Thursday, April 2, 2015

Marking Her & Marking Him by Elena M. Reyes ~ Promo Blitz


Title: Marking Her & Marking Him
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Promo Blitz date: April 2
 Genre: Erotic Romance


Synopsis for Marking Her:
Talan wants to mark Maya—with more than his ink. The owner of a prominent tattoo shop, he’s used to being hit on by easy women. Though “easy” is not a word associated with Maya when she comes in to support her friend. Flirtation ensues, but what will it take to break the painted man.

Excerpt:
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She was never this late.
I was becoming agitated by the lack of common sense people had to pick up a goddamn phone. How hard could it be to let me know if you’re coming or not? There was just something about a person’s lack of punctuality that pissed me off. Not caring if I had shit to do or places to be was plain rude.
I was worked up to the point of walking out the damn door.
“Janice,” I called out into the now empty shop. She’d insisted – once the boy’s left – in staying behind to help me set up, not listening to my refusal. “Call Esther and reschedule. I’m beat and—”
“I’m here,” Esther yelled, rushing through the door. “Traffic was a bitch and I—”
“Save it and get in my chair before I kick you out,” I grumbled and rubbed my throbbing temples.
“But, I brought—”
“Now.”
“Is he always this rude?” a soft, feminine voice I didn’t recognize asked.
I looked up, and was startled by the sexy little thing that stood before me. She was young. Much younger than what I was normally attracted to; at the most this little nymph was twenty.
The beauty had black hair; wavy and tousled locks that swept down to the middle of her back, with side-swept bangs across her forehead. Her face was sweet, innocent, while her gray eyes spoke of mischief, and in my case, trouble. Lips, those fucking cherry-red lips, were plump and inviting—the perfect Cupid’s bow that begged to be nibbled.
I let my eyes traverse her short frame and my mouth watered. She truly was an itty-bitty thing. With my six-foot-four frame, I towered over her, dwarfing her delicate one.
My feet carried me closer to where she stood, next to Esther in the receptionist area. I wanted her laid on that black marble top so I could feast on her. The drought I’d been on as of late might have been making me desperate...then again, looking at her was making something within me want to just take, consequences be damned.
We watched each other; she followed my every move and I, her every breath.
My eyes dropped from her perfect face to hungrily devour her chest and a shiver ran down my spine.  The two pert, no bigger than a handful breasts, sat high on her chest. She wore a simple camisole that did little to hide her obvious happiness to meet me.
My cock twitched as her nips puckered.
I continued my assessment and found my hands clenching the second her narrow waist and flared hips came into view. My nails dug grooves into the palms of my hands, the slight pinch keeping me in check. The desire to pull her closer, grab onto her flesh, and leave my prints behind was almost unbearable.
She was a slim petite thing, with the sexiest pair of legs my eyes had ever seen; they were bare for my enjoyment. A tiny pair of denim shorts barely covered her lower region, marking every groove and molding onto her sinful flesh as if they were a part of her.
I was hard.
“Wow,” a voice coughed to my right, pulling my eyes away from Bitty.
“What—”
“You can say ‘thank you’ for my gift now and eye fuck her later.” Esther laughed while Bitty turned red around the cheeks.
This cute little thing blushes?
“Talan, it’s getting late,” Janice interrupted suddenly, “and we have plans.” 
“I’m sorry,” Bitty spoke up, turning to Esther, “maybe we should come ba—”
“No.” The word popped out before I could think to stop them.
“Yes.” My glare cut off Janice before she could continue, eliciting a chastised look from her. Who the hell did she think she was to be so rude and hostile toward my client and someone who, I hoped, would soon be my friend?
“Enough, Janice.” I let the words come out encased in a low, warning growl before turning toward the two women with raised brows. “You two head on back.” Bitty went to protest at my command, but instead bit her lip, causing me to groan. Fuck, I need to get this situation under control. “Esther, you know the drill; lose the shirt and get comfy. Bitty, I want—”
Bitty crossed her arms, scowling adorably. “Who you calling ‘Bitty’?”
“You, sweet thing, now quit interrupting me.” 
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Synopsis for Marking Him:
The day Maya Owens walked into his tattoo shop, everything Talan knew changed.

After officially starting a relationship, he is now having trouble managing Maya—a woman who consumes every part of his being and owns his heart. His need to control her and everything around her drives Maya insane, but he has good reason. After all, Janice is still lurking around and she has a vendetta against his Bitty.
In no time Talan wants more, and it’s faster than Maya can handle; things begin to get complicated.

Months of frustration and want take them for a ride neither wanted, but now yearn for. Will they make it through the turbulence? And if so, at what cost?


Excerpt:

“Bet my fucking life on it.” Talan groaned; his eyes zeroed in on my fingers parting my pussy lips. “There’s nothing sexier than watching you lose control. Back arched, eyes rolled into the back of your head … having your pussy walls locked down around my dick. It’s a beautiful pain.” 
“Then why aren’t you taking me—taking what’s yours?” 
“Because I have a goddamned appointment, who’s going to walk through that door and see you naked and waiting. Fuck.” His hands punched the door. “Get dressed, babe, please.”
“Baby, look around. Tell me if anything stands out.” Poor man, he hadn’t noticed the reality of this situation. 
“Other than my fantasy of you, naked and in my chair becoming a reality?” Talan smirked; his eyes roamed my body from head to toe. “No. Not a damn thing.”
Dear God, how much more obvious could this be? “You really are dense.”
“What the he—”
I interrupted him before he fucked up this evening. “What part of Merry Christmas didn’t you understand?”
Talan’s eyes brightened. He got it. “You mean?” I nodded and smiled. “Fuck yes.”
“How? Esther booked . . .” he trailed off. It wasn’t hard to understand. 
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Since that night you showed me my design all those months ago.” 
Talan’s eyes softened at this. “So you waited for Christmas?”
“It felt like the right time. Special.”
“Thank you.” He breathed and pushed himself off the door frame. It still wasn’t close enough. “Are you sure you want this? My mark?”
“More than anything.” Staring up into his eyes, I took a deep breath and continued. “Wearing your mark, a peace of your ownership, will be an honor. I love you.”
Like a magnet finding his polar opposite, he launched himself at me. His arms grabbed onto my waist and pulled me toward the very edge of his chair. The file which had been placed at the end of his chair, fell to the floor, and scattered around his feet.
He hovered over me, caging me in, making me feel small and safe.
“Your beauty leaves me breathless.” Talan moaned. My legs wrapped around his waist and held him against me. Hard cock to needy pussy. “No one will ever love you harder than me. So complete, and with every fiber of what makes him a man. You doing this, for me … no fucking words could describe what I feel. Thank you.”
“I was meant to be yours; it’s only fitting that I bear your imprint. Love you.” His hungry lips were on mine the moment the last syllable left my lips. It was rough, passionate. His tongue sought out mine, entwined with it, and savored my taste. 


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About The Author:
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.

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