I have to study and―”
“But, but, but,” he mocks, making a pouty face. “If you wanna learn how
to defend yourself, you gotta put in the effort.”
I frown. “I was busy. You think I’m just going to adjust to your
schedule?”
“You can read a book anytime you want. I can’t do this with you anytime
I want. If I could, I would, trust me,” he grunts with a thick voice that makes
me shiver.
My pupils dilate when he says that, and my core heats up. Damn, why does
he always do those things? And why do I find it so goddamn attractive?
He steps back a little, putting on a cocky smile as he throws my … his
book in the grass. Then he throws the blanket on top of it. Grinning, he takes
off his jacket. The lines of his muscles show clearly through the thin fabric
of his tank top, and my heart is already beating in my throat just seeing it.
His biceps bulge and for a second I think he’s flexing them.
“C’mon,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “I’m ready for you.”
One of my eyebrows lifts up. “What? In these clothes? I’m not dressed
for sparring.”
He snorts. “You won’t be dressed for it when they attack you again
either. Now c’mon.” He signals to me with his fingers, lifting his eyebrow only
a little to taunt me.
I take a deep breath and place my hands on my waist. He’s gawking at me
from a distance, bending through his knees like a professional wrestler. If the
look on his face wasn’t so goddamn sexy, I would’ve shaken my head and walked
away, but I can’t.
For some reason I’d love nothing more than to tussle with him.
“Well? Are you going to come at me or what?” he says.
Swallowing, I fling my arms and legs to shake some life into them after
sitting for so long. I take a deep breath and a good look at him. His tan
muscles are already primed, ready to go. He looks like a football player
waiting for the ball to be thrown into his hands so he can race off.
“Don’t make me wait … I hate it when girls make me wait.”
I chuckle. “Oh, really? What then? Are you going to kick a wall again or
something?”
He muffles a low laugh. “I’ll come after you myself if I have to. And
things get rough with me pretty fast.”
There’s some sexual innuendo in there, I’m sure of it. The way he groans
makes me want to bite my lip. God, he’s so hot.
Goddammit, I have to stop thinking like that.
No way a guy like him would ever fall for a nerd. He could pick any girl
he wants. Who’d want to pick me?
Clearing my throat, I say, “Okay. Here I come.”
After taking a quick breath I bolt toward him. I put all my strength
into it, but he still manages to stay upright as I crash into him. He’s like a
rock in the ocean, forever unbreakable, and I’m the fish slapping up against
it.
I try to tackle him, but instead I’m the one falling on my ass.
“Ouch!”
He laughs, so loud it makes me feel embarrassed. Everyone can hear him.
“Why are you announcing you’re going to attack? That’s like playing
right into my hands,” he says, and he holds out his hand.
I grapple him and try to pull him down, but he remains as balanced as
ever. Shaking the finger on his free hand, he says, “You think it’s that easy
to bring me down?”
“I’ll make it happen. Eventually.”
He chuckles. “I like your spunk.” He takes a few steps back. “Try
again.”
I clean the dirt from my legs and bite on my cheek while thinking about
a tactic. If I could only get him to move, then I could take him down. I
thought he was going to teach me something, but instead I’m charging into him.
Not my idea of learning self-defense.
“C’mon. I can take you, Leafy,” he says, biting his lip.
That name he has for me … God, I hate it. Why can’t he just call me by
my real name?
I’ve had enough of his provocations. Maybe I’ll just kick him in the
balls instead. That’ll show him not to mess with me.
I know it’s below the belt. Literally. But at least I can try to win
this way.
God, I’ve changed, too.
I charge forward without warning this time. As I lift my knee he
deflects my leg by pushing it down with his free hand. With the other, he grabs
my lower arm.
“You’re getting dirty.” He squeezes my wrist, hard, and makes it
impossible for me to escape. “I like it,” he murmurs.
With clenched teeth I fight to get loose, but he won’t release me.
“Put a little effort into it,” he says. “Nobody’s going to be nice for
you. I’m not either.”
