Re-release Blitz: Hell by Elena M. Reyes
Author: Elena M. Reyes
Cover Design by:❤️Coquette Graphics❤️
Genre: Erotica/Contemporary Romance
Re-Release Date 10/27/2016
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How do I dominate and enamor the woman
who’s in charge of signing my paycheck?
That’s the one question, Joshua
Timbers, has been asking himself since he first stepped foot into his
own personal Hell. JT, or Yoshi—as his tormentor likes to call
him—has lived a life of hardship and loss since an early age. Being
the product of a single parent home, he’s accustomed to hard work
and lonely nights.
Seeing the strong man that raised him
suffer after the loss of his mother made JT’s own heart harden. All
that mattered was seeking instant gratification to curve his enormous
appetite.
Until the blessed day he met his fallen
angel, Janelle.
Beautiful, and with balls bigger than
her entire crew, Janelle is accustomed to the leering looks of men,
even though she’s their boss—the owner of Walker Constructions,
alongside her brother.
Her beauty is untouchable to everyone,
but how far will Joshua go to bend his hellion to his will and make
her his?
Prologue
What was hell?
If you asked a member of any church
today, they’d say it was nightmarish—a dark and gloomy place
filled with horrific images and boughs of endless pain. A place where
demons roamed freely, feeding off the dregs of the deceased.
A part of humanity that lost its moral
compass: the common sinner.
These pour souls sinned in order to
achieve greatness; sold their very essence to attain the
vanity-filled dreams everyone covets:
Money.
Power.
Respect.
And at the end they’d find themselves
with nothing but eternal pain.
Then there were those we called our
loved ones. Targeted, they lost the small morsel of their souls that
made them good. It made them an easy target.
At the very least, that was what the
religious people of the world claimed. Wanted us to believe.
Neither of those descriptions meant
shit to me. Religion never mattered much. Not when you’d lost so
much and witnessed firsthand just what losing faith did to a person.
I wasn’t most people.
Most had chosen to believe the words
drilled into their minds from an early age, but I knew better. Hell
wasn’t somewhere dark where the eternal flames glowed and the
sinners were condemned to—to pay for the unforgivable deeds of
their past life. Acts that were unforgivable in the eyes of the
church.
Stealing.
Killing.
Coveting.
In my reality, though, that was a
blatant lie.
Hell was here, surrounding us day in
and day out. We paid for our sins in life, not death. One way or
another, karma would collect those that wronged another. No one, no
matter who the fuck they were, could escape this bitch named life.
Problem was that no matter how much I
looked at my current situation, I was at a loss. What the fuck had I
done to deserve her?
My hell—the one that tortured me
while both awake and asleep—wasn’t dark or terrifying. It wasn’t
painful in the general sense. Well, that was unless you counted the
pain my cock had suffered to be life threatening. I guess it could be
considered cruel; she loved to torture me when I couldn’t react or
make her pay.
“You are here to work, not fuck me.
My pussy’s not on your daily task sheet!”
I’d never been so hard…so fucking
swollen, as I’d been in her presence. Twitching and pulsating
against the zipper of my Levi’s, I hurt, and she refused to right
the wrong she’d created.
“I don’t fuck my employees…not
even the promising outline of your big cock will change that.”
You see, my personal hell was all
wrapped up in a lustful package. A body created by God himself, made
for the sole purpose of fucking up my quiet and ordinary life. This
woman brought me down to my knees—demanded that I pay on a daily
basis for the lustful thoughts and impulses she, herself, caused.
“Worry about making sure all the
drywall on this floor is up; drilling me isn’t on the agenda and
never will be.”
And I would gladly repent daily, on my
knees at her temple, if she would just give in to me.
My version of hell was a woman. A cock
tease.
A woman whose inner and outer beauty
surpassed the normal standard society had deemed appropriate. Janelle
was a temptress, my personal mistress.
Rendered me incapable of both speech
and function at times when all I wanted to do was make her mine. One
day Janelle would break me, of that there was no doubt. Problem was
that in pushing me past my breaking point, she was losing her power
over me and becoming my target. My prey.
When that day came, I would take her
without mercy. With no remorse because by then she would be as
consumed in her need for me as I was for her.
This woman, angel, or my personal
demon, has had my dick hard, leaking and begging for her attention
since she first entered my life all those glorious months ago. Now,
it was her turn to be miserable.
To feel an eighth of the demands my
body made whenever she entered a room. I would make her beg me. Come
from a mere look.
Janelle would cry out for me one day,
and only then would I gift her my cock.
Her time was up.
I was coming for her.
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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