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Unseen Heart: Part One by Elena M Reyes
Title: Unseen Heart: Part One
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 6, 2018
Cover Design: Decadent Designs by Dee
Cover Design: Decadent Designs by Dee
Love sucks.
It’s an emotion that can cripple you—make you weak—something that pisses me the hell off each time I see the object of my desires.
It was never my intention to fall in love, but I did, and most of all with her.
She takes over my every waking moment and dominates my free will.
A woman whose world revolves around a man that will never see her as more than his best friend.
We are reliving the same story, yet this time, with a different protagonist.
You meet and fall into lust.
Play that dangerous game of cat and mouse that makes the spoils of victory worth it. You chase and she, the coquettish viper, enthralls you with her every smile. With the sway of her enticing hips while she stupidly follows the impossible: he will never be hers.
I hate her.
I love her.
F*ck you, Ashley.
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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Stolen Kisses by Elena M. Reyes
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotica
Release Date: April 27, 2018
Blurb
Four years of celibacy have turned
Hunter Miles into a predator—a dangerous man. He’s horny. Hard. And coming home
from college, he never expected to find Bailey Jones so tempting.
It’s an instant infatuation.
She’s the one woman he shouldn’t want—his little sister’s best friend. The
last time he saw her she was a knobby-kneed little girl, but what welcomed him
home was all woman—her decadent curves and a flirtatious smile tossed at him
each time they are within arm’s reach.
She’s tempting.
Pushing.
Offering up her body to a man hanging by a very thin thread.
Hunter Miles into a predator—a dangerous man. He’s horny. Hard. And coming home
from college, he never expected to find Bailey Jones so tempting.
It’s an instant infatuation.
She’s the one woman he shouldn’t want—his little sister’s best friend. The
last time he saw her she was a knobby-kneed little girl, but what welcomed him
home was all woman—her decadent curves and a flirtatious smile tossed at him
each time they are within arm’s reach.
She’s tempting.
Pushing.
Offering up her body to a man hanging by a very thin thread.
Fuck the consequences. He wanted her, and she was going to be in his bed by the
end of the week.
end of the week.
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Excerpt
“Why?” It came out harsher than I intended, and immediately
I felt bad. At once, my body lost some of its rigidness.
I felt bad. At once, my body lost some of its rigidness.
Bailey fidgeted, swallowing hard, her hands going to the
edge of her tank top and scrunching the material—twisting it in her tiny hands
while one foot tapped the hardwood beneath her.
edge of her tank top and scrunching the material—twisting it in her tiny hands
while one foot tapped the hardwood beneath her.
She’d changed, and to be honest, I didn’t know which outfit
was more of a danger to my mental stability. My cock was hard at the sight of
her in this simple and sweet sleep set. Wept at the taunting way the material
highlighted every curve I hungered to taste.
was more of a danger to my mental stability. My cock was hard at the sight of
her in this simple and sweet sleep set. Wept at the taunting way the material
highlighted every curve I hungered to taste.
Freed by Elena M. Reyes & N. Isabelle Blanco
Title: Freed
Series: Voyeur #5
Authors: Elena M. Reyes & N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Erotic Thriller/Dark Romance
Release Date: March 23, 2018
Blurb
They wanted this.
To strip us of our humanity. Devolve us back to our most
basic forms.
basic forms.
They used our love for each other as the trigger.
Now, they’ve succeeded. They’ve turned us into something
else.
else.
Into creatures willing to spill all their blood, end all
their lives, in the hopes of finally being freed.
their lives, in the hopes of finally being freed.
Even if we die in our attempt to escape, Noah and I are
determined to take as many of them down with us as we can.
determined to take as many of them down with us as we can.
Before it’s all over, we will all bleed for their sins.
All of us.
WARNING: This story isn't for everyone. Please read with
caution. Contains graphic violence and explicit situations some might find
disturbing. Read at your own risk.
caution. Contains graphic violence and explicit situations some might find
disturbing. Read at your own risk.
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I count the seconds in my head within the darkness. On
sixty-four, the lights come back on.
sixty-four, the lights come back on.
All the calmness disappears in an instant.
“Noah?” Ivy gasps, standing less than fifteen feet from me, where the mirror
was.
was.
Craving Sugar by Elena M. Reyes
Title: Craving Sugar
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 27, 2017
Blurb
Earn extra
cash by becoming a high-class companion.
cash by becoming a high-class companion.
Travel,
eat, and have your every expense taken care of.
eat, and have your every expense taken care of.
The catch:
I’ll be someone’s sugar baby for a year. Paid to be a private escort.
I’ll be someone’s sugar baby for a year. Paid to be a private escort.
