Series: Saint-Sinner Duet
Published by Self on 04/29/2018
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult & College
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Also in this series: El Santo
So here you are…
Turning the pages, opening the next chapters of my life—wanting to know the next truths of my sins. As if the first half of my life wasn’t 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 you’re dying to know.
Why did I leave her?
So go ahead.
Turn the page.
I fucking dare you.
You just might not like the answer.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
In El Pecador, the conclusion to her Saint-Sinner duet, she does that and so much more. If you read the first book, El Santo, and you need too, as this is a continuation of that story, we were left on a huge cliffhanger and I needed to see where it would go from there.
As with most of her books, this story spans decades and will have you at the edge of your seat from start to finish. Damien and Amira’s journey was full of obstacles at every turn. Some they made for themselves and others were put in front of them by others. You know they are meant to be together, but will they ever truly find a way to each other?
El Pecador was full of intrigue, lies, deception, suspense and romance. I had no idea where it would lead and how it would end. My heart! What an emotional roller coaster this story was! Another amazing read by this author!
“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.
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.
tears cascading down the sides of her face. For a moment, I allowed her to take
my breath away. In my eyes, she’d never looked so fucking beautiful.
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 didn’t, for all the
times I couldn’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