Romero celebration this week! Interview, GIVEAWAY's and bonus scene!!!

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But there's MORE!! Tune in this Tuesday as Romero makes brave Judy from Judy's Jumbles  blush as she asks the tough questions about Izzy, and a sore subject for him--his temper. Yikes!

And did someone say bonus scene? 

***Spoiler Alert!***

For those who haven't read Romero you may want to wait until you have to read this. This is a BIG scene from the book only now you get to be in Romero's head as it unfolds!

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Speaking of temper. For those of you who've read Romero. You remember the scene at Charles birthday party where Romero loses it? We were in Isabel's head the whole time. We know he was incensed but would you like to see what was really going through his head? Here is the beginning of the scene in his head. I'll post the bonus scene in it's entirety later this week! And I just want to add. I'd forgotten how fun it is to write Romero. =)

Watch how quickly he goes from 

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Disclaimer: These are two completely different models. Neither of which represent or endorse  Romero in ANY way. Just giving you a visual. ;) 

*Unedited 

For the first few minutes of Isabel's dance with her father Romero watched solemnly. She was upset at him and though he couldn't really blame her... He stopped with that thought and pulled the front of  his shirt to his nose. Fuck. He did reek of Cici's perfume. His only consolation was that as soon as he gave her the ring and explained everything she'd understand.  Izzy had to understand Cici had nothing on her. No girl did. Lately he was beginning to think he couldn't even breathe without her. That's why he'd got her the ring. It symbolized just how serious he was about her and how much she meant to him. He wouldn't freak her out and call it an engagement ring but he did want her to know she was everything to him now.

The laughter he'd been hearing from the bar where Michael hung out with the other Navy guys erupted again. Romero glanced back slowly at them, his jaw tightly clenched. The guy had very obviously looked his way earlier and Romero had stared him down until the asshole looked away. Isabel said her sister didn't have any ulterior motives inviting Michael here tonight—the guy she'd once tried setting her up with. But Romero knew better. Pat always had ulterior motives when it came to this shit and he put nothing past her ass.

Michael wasn't at the bar anymore. Taking a swig of his beer Romero glanced around the room and noticed a photographer snapping photos of Izzy and her soon-to-be Mayor father on the dance floor. Just past them he saw Pat and Charles talking to what appeared to be a reporter. He closed his eyes for a moment the reality of just how different his and Isabel's lives were, sinking in. But he reminded himself that she'd assured him more than once now that it wasn't an issue for her. That's all that should matter.

Alex nudged him. "I heard they called the cops on your uncles again."

That snapped Romero out of his ominous mood and he laughed. "Yeah the old hag next door who always has a hair up her ass came over and asked Manny to move his car again. She hates it when he parks in front of her house." He laughed again. "And you know Manny he had a few choice words for her. So she called the cops."

Alex laughed now with him. "Sal said she tried to press charges on Max, too."

Romero had begun to take another swig of his beer and nearly spit that out laughing again. "Yeah well, she can't stand either one of them. So in the middle of her and Manny going at it on the front porch, Max drives up. He gets out of his car and walks up to them, tells her, her ass don't look so big in them shorts and then asks her out." He had Alex laughing as hard as he did when he first heard the story from his uncles a few days prior. "She wanted him arrested for sexual harassment."

He glanced up and noticed Isabel and her dad weren't on the dance floor anymore. Still laughing he did a quick scan and then saw her standing with Michael across the room—just the two of them. Instantly his humorous mood was sucked out of him. Like a car coming to a screeching stop so did the sound in the room as his eyes met with Isabel's. Michael moving in closer to her had him putting his beer down. She turned to Michael with a sweet smile as the fucker leaned into her face with a purpose. With that Romero was on his feet pushing his chair back.

He heard Alex ask him something but the blood already thrumming loudly in his ears drowned everything out. He did however hear Valerie's louder  more anxious words as he began walking toward Isabel and Michael fists already clenched.

"Oh shit, Alex. You better go with him."

As if just seeing this guy move in so close to his Izzy wasn't enough to get his insides boiling as he charged toward them a little fast now, Michael added to it by putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Be cool, Romero," Alex warned.  Romero didn't even know was right behind him. "Don't do anything you're gonna regret. He's probably drunk."

   

Staring at Micheal's arm on Izzy, Romero couldn't even respond to that. Every step he took closer to them his searing insides felt ready to blow. Reminding himself where he was he tried desperately to calm himself as he neared them “Isabel, what the hell’s going on?”