Beau Carter
is young and beautiful with a bright future ahead of her. Her dreams of
becoming the first woman in her family to graduate from college are just within
her grasp, when the financial aid runs out. Up to her eyeballs in debt, she
works night and day to make ends meet, but even that can only last for so long.
is young and beautiful with a bright future ahead of her. Her dreams of
becoming the first woman in her family to graduate from college are just within
her grasp, when the financial aid runs out. Up to her eyeballs in debt, she
works night and day to make ends meet, but even that can only last for so long.
Hendrix
Parker lost it all four years ago. Angry at the world, he’s become an asshole—a
bitter shell of the man his family once loved. A recluse, he is now forced to
leave his sanctuary in the Florida Keys and become an active member of the real
estate developer community he now dominates.
Parker lost it all four years ago. Angry at the world, he’s become an asshole—a
bitter shell of the man his family once loved. A recluse, he is now forced to
leave his sanctuary in the Florida Keys and become an active member of the real
estate developer community he now dominates.
Problem
is—he’s all alone and needs a buffer. Someone to draw attention away from him.
is—he’s all alone and needs a buffer. Someone to draw attention away from him.
“I bought
you to be my whore.”
you to be my whore.”
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ONE
Hendrix
“I’m not hiring a
whore,” I all but snarled, pissed at the idiot in front of me. I was tired and
stressed; lacked the basic urge to be an understanding individual,
Hendrix
“I’m not hiring a
whore,” I all but snarled, pissed at the idiot in front of me. I was tired and
stressed; lacked the basic urge to be an understanding individual,
much less give the asshole in front of me the
benefit of doubt.
benefit of doubt.
Jax, my closest friend since college, had caught
me off guard—something that never happened these days.
me off guard—something that never happened these days.
Nothing surprised me anymore, not since that
night four years ago. The night my entire world stopped.
night four years ago. The night my entire world stopped.
Fuck. Focus on the here and now.
“Why?” he asked, bringing me away from that dark
path filled with memories—moments frozen in time that never failed to haunt me.
“Answer me.”
path filled with memories—moments frozen in time that never failed to haunt me.
“Answer me.”
The jerk sounded amused—a pit bull with a bone.
He wasn’t going to let it go.
He wasn’t going to let it go.
Rubbing a hand down my face, I bit back a tired
groan. “No.”
groan. “No.”
Of all the moronic crap he could have spewed, I
had not been expecting this; for me to hire someone to play the role of my
girlfriend for the next few months.
had not been expecting this; for me to hire someone to play the role of my
girlfriend for the next few months.
“Think about it, Hendrix. It’s legal, safe...” he
ticked each reason off with his fingers “...and, she must sign an NDA to
enter into this kind of an agreement. No one will know.”
ticked each reason off with his fingers “...and, she must sign an NDA to
enter into this kind of an agreement. No one will know.”
Slamming back the shot of whiskey in my glass, I
leveled him with a glare. “Get the fuck out.”
leveled him with a glare. “Get the fuck out.”
“Speak up, man. Your staff went home.” Holding
his now-empty tumbler out in front of him, he twirled the glass atop my desk.
“There’s no one here to judge you. That prim and proper act you put on can be
turned off.”
his now-empty tumbler out in front of him, he twirled the glass atop my desk.
“There’s no one here to judge you. That prim and proper act you put on can be
turned off.”
“Is all this a joke to you?” I hissed out from
between clenched teeth. “Am I your amusement for the evening?”
between clenched teeth. “Am I your amusement for the evening?”
“Come off it, Parker. I
came here to see the asshole I know, my friend, not this...” he waved his hand
absentmindedly in my direction. “To be honest, I don’t even know who you are
anymore.”
came here to see the asshole I know, my friend, not this...” he waved his hand
absentmindedly in my direction. “To be honest, I don’t even know who you are
anymore.”
“Then leave.”
“No. Enough with the hiding. Emptiness—”
I slammed my hand down; the cup of pens close to
me tipped over from the impact. “Don’t go there, Jax. Just get up and walk out.
Quit pushing.”
me tipped over from the impact. “Don’t go there, Jax. Just get up and walk out.
Quit pushing.”
“Jesus, man, what the hell is holding you back? A
memory? Ghost?”
memory? Ghost?”
“Enough.”
