SIN by Elena M. Reyes: Release Blitz + Excerpt + Giveaway + Review

Title: SIN

Author: Elena M.Reyes

Cover Artist: Black Widow Designs

Release Date: April 29th, 2019

Genre: Suspense/Contemporary Romance

Review Source: Enticing Journey Book Promotions

 I am both heaven and hell. Sin and pleasure.

The Devil she never sees coming…

Everyone knows that Malcolm Asher owns Chicago. Nothing—not a single move is made in my city without my authorization. I’m ruthless. Conniving. Worshipped by those around me, and yet, it means nothing the moment my eyes meet hers…

 Clear blue and innocent, the delicate doll on this stage holds me captive against my will. She’s decadence personified—a corruptible angel I want to own.

I’m hard for her.

Starving for a taste.

 Eager for her to feel me.

This little girl has no idea of the danger she’s in within my presence. How I will make her crave the darkness I control.

How I will make her…Mine.

Wow! I loved this book!!! From the FIRST page!! I don’t normally love starting a new book. I still (hopefully) have a book hangover from the last one and starting again isn’t my favorite. But every once in a while, you get a book that starts off from page one, sentence one! This is one of those books!

The danger. The severely messed up ALPHA male and the female that is sweet and innocent. But also, incredibly strong and determined. When that mix collides it’s extremely entertaining!

Being the boss of the bank - like the worlds bank - and also cleaning lots of dirty money is going to give you some enemies. It’s also going to make people try to be you. Take your place. You always have to watch your back. And now that your little “Twirl” is in the mix - there’s nothing you won’t do to keep her and keep her safe.

An amazingly well written book. The characters jump off the pages. The story is exciting, entertaining and HOT!!

Very Highly Recommend!!  

 TWIRL ENTERS THE ROOM five minutes before our time is set to begin. It’s Friday night, and I need her, my body’s wound tight from denying myself the pleasure of her touch. From only watching her through a small screen or sitting beside her a few hours at night when she’s sleeping inside that tiny bedroom.

For her I’ve gone from voyeur to stalker, and I’m not the least bit ashamed.

And knowing what I do now, my killing of her family is a gift to humanity. They deserve the worst. Will receive a punishment befitting the crime.

“I can do this,” she whispers then, pulling my attention back to her. For tonight, I vow to focus and make this solely about her. Give her something no one has ever before.

A choice.

London is stunningly beautiful; her steps slow while making her way toward the stereo and picking up the remote. That’s when she notices the piece of paper there. A small note asking her to follow my instructions:

Hit play.

 Face the wall.

Close your eyes.

Count to ten.

Fuck, I’ve missed her.

Miss her looking at me with sweet and curious eyes. Miss seeing the want reflecting back at me.

Her breathing escalates, and the remote in her hand slips to the floor as a shiver runs up her spine. This between us is palpable—an unstoppable force we can’t control.

Can’t deny no matter how much I know she’s fighting it. Hearing her tonight while she spoke to the girls through a speaker inside Liam’s office only confirmed what I already know…

Twirl is afraid.

Too pure for this son of a bitch that will break down every one of her walls. The more I see—learn about her—the stronger my urges become. The more the idea of us cements itself in my head.

“I’m going insane,” she whispers to herself, oblivious to my presence within the room. Just how I want it. I’m hiding in the shadows. Nothing except her stage is lit up while I watch and sip from my drink. “Why am I letting him get to me?”

Because you want me. Because I’m as under your skin as you are under mine.

Twirl stretches her neck from side to side, shaking her limbs out to expel the tension. It’s a waste of time; we’re meant to explode. To burn hotter than the motherfucking sun each time we come together.

It takes her a few minutes, but London bends at the waist to pick up the small control. The little dress; a flirty light yellow number with a sweetheart neckline and short hem rides up, giving me a peak of the silk panties underneath. The ones that carry my initials at the upper right hand corner.

A guttural growl builds in my chest at the sight, but I fight it. Swallow my desire while palming my hard-as-steel cock, the thin dress pants doing little to contain the visible bulge—the throbbing against the metal zipper.

I want to fuck her. Own her.

Bury myself so deep within her pussy that she’ll feel me for days after. Ride her so hard that the imprint of my dick will forever be etched into her walls. Mine will be the only cock she’ll ever know. Ever want.

Closing my eyes, I take in a deep inhale. Try to regain composure when the music begins. A slow and sensual beat meant to entice the senses. That blatantly expresses my desires.

The hunger to taste every single inch of her.

 My eyes snap open as the first riffs rent the air. I wait for her next move.

Her acceptance.

London takes her time, and I am in no rush.

I count down the seconds until I see her turn and give me her back. Another harsh exhale leaves her, arms shaking, and I quietly stand.

Another minute and she tips her face down. I follow her move with one of my own. Then another, and it’s when I’m halfway across the room that I hear her.

“One, two, three…four,” she whispers to herself, and then pauses. London tilts her head as if listening for my entrance. Tsk, tsk, baby. Come on. Finish for me. Holding my position, I wait for her to begin again. Sixty seconds pass, the intro for another song begins, and she gives in. “Five, six, seven…”

Before Twirl can say eight, I’m right behind her, her back to my front, and my hands clench as she whimpers out a shaky nine.

We both need this. To be close. To touch, and before she utters the next number, my lips are at her ear. Kissing the shell, nuzzling her fragrant skin. “Ten.”

“I knew you were here.”  

Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.

As a small child, she was always intrigued by all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth-grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.

Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting characters grow. 

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