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Sunday, August 12, 2018
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Sunday, January 21, 2018
A SURPRISE YOU WON'T WANT TO MISS!
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Wednesday, January 3, 2018
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Must-read indie romances: ‘El Santo,’ ‘The Plan’ and ‘The British Knight’
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Tuesday, January 2, 2018
NEVER SEEN BEFORE!
🌟HAPPY NEW YEARS🌟
Damien & Amira never before seen NYE scene : #ElSanto #ElPecador
I walked into Rosarío's house fifteen minutes before the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve. She was throwing her annual party to ring in the new year, surrounded by all her friends who were more like family. I’d known them probably as long as I’d known Rosarío, but I wasn’t there for them. I made my way through the crowd of people who were dancing around the room, celebrating the impending arrival of another year. They were laughing and cheering, counting down the minutes exactly how I was, but for entirely different reasons. I tried to be discreet and go undetected as I eagerly made my way to the back of the house. Though it didn’t take long for me to find her, I knew exactly where she’d be. The second I stepped foot out into the backyard I jerked back, caught off guard by how beautifully grown up she looked under the pale moonlight.
“Jesus, Muñeca! What the fuck are you wearing?” I blurted, causing her to abruptly turn around and look at me.
“Damien,” she smiled, immediately peering down at the ground. Wiping away a tear, hoping it would go unnoticed. Fully aware that I always noticed everything.
Especially when it came to her.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had to work.”
“I’m here for you,” I simply stated the truth, not realizing what that could have meant to an almost fifteen-year-old girl.
There was sadness in her eyes as she replied, “Mama Rosa bought me this dress today. You don’t like it?”
I inadvertently eyed her up and down, taking in the young woman standing in front of me. No longer the little girl I once saved. “No, Amira, I don’t. Where has the time gone?” I asked, thinking out loud. Nodding to her, I added, “Why are you crying?”
She locked eyes with me. “Couldn’t just let that go, huh?”
“Do I ever?”
She chuckled, turning back around to look at her Mariposa garden. “We walked passed a doll store today while we were shopping. I saw my doll Yuly in the window, along with the price tag on her wrist.” She wrapped her arms around her torso as I watched the way her white dress flowed in the soft breeze of the night. “I was too young to realize it back then, but we were poor, Damien. There’s no way my father could afford that doll.”
I took a deep breath, knowing where she was going with this.
“He stole it for me because he knew how much I wanted a doll and now, here I am almost six years later and I have an arsenal of them… because of you.” When she turned to face me again I was standing right behind her, instinctively placing my jacket on her shoulders. Providing her with any comfort I could before I wiped away another one of her tears.
I grabbed her chin to look at me. “And here we are, Muñeca. Almost six years ago I had no one and now I have you. Let’s count the small blessings that we do have, eh?”
“Ten, nine, eight, seven,” we overhead the party inside chanting until they screamed out, “One!”
I touched the end of her nose. “Happy New Year, Amira.”
She didn’t hesitate, throwing her arms around me and repeating, “Happy New Year, Damien." Except she added, "I love you.”
“Jesus, Muñeca! What the fuck are you wearing?” I blurted, causing her to abruptly turn around and look at me.
“Damien,” she smiled, immediately peering down at the ground. Wiping away a tear, hoping it would go unnoticed. Fully aware that I always noticed everything.
Especially when it came to her.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had to work.”
“I’m here for you,” I simply stated the truth, not realizing what that could have meant to an almost fifteen-year-old girl.
There was sadness in her eyes as she replied, “Mama Rosa bought me this dress today. You don’t like it?”
I inadvertently eyed her up and down, taking in the young woman standing in front of me. No longer the little girl I once saved. “No, Amira, I don’t. Where has the time gone?” I asked, thinking out loud. Nodding to her, I added, “Why are you crying?”
She locked eyes with me. “Couldn’t just let that go, huh?”
“Do I ever?”
She chuckled, turning back around to look at her Mariposa garden. “We walked passed a doll store today while we were shopping. I saw my doll Yuly in the window, along with the price tag on her wrist.” She wrapped her arms around her torso as I watched the way her white dress flowed in the soft breeze of the night. “I was too young to realize it back then, but we were poor, Damien. There’s no way my father could afford that doll.”
I took a deep breath, knowing where she was going with this.
“He stole it for me because he knew how much I wanted a doll and now, here I am almost six years later and I have an arsenal of them… because of you.” When she turned to face me again I was standing right behind her, instinctively placing my jacket on her shoulders. Providing her with any comfort I could before I wiped away another one of her tears.
I grabbed her chin to look at me. “And here we are, Muñeca. Almost six years ago I had no one and now I have you. Let’s count the small blessings that we do have, eh?”
