Amazeballs Book Addicts: DUAL COVER REVEAL & RELEASE BLITZ for EL PECADOR (BOOK 2) & LOST BOY by M. Robinson

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

DUAL COVER REVEAL & RELEASE BLITZ for EL PECADOR (BOOK 2) & LOST BOY by M. Robinson

DUAL COVER REVEAL & RELEASE BLITZ

COVER REVEAL: EL PECADOR (BOOK 2) & LOST BOY (STANDALONE)

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON

COVER MODELS: ENRICO RAVENNA & STEPHEN JAMES

COVER DESIGN: THE FINAL WRAP

EL PECADOR (BOOK 2) IS LIVE!
THE DUET IS COMPLETE!

So here you are…

Turning the pages, opening the next chapters of my life—wanting to know the next truths of my sins. As if the first half of my life wasn’t enough.

You. Need. More.

You want my redemption.

My heart. My soul.

Your happily ever after…

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 fucking dare you.

You just might not like the answer.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

LOST BOY (STANDALONE)- COMING JULY 24^TH, 2018

PRE-ORDER TODAY!
(GET IT FIRST & DON’T PAY TILL RELEASE DAY!)

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IT’S LIVE &
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*EL SANTO (BOOK 1) MUST BE READ FIRST*

She 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.

My heart broke.

My fingers twitched.

And tears threatened to surface.

However, I 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.

She laid 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.

So goddamn breathtaking.

So fucking mine…

I leaned 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.