Tuesday, January 15, 2019

♥♥♥ #BookSpotlight #Review: Back to You by Elena M. Reyes ♥♥♥


Back to You by Elena M. Reyes





♥ Blurb ♥

Her smile is blinding. His kisses drugging.

Mila Alexander is on summer break when she literally bumps into the man of her dreams.

Nick Adams promises far more than he should, and it all comes with a catch: to wait for him.

His contract is airtight, and the commitment to a charity close to his heart must come first, leaving her little to no choice. However, life is full of broken promises, moments in time that no one can predict—and he’ll fight like hell to come back. To hold her once more.

She is his, and he is hers.

This novella is sweet, safe, & SEXY AF! ;) Happy reading.
(Approx. 36,000 word.) Standalone





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♥ #Review ♥

An encounter with a sexy stranger while on vacation at the beach? Why yes, give it to me.

For me insta love stories are a hit or miss, it really depends how well is written and how the author spins them. Back to you is one of those times that I loved how the author brought the characters together and entangled their lives.

Nick and Mila meet and there is instantly an electric chemistry between them. They both know their time with each other is limited, they also understand that this is one of those rarely moments in time when their hearts and souls recognize each other and they need to make it work against all odds. I loved Mila's support of Nick because she understood his passion, not because she was a clingy woman. And I adored Nick's caring for Mila without being overbearing.

This is a sweet, sexy story that shows us that when you're meant to be with someone, that someone will come to you no matter where you are or the circumstances going on in your life. Great read!


♥ Excerpt ♥

I notice her the moment she sets foot on this South Carolina beach. It’s hot, a sunny day full of clear skies and warm waters, and yet it’s her beauty that stands out.
She’s exquisite. The definition of femininity.
A little doll—she couldn’t be more than five feet tall with curves that make my mouth water. Sensuous without effort; her flowing mahogany hair and perky ass give me a rush of excitement the likes of which I’ve never experienced before.
I devour each step she takes, the way each curl bounces while she bobs her head to the beat of reggae playing from my friend’s speaker. How her ass sways with each roll of her thick hips—hips that my hands itch to grab onto as I pull her closer.
Her body is made for sinning. To cause temptation—forsake one’s sanity and force a man to his knees.
And I want to. Fuck, I do. Worshipping every inch of her body will be a gift from God himself.
Because there’s no doubt that I will have her beneath me. My problem seems to lie in the how fast. Not the fact that she could have a boyfriend; to me, she is single and fair game. No man with half a brain would ever leave such an enticing woman all alone and with so little on; that itty-bitty bikini she’s wearing is downright sinful.
Mentally, she’s fucked me and I’m left scrambling—figuring out a way to approach without scaring her off.
My urges are barbaric. My need is an almost demonic rush of lust that has me hard as a rock and almost panting. And all this while she walks through the sand without a care in the world.
How is she doing this to me?
Women have been nonexistent in my life for years. I can’t remember the last time anyone caught my attention, let alone had me cursing my decisions in life. Working as a doctor around the world, in remote locations where medical assistance is hard to come by, gives me purpose. Makes me happy.
However, right now, I’m not sure how I feel. There’s a mixture of confusion and lust—need and hunger—that’s clouding my mind. My judgment. A part of me is screaming that a week with her won’t be enough.
I’ve gone insane.
Before, my social life was nonexistent, and I liked it that way.
Past tense. I want the thrill of zero to sixty with her. To wake up buried deep inside her tight little body every morning.
Maybe I’ve been out in the sun too long? Maybe that last beer was my one too many.
This is all in my head, and I am drunk. It has to be it.
As if she senses my eyes on her, she flicks hers in my direction and my heart stops. “Motherfuck,” I say with a low growl. It builds in my chest, a rumble that both worries and exhilarates me. For thirty seconds, I feel and see nothing. Everything stops, and time stills while my heart beats like a war drum inside my chest.
It’s thumping for her. Or am I having a heart attack?
All my medical knowledge—years of schooling—mean shit at the moment. I’m out of my depths and hanging on the precipice of a free fall that makes no sense.
Our eyes lock, and she gifts me a dimpled smile before looking away and toward the girl beside her. I hate it. Not after having those ethereal grey eyes on mine. Those doe eyes, her small upturned nose, and her plump mouth will forever be ingrained into my mind.
Her beauty is striking, and another low rumble escapes from deep within my chest.
Each pump of blood rushing through my veins demands I get closer. Compels me to find out if her tan skin is as soft as it looks. If her cherry lips are as decadent as the natural ripe color they present.

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