“Ten, nine, eight, seven,” we overhead the party inside chanting until they screamed out, “One!”
I touched the end of her nose. “Happy New Year, Amira.”
She didn’t hesitate, throwing her arms around me and repeating, “Happy New Year, Damien." Except she added, "I love you.”
Saturday, November 25, 2017
NEW RELEASE EL SANTO 99C LIMITED TIME: Get ready for El Pecador-Releasing January 2018
🌟NEW RELEASE EL SANTO 99C LIMITED TIME: Get ready for El Pecador-Releasing January 2018🌟
I’m going to tell you a story.
It’s dark.
It’s brutal.
It’s real.
In order to understand my present, who I am, and what I’ve become…
You need to understand my past.
Evil doesn’t always hide in the shadows, in the darkness. Most of the time, it’s out in the open, in plain sight. Possessing the man you’d least expect. You see, I never imagined another life until I made one for myself. By that time, I was too far-gone, engulfed in nothing but pitch black darkness. Exactly the way it was meant to be.
No one could touch me.
No one messed with me.
I. Was. Invincible.
Nothing more…
Nothing less.
When I dreamed of true love—of soul mates, my other half, of her—the cruelty of my life would snap me back into my reality, making it just that, a dream. One that could easily turn into a nightmare.
My worst nightmare.
Every memory, the good, the bad, the in between. All the I love yous, every last I hate you, her heart and soul that I’d broken, shattered and destroyed along the years belonged to me.
Her pleasure.
Her pain.
It was all a part of me, carved so deep into my skin where she would forever be engraved. My story is going to make you hate me as much as she does, but I want you to.
I’m not looking for redemption.
I’m not looking for your forgiveness.
I don’t deserve yours like I don’t deserve hers.
I’m far from the hero in this story.
I’m closer to the villain.
You will think of me as the villain.
Except, I’m far worse.
I’m the monster.
And, I’m perfectly alright with that.
It’s dark.
It’s brutal.
It’s real.
In order to understand my present, who I am, and what I’ve become…
You need to understand my past.
Evil doesn’t always hide in the shadows, in the darkness. Most of the time, it’s out in the open, in plain sight. Possessing the man you’d least expect. You see, I never imagined another life until I made one for myself. By that time, I was too far-gone, engulfed in nothing but pitch black darkness. Exactly the way it was meant to be.
No one could touch me.
No one messed with me.
I. Was. Invincible.
Nothing more…
Nothing less.
When I dreamed of true love—of soul mates, my other half, of her—the cruelty of my life would snap me back into my reality, making it just that, a dream. One that could easily turn into a nightmare.
My worst nightmare.
Every memory, the good, the bad, the in between. All the I love yous, every last I hate you, her heart and soul that I’d broken, shattered and destroyed along the years belonged to me.
Her pleasure.
Her pain.
It was all a part of me, carved so deep into my skin where she would forever be engraved. My story is going to make you hate me as much as she does, but I want you to.
I’m not looking for redemption.
I’m not looking for your forgiveness.
I don’t deserve yours like I don’t deserve hers.
I’m far from the hero in this story.
I’m closer to the villain.
You will think of me as the villain.
Except, I’m far worse.
I’m the monster.
And, I’m perfectly alright with that.
I dare you to try to love me…
Like she did and probably still does.
Like she did and probably still does.
Don’t say, I didn’t warn you.
Copyright of Author M. Robinson 2017
FROM USA TODAY Bestselling Author M. Robinson
Saturday, November 18, 2017
EL SANTO BLOG TOUR!
EL SANTO BLOG TOUR
FROM USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON
I didn’t know darkness and evil lurked inside me until I had to murder in order to survive. Forced to become my own worst enemy. With so much blood on my hands, I was surprised I could still see my own skin.
I killed.
I tortured.
I loved…
I played God while I was rotting in Hell. Thriving on control and power was the only way I knew how to live. There were no other options.
If you weren’t my friend, you were my foe.
If you weren’t with me, you were against me.
Traitors, as I called them. There were no imaginary lines. I’d crossed them all. No boundaries. No second chances. No redemption.
Not for me.
For them.
For anyone.
Only for her…
She loved me. Always convinced I was a saint, never believing I was just another sinner.
A fucking monster.
It. Chose. Me.
USA Today Bestselling Author of El Santo, Ends Here, Keeping Her Wet, 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. All time favorite books are The Bronze Horseman Trilogy by Paullina Simons.
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German shepherd mixes, a Wheaten Terrier and a Tabby cat.
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Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Friday, November 10, 2017
SIX. MORE. DAYS.
SIX. MORE. DAYS.
The control.
The power.
The sins of it all.
Were just as addicting as they were afflicting.
