Tuesday 8 May 2018

✪ El Pecador (Saint-Sinner#2) ✪ M. Robinson ✪ Blog Tour ✪

So here you are
Turning the pages, opening the next chapters of my lifewanting to know the next truths of my sins. As if the first half of my life wasnt 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 youre dying to know.

Why did I leave her?

So go ahead.
Turn the page.
I dare you.

You just might not like the answer.
Dont say I didnt warn you.

I have been impatiently waiting for El Pecador since the second I finished reading El Santo, and it was worth every second of the wait.

I knew that this book was going to be a rocky ride, but holy heck M. Robinson!

I don't want to give anything away or spoil anything for anyone, but just be prepared.

Be prepared to be shocked.  Be prepared to be angry. Be prepared to be sad.

Be prepared for lots of WTF moments and for the unexpected.

I will say that I had a love/hate relationship with not only Damien, which was expected, but also with Amira.  Her story really did take a turn that I was not expecting - then again, this is a M. Robinson book - I should expect the unexpected by now!

Run, don't walk to get your copy of El Pecador - you need this sinner in your life

She couldnt 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 wouldnt 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, shed 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 didnt, for all the times I couldnt, 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.

USA Today Bestselling Author of El Pecador, El Santo, Ends Here, Road to Nowhere, El Diablo, The Good Ol Boys Standalone Series, The VIP
Trilogy, Tempting Bad, and Two Sides.

M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles,
cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club
and R.L. Stein. 

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing
her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left. 
She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German
Shepherd mixes, a Wheaton, and a Tabby cat.