Both she and Michael along with everyone else within hearing distance turned to look at him. The look on the assholes face a little too smug when their eyes met. "She's venting," Michael said before Isabel could respond. "Can you give us a moment?"

That was the first explosion that went off inside him and Romero responded accordingly without any care about where they were now. "Fuck no! I won't give you a moment with her." He turned to Isabel confused. "What are you venting about?"  

"Us," she snapped and he realized she was still mad.

But... "You're telling to this asshole about us?"

"Hey, watch your language," Michael said and just as Romero turned to look at the fucker he saw him adjust his arm on Izzy's shoulder pulling her even closer to him.

The second bomb inside him went off and Romero spoke through his teeth now the noise in the room nothing but a buzz except for his own words and what this guy had just said. "Get your fucking hands off her."

"Maybe she wants them there."

Never in his life had he wanted to rip someone's face off like he did at that moment but he turned to Isabel for a second. Had she really been venting to this guy about them? Seeing the tears in her eyes now only heightened the intensity of the inferno inside him ready to combust. She tried loosening Micheal's arm  but he didn't let her. In the next second he heard  Izzy's two words. "Michael stop." Then he heard nothing.

Any and all noise in the room ceased instantly. The rage he felt was so overpowering he didn't even remember landing the initial punches. And no matter how hard he landed the next ones on Micheal's already bloodied face they weren't hard enough. Pummeling him with blow after blow to his nose, eyes, even his ear when Michael turned his head all of which had blood splattering in every direction each time, it wasn't enough.

He hadn't even noticed there were people trying to pull him off Michael until he hooked someone in the nose as he cocked his arm back to land another solid strike to Micheal's mouth. Feeling things  crunch on Micheal's face every time he landed another hit should've been satisfaction enough but it wasn't. Romero wanted more and even as big as Alex was who'd finally pulled him off Michael the adrenaline running through Romero's still enraged insides he almost managed to free himself form Alex's hold.

Suddenly pushed up against the wall by several cops the red haze of rage began to cease as the reality of what was happening sunk in. He could make out what some people were saying including a bunch of shit Michael was yelling about wanting Romero arrested.

Once handcuffed the cops pulled him roughly along and Romero's eyes met with Isabel's disapproving dad's eyes just as Michael yelled out more bullshit about a loser like him had blown his only chance with someone like Isabel.

Hearing Isabel's voice when she yelled at Michael to shut up had him clenching his teeth. He couldn't even look at her at that moment. Then came Micheal's next statement.

“Sweetheart, I’m just agreeing with what you said. Your future with him was uncertain.”

Now Romero glanced at Isabel's tear stricken face. He had to. Did she really think that? Was she really uncertain about their future? Her apologetic expression said it all. She had begun to doubt a future with him was probable. She'd probably been thinking it all along and now Romero had done this and confirmed her doubts.

       Earlier when he'd felt so enraged he might've killed Michael had he not been stopped he didn't think he could ever feel any emotion stronger than the rage that had taken over all his senses so relentlessly. He'd been wrong. He was over the rage already. But the pain of knowing he'd just lost Izzy was so overwhelming he knew it was something he'd never get over.   

You want more of whats going on in Romero's head? Go read the exclusive interview with Romero on Judy's Jumbles!  

We have WINNERS!!!!

First of all let me thank you all for sharing the promo! This was a HUGE success and SO much fun!! 

For those of you who didn't win this time I can assure you I have MANY more promo's coming REAL soon so stayed tune! Now for the randomly chosen winners here is the list! 

The three winners of the signed copies of Romero are:

*Yadkny*

Denice Mae Cordero

Aleksandra @MissLexieA   

Winner of a $25 Amazon card:

Amanda Lindig

Winner of $25 B&N card:

OnyxHIikari

Please email me @ EliReyesBooks(at)yahoo(dot)com

Congrats to all of you! And thanks again for your participation!!! <3 font=""> 

Oh and just for fun! Speaking of sharing (which ironically Romero does NOT do *snort!*) Thank you Christina for sharing your vision of Romero.

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Noah (5th Street #1) Is selected "Breakout Book" by Apple UK & Ireland!