I slam his arm with my free hand, but he still won’t let me go. It’s like
he doesn’t feel anything. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Damn, is he some kind of brick wall?
He chuckles. “C’mon, hit me.” At first it sounds like he’s pushing me,
but after a while it becomes plain mean. “Hit me!”
“I’m trying!”
“You’re a wuss. A boneless nerd. You can’t fend for yourself. Can’t live
in the real world. Not even one day.”
“Shut up!” I gather all my strength and punch him so hard in the gut his
stomach retracts, and he takes one step back. His grip on my wrist loosens, and
I jerk myself free.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I say, my eyes welling up with tears
again. “You’re being an asshole, and you know it.”
“Damn, that was a good jab,” he grunts.
“Who cares? You’re a bully.”
He laughs and steps forward. When I try to hit him again, he grabs both
my wrists and comes to a halt right in my face. “I’m helping you.”
“Helping me? You’re insulting me, belittling me, and making me feel like
a pile of crap.”
“And those guys didn’t?”
“What do they have to do with it?” I snap.
I try to jerk my wrists free, but he won’t let me go.
“Anger helps you fight. It fuels you.” His lips quirk up into a devilish
smile. “Guess this is your first time finding out about the power of rage.”
“Whatever.”
“C’mon. You know I didn’t mean any of it. It’s just to get you worked
up.”
“Let me go,” I hiss.
“Make me,” he says jokingly.
I’m so pissed, I kick him against the shin so hard I think I’m going to
snap bones.
Instead, I break his stance, and he slips. I see him tumble down to the
ground, but not before he grabs my leg and pulls me with him.
I squeal as I land right on top of him.
I’m staring into his face, my body resting on his body.
Oh. My. God. I can’t believe this.
I think my heart has stopped beating, because all I hear is his
breathing. My body tenses up, feeling his skin against mine. I want nothing
more than to press my body closer to his.
His chest moves against mine each time he inhales, and these few seconds
feel like an eternity.
His hand lifts. When it reaches the top of my head, I swear I’ll fall to
pieces right here, on top of him.
Something tickles, and then he retreats. In his hand is a leaf, which
was probably stuck in my hair. He releases it and lets it drift away with the
wind. Then he stares at me, his eyes suddenly showing a little hesitance. His
lips are parted and perky, and all I want is to press mine against his.
And then smack him again.
He’s breathing against my chin, and I feel my groin heat up. I’m getting
all wired up because of him.
Shit.
FIERCE Playlist
"Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls
"Skyscraper" by Demi Lovato
"Wonderwall" by Oasis
"The Reason" by Hoobastank
"The Fighter" by Gym Class Heroes ft.
Ryan Tedder
"Uprising" by Muse
"Supermassive Black Hole" by Muse
"Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons
"Demons" by Imagine Dragons
"Holding on and letting go" by Ross
Copperman
"Hold Me Now" by Red
"All I Ever Wanted" by John Tyree
"Wherever You Will Go" by The Calling
My Review: 4 stars
This book took me by surprise. It wasn't all about physical fighting. Although there was that involved as well. Autumn is a college freshman learning about being on her own and taking care of herself. The day she arrives she meets the handsome, grey eyed Hunter. He finds her bracelet after watching her walk across campus to the dorms and returns it to her. This was a good story, kept me involved, wanting to know why Hunter was doing what he did. Also to find out how things went between Hunter and Autumn. I liked that Hunter pulled Autumn out of her shell and that she stood up to him, questioned him, fought for him and with him. And he did the same for her. Autumn also learned to care for Hunter, in more ways than one. She patched him up after he rescued her, and she lost her heart to him not knowing if he felt the same. Hoping that he did. There were some surprising twists and turns that just made you go, oh damn! But the biggest was really the last one, I knew something was up, but wasn't quite sure what. That was kind of an oh shit moment, because several things could have happened. Luckily, things turned out the way they did, and then Hunter was able to tell Autumn everything. And yes, they were fierce, together.
Bio
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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