El Pecador by M. Robinson- Blog Tour with Review & Giveaway

5/12/2018

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EL PECADOR BLOG TOUR

FROM USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON

COVER MODEL: ENRICO RAVENNA

COVER DESIGN: THE FINAL WRAP

Book two of a two book series. El Santo (Book one) available now.

FROM USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON

So here you areâ€¦

Turning the pages, opening the next chapters of my lifeâ€”wanting to know the next truths of my sins. As if the first half of my life wasnâ€™t enough.

You. Need. More.

You want my redemption.

My heart. My soul.

Your happily ever afterâ€¦

You. Want. Answers.

And I will grant you the very first one youâ€™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.

Donâ€™t say I didnâ€™t warn you.

4 Star Review by Ashley

Dark. Shocking. Intense. Sexy. Dangerous. Gritty. Heart racing. Jaw dropping. El Pecador was so much more than I was expecting. M. Robinson pulled out all of the stops writing this one and I could not put it down.

I loved how fiercely Damien loved Amira. Despite time and distance and circumstance she was the one thing that made his heart beat. And when the most unexpected twist of fate brought them back together after years apart, it was a train wreck.

Amira wasn't the young, naive girl that doted all over Damien. She was all woman and her own boss. She lived by her own set of rules and refused to bend to anyone, even Damien. My heart was aching with every new facet of their lives that was revealed. There was so much on the line for both of them and any tiny mistake could cost them their lives.

Holy twist after turn. Especially in the last quarter of the book. There was so much going on that from time to time, my head was struggling to keep up with my emotions. I felt it all while reading El Pecador. I soared, I crashed, I rose again, I got weepy (maybe more than once), I giggled, I fanned myself and I sighed. All that being said, nothing else would've worked for Amira and Damien. Was their story hard? Yes. Was their fight (often times with each other) worth it? Without a doubt.

She couldnâ€™t take it anymore and started pushing me to get free from my grasp. â€œStop! I hate you, Damien! Do you hear me? I fucking hate you!â€ 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 wouldnâ€™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, sheâ€™d never looked so fucking beautiful.

So goddamn breathtaking.

So fucking mineâ€¦

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 didnâ€™t, for all the times I couldnâ€™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.