Published by Self-published Genres: Romantic Suspense
Format: eARC
You want my redemption.
You. Want. Answers.
And I will grant you the very first one you’re dying to know.
Why did I leave her?
So go ahead.
Turn the page.
I dare you.
You just might not like the answer.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
El Pecador is the second book in M. Robinson’s Saint-Sinner Series. You have to rad El Santo or your going to be extremely lost in this book
Good Holy gosh this book!!! It picks up right where El Santo leaves with Damien making it to the U.S. after leaving Amari in Cuba to save her life…especially from him. He has dreams of being the D.A. and you get to watch those dreams come true. And that is about all I can tell you about this book for fear of giving something away. This book is amazing but it will shock you, rip your heart out, and rock you to your very core. I am so into these characters that it was like I was right there with them. So, I am sure you can guess I had a huge freak out in this book. You can ask Stephanie just exactly how dramatic my snapchat at midnight last night was. I was losing my mind. And just when you think your going to lose it your put back together again only to have it all ripped out from under you again. It was so nice too to see characters from previous books in this on. Creed and his brother Noah, Martinez (who by the way still owns my heart). This book is a thrill ride from the beginning to end and an absolutely action packed soul searching love story that you just have to experience on your very own. Once again. M. Robinson has blown my mind, possibly caused me to about lose my mind, made my kindle hit the ground (yes I actually threw the darn thing down not caring if it cracked or not) But most of all it is a beautiful love story of two people who were meant to begin from the second that they laid eyes on each other. This is a must read right along with El Santo. Don’t forget you have to read it first. It is so worth the journey but I am sitting here still reeling from certain events.
couldn’t take it anymore and started pushing me to get free from my grasp.
“Stop! I hate you, Damien! Do you hear me? I fucking hate you!” she yelled over
and over again, aching to make herself and me believe it.
broke.
twitched.
threatened to surface.
wouldn’t let up and just kept caressing her, kissing her, whispering that I
loved her. Battling her hateful words with my loving ones. I could feel she was
reaching her breaking point, as much as she could. Her wrist suddenly slipped
through my grip and she shoved me with so much force that she was able to slap
me across the face. Going full speed to do it again, but I intervened by
grabbing her forearm, pinning her to the blanket. Locking down her petite frame
with my flawed heart and beaten body.
there beneath me, panting profusely, emotionally and physically consumed with
tears cascading down the sides of her face. For a moment, I allowed her to take
my breath away. In my eyes, she’d never looked so fucking beautiful.
breathtaking.
mine…
forward and kissed away all her tears, tasting her nightmares, her memories,
her love and hatred for me. Tenderly kissing my way to her lips while her body
continued to shudder from my intense, overpowering love. Overwhelming her
emotions and overriding her thoughts the way only I could ever do. Before
another second slipped by, I kissed her for all the years I didn’t, for all the
times I couldn’t, for all the moments I so desperately wanted to. Losing myself
in her. Almost like I was trying to kiss the agony and pain I caused right out
of her. Wanting to hold her tormented burdens, inflicted solely by my mistakes
and regrets.
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