“Dammit, Hendrix.” He pushed his chair back and
stood to pace the length of my office. Ran a hand roughly through his blonde
hair in agitation. “This...” he pointed a finger between us “... is an
intervention. You’re young, successful, rich—own the real estate game in South
Florida. Known as an asshole, a shark in the business arena, and that’s gained
you quite a desired reputation.” Stopping by the window on the far right, Jax
turned and glared. “You have that whole tall, dark, and handsome shit going on
with your over six-foot-two stature and brooding charm. People respect you, but
fuck, man, that’s not enough when you’ve forgotten what it’s like to live.”
stood to pace the length of my office. Ran a hand roughly through his blonde
hair in agitation. “This...” he pointed a finger between us “... is an
intervention. You’re young, successful, rich—own the real estate game in South
Florida. Known as an asshole, a shark in the business arena, and that’s gained
you quite a desired reputation.” Stopping by the window on the far right, Jax
turned and glared. “You have that whole tall, dark, and handsome shit going on
with your over six-foot-two stature and brooding charm. People respect you, but
fuck, man, that’s not enough when you’ve forgotten what it’s like to live.”
“I’m content enough.”
Jax scoffed at my response, his hands placed on
the window ledge in front of him. “Content is the equivalent of blah. My
friend, you need to rediscover the feel of a woman beneath you. The passion.
The heat between her legs.”
the window ledge in front of him. “Content is the equivalent of blah. My
friend, you need to rediscover the feel of a woman beneath you. The passion.
The heat between her legs.”
Ignoring his spiel, I shut my laptop off and
stored it. “Still a no on hiring someone just to appease you.”
stored it. “Still a no on hiring someone just to appease you.”
No matter how desperate I was to pull the
pressure off my persona.
pressure off my persona.
No matter how long it’d been since I dipped my
dick into something tight...wet.
dick into something tight...wet.
Smirk firmly in place, he walked back over and
grabbed the bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label on my desk. “Prude much,
Parker?” He poured himself another fifth and then sipped slowly, all the while
studying me with a cocked brow. “And I never once mentioned hiring a whore.”
grabbed the bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label on my desk. “Prude much,
Parker?” He poured himself another fifth and then sipped slowly, all the while
studying me with a cocked brow. “And I never once mentioned hiring a whore.”
Pushing my glass toward him, I sat back. “What’s
the difference? Both are paid to keep you company.”
the difference? Both are paid to keep you company.”
“Sugar babies are where it’s at, my friend. A
mutual exchange of benefits.”
mutual exchange of benefits.”
“Answer me this...” Jax nodded “...is money
exchanged?”
exchanged?”
“It can be if—”
Holding a hand up, I halted his pathetic excuse.
“And you don’t call that prostitution?”
“And you don’t call that prostitution?”
“Would you say my girlfriend Crystal is a
prostitute?” What would the young woman I met on his boat a few weeks back have
to do with anything? “That she’s easy and out to make a quick buck?”
prostitute?” What would the young woman I met on his boat a few weeks back have
to do with anything? “That she’s easy and out to make a quick buck?”
The hell?
“She’s...?” I asked, because Jesus. Was this man
really sitting here in my office telling me he had a live-in play toy? That he
bought her? “What kind of barbaric shit is this? How could you do that? What if
word gets out, you idiot.”
really sitting here in my office telling me he had a live-in play toy? That he
bought her? “What kind of barbaric shit is this? How could you do that? What if
word gets out, you idiot.”
“And if it did, so what? I’m not ashamed of her
or us.” His jaw was set tight, and his blue eyes dared me to say anything
negative about her. Jax, my easygoing friend, was pissed. Fuming, if the way
his hands were clenched was anything to go by.
or us.” His jaw was set tight, and his blue eyes dared me to say anything
negative about her. Jax, my easygoing friend, was pissed. Fuming, if the way
his hands were clenched was anything to go by.
“I meant no offense to her, but couldn’t you meet
someone through a more traditional route? Someone who cares about more than
just the zeros that decorate your bank balance?” This entire conversation was
giving me a headache, and I rubbed my temples. I was too tired to continue
trying to make sense of this confession.
someone through a more traditional route? Someone who cares about more than
just the zeros that decorate your bank balance?” This entire conversation was
giving me a headache, and I rubbed my temples. I was too tired to continue
trying to make sense of this confession.
“And I’ll counter that question with one of my
own.” My mouth opened to protest, but he shook his head before taking another
sip of whiskey. His eyes were on mine, unwavering. Looking for something.
“Wouldn’t you rather meet someone and know their intentions up front? No games
or playing pretend. A mutual and even exchange.”
own.” My mouth opened to protest, but he shook his head before taking another
sip of whiskey. His eyes were on mine, unwavering. Looking for something.
“Wouldn’t you rather meet someone and know their intentions up front? No games
or playing pretend. A mutual and even exchange.”
