Title: Covet
Series: Beautiful Sinner #2
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Genre: Romantic Suspense/New Adult
Release Date: October 21, 2019
Cover Design: Black Widow Designs
Cover Design: Black Widow Designs
I'm a sinner. A criminal.
The beast that will never let her go...
Everyone in England knows the name Casper Jameson. They know that I'm a cruel bastard with no regrets when it comes to dealing with those that cross me. They fear me; a man with no morals. Someone cold—without a weakness.
Until I see her...
She's beautiful; a delicious temptation standing across the room from me without a care. Unaware of the danger that lurks—that this man wants to consume her.
I’m going to own her every sigh.
Taste her every moan.
Drown in her pleasure.
Let the bloody chase begin.
(The Beautiful Sinner Series are all interconnected standalones full of suspense and romance and an OTT alpha willing to burn the world to the ground for the woman he loves! It's sexy and has an edge of darkness that will leave you breathless!)
Disclaimer: I received an Advance Reader Copy at no cost from the publisher/author. All opinions in my review are my own.
This book isn't an easy one for me to rate. I honestly have some mixed feelings about it.
On one hand, the book has almost everything that makes a great story. It has a great plot, characters that the reader can connect with, and plenty of suspense.
On the other hand, the only thing that really brings down my rating is that the romance didn't feel genuine. There is a serious case of instalust, which I don't care for most of the time. It doesn't even feel like the two main characters had enough time to fall in love because they are apart for a significant amount of the story. It didn't feel like they really got to know each other well enough for the romance to feel authentic.
I really enjoyed the author's storytelling. She makes you care about her characters and the journeys that they are on. The writing is very fluid and easy to follow.
Overall, this was a compelling story but is full of too much instalust for my liking. If instalove doesn't bother you then I'd give this one a try. I think that it just boils down to personal preference on this one and other than the instalove where the romance was concerned I didn't have any other complaints.
I NOTICE HER the bloody second she comes into the room. There’s a shift in the air, a different kind of energy that sweeps over my over six-foot-two frame as I take in every delicate detail of her body. How she walks. How the little black dress she wears clings to each sinuous curve.
This girl commands the attention of every drunk arsehole without an ounce of effort.
From my seat, I have a view of every inch of this pub; from its entrance to the bar, to the small dance floor off to my left where bodies grind to the beat of some chart-topping artist. The place is full to the brim, and yet, she’s all I see. All I can seem to focus on. Taking into account every minute detail while all around me people continue to slam back pint after pint.
Each swing of her hips is a call to the animal within. A taunt.
The woman she’s with stops a few tables from the one I’m occupying near the back with my men; a setup of high-top seating, and along the wall, two private booths. They greet another couple already sitting there with a small handshake, though hers is more on the distant side, the kind you give a stranger. A bit timid.
She shifts a bit—head bobbing to the music—and I follow the move, lowering my eyes to roam her small frame and liking the way her hip juts a bit to the side. Naturally coquettish, she’s small but thick where it counts. Young, but legal. A beautiful little thing with the face of an angel and a body made to worship. At no more than five foot three and no older than twenty-two, she’s all hips and thighs and has a gorgeous face with hazel eyes and plump berry-colored lips.
Moreover, it’s that mouth that first caught my attention.
How she throws her head back, laughing at what someone at the table says. How carefree she looks. How those lips stretch wide and her eyes close for a brief moment before meeting mine.
We hold each other’s stare. Not moving.
And then that mouth parts in slow motion, her tiny pink tongue peeking out to sweep across her bottom lip, sealing her fate. At that moment, every single thought of retribution leaves my mind. My hunger morphs into something wickedly delicious.
I need that tight body on her knees.
I want her breasts encasing my thick cock as I slide between them.
I want her wetness running down my length, bathing me as those hazel orbs stay on mine.
Elena M. Reyes 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 passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure, but it wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world.
She's a short and sassy Latina with an adorable pup, a kiddo that keeps her on her toes, and a husband who claims she'll cause him to go bald prematurely. Lol
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