#ElSanto
AMAZON US / AMAZON UK / AMAZON CA / AMAZON AU
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The control.
The power.
The sins of it all.
Were just as addicting as they were afflicting.
#ElSanto
AMAZON US / AMAZON UK / AMAZON CA / AMAZON AU
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Thank you Emma Louise for the teaser!! <3
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
★EL SANTO OFFICIAL BOOK TRAILER ★
★EL SANTO OFFICIAL BOOK TRAILER ★
I killed.
I tortured.
I loved.
I played God while I was rotting in Hell.
If you weren't my friend, you were my foe.
If you weren't with me, you were against me.
Traitors, as I called them.
But no matter what, she always loved me.
Except, I didn't chose this life.
I tortured.
I loved.
I played God while I was rotting in Hell.
If you weren't my friend, you were my foe.
If you weren't with me, you were against me.
Traitors, as I called them.
But no matter what, she always loved me.
Except, I didn't chose this life.
It. Chose. Me.
From USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson
Trailer made by Nita Banks 
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❤Enrico Ravenna
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
TEASER TUESDAY ON A WEDNESDAY!!!
When he looked at me from across the room, I couldn’t look away. But I also couldn’t look at him.
It hurt too much.
My heart immediately tightened to the point of crippling pain. As if he was physically holding it in the palm of his hand like he always had. Squeezing it so damn hard, over and over again.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t move.
I was frozen in place.
Powerless.
Restrained.
Guarded…
Mostly because I was scared of what could happen, and terrified...
It hurt too much.
My heart immediately tightened to the point of crippling pain. As if he was physically holding it in the palm of his hand like he always had. Squeezing it so damn hard, over and over again.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t move.
I was frozen in place.
Powerless.
Restrained.
Guarded…
Mostly because I was scared of what could happen, and terrified...
Of what couldn’t.
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Tuesday, September 26, 2017
TEASER TUESDAY #ELSanto #Excerpt
"No one has ever looked at me the way you do," she breathed out. Her head fell to the side of the bed, a soft moan escaped her pouty lips.
"No one has ever loved you the way I do," I paused, letting my eyes roam her perfect fucking body as I made my way down to where I wanted to be the most.
Her pussy.
Taking my time, savoring the taste of her heated skin against my lips and unshaved face. Inch by inch, making her pant beneath me as she anticipated every kiss, lick, and bite the further I went down on her. Until I was finally in between her legs, earning me another moan. In one swift movement I roughly gripped her hips, plunging my tongue into her pussy, needing to fucking taste her. Causing her back to arch off the white linen sheets, pushing her cunt deeper onto my tongue.
“Damien…” she purred.
I glided my tongue up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth. Giving her pussy a soft kiss before I peered up at her through devious eyes.
“You like when I fuck you with my tongue, muñeca?" I baited in a husty yet demanding tone. “Te voy a singar con mi lengua hasta que te vengas tanto que se te olvide tu nombre y solo recuerdes el mio,” I added, “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come so hard that you forget your name and only remember mine.” Continuing my assault, not letting up on my sweet torture.
I spoke with conviction, “Tonight I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine.”
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"No one has ever loved you the way I do," I paused, letting my eyes roam her perfect fucking body as I made my way down to where I wanted to be the most.
Her pussy.
Taking my time, savoring the taste of her heated skin against my lips and unshaved face. Inch by inch, making her pant beneath me as she anticipated every kiss, lick, and bite the further I went down on her. Until I was finally in between her legs, earning me another moan. In one swift movement I roughly gripped her hips, plunging my tongue into her pussy, needing to fucking taste her. Causing her back to arch off the white linen sheets, pushing her cunt deeper onto my tongue.
“Damien…” she purred.
I glided my tongue up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth. Giving her pussy a soft kiss before I peered up at her through devious eyes.
“You like when I fuck you with my tongue, muñeca?" I baited in a husty yet demanding tone. “Te voy a singar con mi lengua hasta que te vengas tanto que se te olvide tu nombre y solo recuerdes el mio,” I added, “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come so hard that you forget your name and only remember mine.” Continuing my assault, not letting up on my sweet torture.
I spoke with conviction, “Tonight I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine.”
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Wednesday, September 6, 2017
HUGE ANNOUNCEMENTS!!! Psst... One involves Stephen James!!!
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TEASER TUESDAY EL SANTO
#TeaserTuesday #ElSanto I want your thoughts!
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he seethed with nothing but pain in his eyes.
“I have given you everything!”
“You’ve given me your pussy,” he sneered, cocking his head to the side. “And you give that to everyone.”
“I have given you everything!”
“You’ve given me your pussy,” he sneered, cocking his head to the side. “And you give that to everyone.”
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