Headache now pounding, I pushed back my seat as
if I were standing to leave. “Still not interested—”
if I were standing to leave. “Still not interested—”
Not taking the bait, Jax leaned over the table, a
mischievous look in his eye. “Then let me paint a better picture for you,
Parker.” He was about to drop some knowledge on me, and I knew it. Should’ve
seen it coming for miles. “You have two months to find a date for the few events
honoring your pompous ass this fall. And before you say that you’ll decline and
hide away on your boat in the Keys, it’s not going to happen. The mayor will
not take no for an answer...he and his wife live for these events. To
mingle with the rich and arrogant.”
mischievous look in his eye. “Then let me paint a better picture for you,
Parker.” He was about to drop some knowledge on me, and I knew it. Should’ve
seen it coming for miles. “You have two months to find a date for the few events
honoring your pompous ass this fall. And before you say that you’ll decline and
hide away on your boat in the Keys, it’s not going to happen. The mayor will
not take no for an answer...he and his wife live for these events. To
mingle with the rich and arrogant.”
“Would you stop worrying about my life? I’ll be
fine.” Absentmindedly, I ran my fingers across my short beard. My mind still
reeled from his admission.
fine.” Absentmindedly, I ran my fingers across my short beard. My mind still
reeled from his admission.
I’d spoken to Crystal that day and was impressed.
In school, and working toward her master’s in psychology, she seemed to have a
good head on her shoulders.
In school, and working toward her master’s in psychology, she seemed to have a
good head on her shoulders.
Didn’t hurt one bit that the body attached to the
head was downright sexy.
head was downright sexy.
His laughter pulled my attention away from the
memory of the tiny auburn-haired beauty in a bikini. “Admit it, Hendrix, you’re
curious.” Tone smug, he had a gloating gleam in his eye.
memory of the tiny auburn-haired beauty in a bikini. “Admit it, Hendrix, you’re
curious.” Tone smug, he had a gloating gleam in his eye.
“Not in the least.”
“So, if I informed you that the account was
already made and you have some hits, you wouldn’t care? I should just shut
everything down?”
already made and you have some hits, you wouldn’t care? I should just shut
everything down?”
My fists clenched in anger. “Are you serious? Do
you have any idea what that could do to my reputation—”
you have any idea what that could do to my reputation—”
“Let me stop you right there.” Holding out a hand
toward me, Jax dug into his laptop bag on the chair beside him. From inside he
pulled out a plain manila folder and pushed it across toward me. “This is all
the information you’ll need: contract, company NDA that I signed for you,
health screening information, and what you’ll need to submit. Read it. Sleep on
it. Check out the website and the girls’ files available for possible match.”
toward me, Jax dug into his laptop bag on the chair beside him. From inside he
pulled out a plain manila folder and pushed it across toward me. “This is all
the information you’ll need: contract, company NDA that I signed for you,
health screening information, and what you’ll need to submit. Read it. Sleep on
it. Check out the website and the girls’ files available for possible match.”
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Too
late. It’s already done.”
late. It’s already done.”
Author Bio
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.
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 with 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 her characters grow.
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 her characters grow.
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Broken by Elena M. Reyes & N. Isabelle Blanco
Title: Broken
Series: Voyeur #3
Authors: Elena M. Reyes & N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Erotic Thriller/Dark Romance
Release Date: September 28, 2017
Blurb
Deceased.
Gone.
Someday to become a distant memory.
They're dead and I don't feel an ounce of remorse.
Instead, the relief is almost instant. No longer will I feel like scum because my heart lies with him—My Noah.
The voice might've forced my hand, but in the end, I'll always choose my heart. I've lived within my fear of losing him and that’s now been stripped from me.
We've been forced to say goodbye to our past and I'm embracing my future with both hands.
I'm no longer afraid.
I'm pissed.
They want us broken, but instead they've unleashed a beast unwilling to submit. I'm an animal determined to save her man.
To live.
I no longer care who gets in my way or what I have to do. I will have that man . . .
And one day, we will both escape.
Gone.
Someday to become a distant memory.
They're dead and I don't feel an ounce of remorse.
Instead, the relief is almost instant. No longer will I feel like scum because my heart lies with him—My Noah.
The voice might've forced my hand, but in the end, I'll always choose my heart. I've lived within my fear of losing him and that’s now been stripped from me.
We've been forced to say goodbye to our past and I'm embracing my future with both hands.
I'm no longer afraid.
I'm pissed.
They want us broken, but instead they've unleashed a beast unwilling to submit. I'm an animal determined to save her man.
To live.
I no longer care who gets in my way or what I have to do. I will have that man . . .
And one day, we will both escape.
WARNING: This story isn't for everyone. Caution. 18+
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Elena M. Reyes
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 with 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 her characters grow.
N. Isabelle Blanco
N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the
Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of
three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she
began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an
extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every
aspect of her life.
That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything
else.
Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New
York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the
hopes of one day getting them under control.
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