Thursday, August 20, 2015

Blog Tour Review & Excerpt ~ Hell by Elena Reyes


HELL
by Elena Reyes



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?

***WARNING***
This book contains two of the things I love above all else: excessive amounts of the ‘F’ word and a good chase. She pushes, he pulls, and their chemistry goes BOOM. So please, if either of these things bother you, don’t come looking for me. I’m not liable to be sued for broken tablet screens. I am just an innocent bystander in all of this.



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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. And now they lived in 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.
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.



4 – In Desperate Need of a Cold Freakin Shower – Stars
~this review may contain minor spoilers~

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.

Joshua Timbers doesn't do love or relationships, he learned at an early age how quickly it can destroy a man when that love is lost and vowed to never fall into that trap. For him, women are only good for one thing and he has never had a problem getting them to give it to him... Til her.

Janelle Walker is a woman in a man's world. As part owner of a construction company, surrounded by massive amounts of testosterone on a daily basis, she has a bigger set of balls than anyone on her crew. Putting men in their place and keeping them at a distance has never been a problem for her... Til him.

From the minute Joshua walks into his new job at Walker Constructions he is drawn to the hellcat that turns him on like no other before her. Locked in a constant battle of wills with the woman who has him in a steady state of arousal starts to wear on him, but how can he dominate the woman who signs his paychecks the way he really wants to when she makes it clear it will never happen – no matter how much her body SCREAMS she wants it too? Joshua, or Yoshi as she likes to call him, has always like the chase – the cat and mouse that leads to hot and sweaty sex – but this is becoming unbearable. Trapped in his own personal hell, it's only a matter of time before something has to give.

I will not let her win. One day, I'll make her bow down to me. Kiss the very tip of my cock while begging for attention.”
That right there was my mantra. There could be no other way. It was a win or lose situation, and I refused to bend for her.

For the first time in my life I have experienced what 'Lady Blue Balls' truly feels like and I'm not so sure I like it. On the one hand – I really liked this book. The chemistry between these two was off the charts. Yoshi was sexy and dirty as hell – though I have to admit, he came across as a complete dick for the first half of the book. I was torn between hating the douche and wanting to lick him for quite awhile. But he wore me down... Eventually. Janelle was a sassy, feisty, take no prisoners woman and I loved her strength – yet, she frustrated the hell outta me. Her brother Kevin just cracked me up and reminded me a lot of my brother. But here's where my half empty comes in – the reason I didn't fully love the book, where I kinda got a little pissed off and a whole lot irritated. This book was all foreplay with very little sex. Hell, we don't even get a full-on sex scene til the last freakin chapter and by then I wasn't even sure if I wanted to read it (though it WAS hott as hell). Not that THEY don't do it before than, it just gets skipped over. With the massive amount of built-up, the insane amount of sexual tension, the constant back and forth, when they FINALLY get past all the crap and just give in to their mutual attraction – we skip ahead 8 months. We don't get ANY of the relationship building that lets you feel any kind of connection other than lust – which for me made it really hard to by into the ending. It just jumped from one extreme to the next and I personally can't switch gears that fast. Instead of leaving me with a feeling of contentment about the journey, I felt like I missed a huge part of the story. Again, this is just my personal opinion – your reading experience may differ from mine and I'm not saying don't read the book – I did still enjoy the sexually charged fight these two had going on, I just feel like... I don't know, I guess I just needed more of a connection is what it all boils down to – and I feel like I wasn't given that. But, I did like the book enough that I will be more than happy to read more from this author in the future.

She was mine. The one woman who I'd let in against my better judgment, I welcomed her advances and destruction. Blatant or not, she was all I wanted.





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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