More celebrating! So I wake this morning to an email informing me that the merchandising team over at  Apples "Breakout Books" is featuring one of my titles this week! I'm thrilled and honored to announce that one of my 5th Street boys "Noah" has been selected as one of the 55 titles selected by iBookstore UK & iBookstore Ireland! *Does a little boxing jab dance!*

"The criteria for inclusion is largely customer-driven - selected titles exhibit strong reviews and ratings, and have shown exceptional sales performance."

I share this with much excitement and with the added pleasure that this week I just so happen to be celebrating 5th Street's 1 year anniversary so Noah is not only being featured and getting added exposure by the great folks at Apple iBookstore but best of all it's FREE this week! 

To download your copy of Noah at the Apple iBookstore click on the following link. 

Noah at Apple iBookstore  

Learn more about this Breakout Books promotion at the Smashwords Blog.

Breakout Books Smashwords blog 

I'd like to take this time to thank both Apple and the folks over at Smashword for their continued support of independent authors. And of course I'd HAVE to thank my readers for your enormous love support and enthusiasm. It's you guys who make promotions and features like this possible and remind me everyday why I love writing so much!

Be sure to check out the next two books in the series also available in the Apple iBookstore. Gio (5th Street #2)  & Hector (5th Street #3) And when your done you can read the prologue to the upcoming 4th book in the series Abel.     

Full Abel Prologue

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For now here is my inspiration of Abel. Because I know it may seem like he's real serious--sometimes too serious. He's not ALWAYS brooding. There are things that make this man smile! Just ask Nellie. ;)

  

Abel (5th Street #4)

Prologue

****WARNING VERY EXPLICIT!****

“I’m game if you’re game.” Nellie stared at him anxiously.

A man’s burning urges often ignore all logic. Abel Ayala knew this was all this was. A day of sipping on cocktails and lying around the deck of a cruise ship watching scantily-clad bikini-wearing women giving him go-ahead smiles had done it to him. Now he stood here, staring into the eyes of Nellie Gamboa, a divorcee eight years older than he was. From what he’d heard, she was still carrying a load of emotional baggage and probably still held a torch for her ex as well. She was someone he would not and should not be thinking of in terms of releasing some sexual tension. Damn it!

The fact that she’d turned her life around after what had been hailed by Roni, his friend’s wife and Nellie’s best friend, as one of the most grueling experiences any woman could go through, didn’t help. She’d gone and shaped up and did a complete makeover from the mousy woman he once remembered her being. If he hadn’t known it, he never would have even guessed that this sexy-as-hell woman would be hitting thirty soon. The sexual tension between them was a living breathing thing and had been going on for months now. Only up until now, he thought he might be imagining her requited feelings of lust.

His twenty-two-year-old ass had no business with a woman her age—no business getting involved with Roni’s best friend—especially knowing full well he’d never take a relationship with her seriously. But this changed things. Nellie was telling him that she was all for a no-strings-attached relationship. She was as interested in anything serious as he was. Coming off what she called the divorce from hell, she said she wanted to live it up now. He was glad now for the liquid courage Nellie’s wine had provided. If not for it, the offer may’ve never been voiced. She gone so far as to say that she was all for a fun-and-run experience and that she’d had her eye on him for some time.

It was still a risk, his brain reasoned. Things could sour. This could even cause a rift between him and his good friend’s wife if any hurt feelings came from this. But the already throbbing parts of his body said otherwise.

She tilted her head in that sexy way she did so often with curved lips that practically called out for his. To hell with logic! Just pulling her delicate frame against his immediately released some of the pent-up tension that had been building every time he’d been around her lately.

Swallowing hard, he stared at those lips—lips he’d wondered far too many times what they must taste like. “Hell yeah, I’m game,” he said as he took her mouth in his. Feeling a desire like none he’d ever felt before, he kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue and her lips. Damn, he wanted to eat her up.

He’d been fighting it—over thinking it—for months. This was just his ever-so-curious body’s reaction to finally giving into a longing that had peaked tonight as they’d enjoyed a few friendly dances. That’s all it was. But he needed more than just a kiss now. God, he wanted so much more, and since she was game . . . He pulled away from her just long enough to catch his breath and take a look around the almost-empty deck.

“I’d invite you back to my room, but Hector and Charlee might—”

She tugged his hand and was already on the move. “Let’s go back to mine.”

The second the elevator doors closed, Abel pushed her against the wall, pulling her by the waist to him, and his mouth and tongue sucked at every inch of hers. She panted softly, running her fingers through his hair as he moved down to her neck and sucked softly then a little rougher.

As the moving elevator came to a stop, Abel tore himself away. No sooner had the doors opened than they were out in a rush to her room. They turned the corner down the long corridor of rooms.

“How far down?” Abel asked.

“All the way to the end,” she replied, taking even longer strides.

Feeling crazed with anticipation, Abel’s eyes searched for the ice/vending machine room like the one on his floor. The moment he saw it, he pulled her in it.

He answered her confused expression with a kiss as he closed the door and pushed her against it. “I need to refuel.”

All right, he needed to get laid more often. This was ridiculous. Obviously he’d been spending too much time training and not enough socializing, because he’d never felt this kind of urgency. Duly noted—he’d move a few things around in his schedule. She lifted her leg, bringing it around him.

“Careful,” he warned, biting her lower lip, “or I may just finish you up right here.”

“Do it,” was her only response, and he froze.

Pulling back to look in her eyes, he could see she was serious. “Right here?” He asked, his hand already traveling down under her dress.

She nodded as his fingers felt the dampness between her legs and how hot she already was, pushing his heart into overdrive. He squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned his forehead against hers. 

“Sweetheart, don’t play with me.”

“I’m not,” she assured him breathlessly.

Abel opened his eyes, looking down at her big brown eyes. Up until that moment, he’d never noticed the golden specks that were sprinkled throughout. The desire he saw in them now was as urgent as his own; although, he didn’t miss the slightest bit of apprehension. He couldn’t blame her. Anyone could walk in on them. He was certain he’d be able to hold the door closed against the force of any one person or maybe two if they pushed against it—at least until he was sure she was decent. But he didn’t want her doing anything she wasn’t completely certain about.

“Are you sure about this?” He slipped his finger under her panties, her moisture inviting him in all the way.

She gasped, closing her eyes at his touch, and nodded. “The kiss on the deck . . .” she said, her eyes remaining closed. Abel stared at her lips as she continued to speak a little more breathlessly with every caress of his finger to her silky wet skin. “The elevator . . . This . . . It’s exciting. I’ve never done something so . . .”

Nellie stopped to swallow, licking her lips, and Abel kissed her before she could finish. She didn’t have to. Suddenly the need to make this happen for her, make this experience with him be one she’d never forget, took over. It was just an ego thing. That’s all it was. What guy didn’t like knowing he was a woman’s first anything?

Abel reached for his wallet, but his lips never left hers. She kissed him back just as urgently, her hands grasping the front of his shirt. She gasped harder at the sound of his zipper opening. So he stopped and looked at her wide eyes. “I’m sure,” she said before he could ask again, pulling him to her, and he groaned against her mouth.

Working fast, he got the condom on and reached under her sundress, pulling her panties down. When they hit the floor, he lifted her easily off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She did and he adjusted her, groaning loudly as he entered her. Kissing her harder now as he fucked her against the door, he tried in vain to stifle his moaning, but it felt so damn good to be inside her. He’d been under the assumption that a woman who had been married, especially for several years, wouldn’t be this tight. She was tighter than some of the younger women he’d been with, and it felt just too damn good to finally be doing what he could only fantasize about up until now—so good it was almost alarming.

With her arms tightly wound around his neck, she began to pant with every thrust, and he went even harder, her panting growing more frantic as he felt her begin to pulsate around him each time he slid into her. Just as her entire body began to tremble with pleasure, he felt her arms tighten around his neck as she pulled her mouth away from him to breathe and cry out. Abel couldn’t hold it any longer either. Groaning again, he came in an explosive climax. Sinking deep inside her, he pushed his body against hers, burying his face in her sweet neck. Nellie clung onto him for dear life, gasping for air.

“We’re," Nellie started to say before stopping to catch her breath, “still going back to my room, right?”

Abel smiled, squeezing her naked behind and looked up into her somewhat embarrassed eyes. “You bet this hot little ass we are. That was just an appetizer. I hope you have all night, because what I have in mind is gonna take that long.”

Her eyes sparkled now with excitement, and she nodded. Hot damn! She was going to be more fun than he’d expected.

 

In case any of you are wondering if this will be another conflict about their age difference like in Noah's story. Let me assure it is not. There will be a whole other conflict these two will be dealing with in the midst of getting it on and on and... well you get what these two might be doing a lot of. Right? ;)