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USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON

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From USA Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes a contemporary romance duet filled with all the feels of a epic love story.

What do you do when you meet your soulmate at seven-years-old? 

You give…
You live…
And you love… 
Together. 
Forever. 
To have and to hold. 

Until you hear the words, “I just don’t love you anymore.”

Putting an end to me. 
To you. 

To us. 






“You’re cute! I like you. Now scoot over for me.”
I did, only because I liked the way she made me feel, and I didn’t want her to leave me alone again. She sat right beside me as close as she could, leaving no room in between us.
“I’m Bailey Button, by the way.”
Her soft skin brushed against my arm, causing new bubbles in my stomach.
What was that?
“I hate my name. It’s so stupid. It sounds like I’m a belly button, but I’m not. I’m a girl, see?” Tugging on her hair that was in pigtails, she blinked her long, big eyelashes at me. “I don’t look like a belly button, right?”
“No.” Was the only word I could say when she sat that close to me.
She nodded, bringing a piece of chicken up to her mouth. Not paying any attention to what she was doing to me.
“I like your name, Aiden Pierce. It’s pretty.”
“Pretty?”
“Yeah, I like pretty names. Not like mine.”
Before I gave it any thought, I blurted, “Your name is beautiful just like you are.”
Her eyes flew to mine, and another huge smile took over her face. “No one has ever called me beautiful, Aiden Pierce!”
I smiled with her.
“Now we’re going to have to get married.”
“What?” I stopped smiling, jerking back. “We do?”
“Mmm hmm…” She chewed on her food, swallowing it down. “That’s what happens when you call a girl beautiful, you have to get married after. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. Before my momma passed away, she always said to marry a man who calls me beautiful, and I’ll be happy every day of my life.”
Maybe her momma sent her to me too?
“Will you make me happy?”
“Uh… I can try.”
“Try really hard, okay?”
“Okay.” 
Momma would want that, right?
Yeah, she would.
“I like the way Bailey Pierce sounds. What do you think?”
“I like the way Bailey Pierce sounds too, but aren’t we too young to get married?”
“No silly! I meant when we’re older.”
“Oh.” I thought about it for a second. “Like how much older?”
Now it was her turn to think about it for a second. “Like when we’re eighteen. That’s old enough.”
“Okay.”
“Aiden...” She giggled, twirling her hair in a big knot around her finger. “You have to ask me first.”
“Oh, I do?” I scratched my head. “When?”
“When we’re eighteen.”
“Okay.” I nodded, meaning it. “I’ll ask you when we’re eighteen.”
“Okay.” She nodded back. “I’ll try to act surprised too. Ask me in a good way, alright? So I cry.”
She was confusing, but in the best way possible. I’d say anything she wanted just to keep her by my side, so I’d always feel this way.
Safe.
I knew right then and there my momma had something to do with this. I didn’t know how, but she kept her promise to me. This had to be the girl, I felt it in my bones.
“Why would I want to make you cry?”
“Because they’re happy tears and crying with happy tears is like super romantic.”
“Oh… Okay then. I’ll ask you in a way that will make you cry happy tears.”
“Okay good, but don’t make me cry in any other way than happy tears. Ever. You promise?”
“I promise.”
She leaned her head on my shoulder, whispering, “I trust you.”












USA Today Bestselling Author of Keeping her Under The Mistletoe, Lost Boy, El Santo, El Pecador, Ends Here, Keeping Her Wet, Road to Nowhere, El Diablo, The Good Ol' Boys Standalone Series, The VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, and Two Sides. M. Robinson loves her readers more than anything! They have given her the title of the ‘Queen of Angst.’ She loves to connect with her following through all her social media platforms and also through email! Please keep in touch in her reader group VIP on Facebook, if she’s not in there than she is on Instagram. She lives in Brandon Fl with the love of her life, her lobster, and husband Bossman. They have two German shepherd mixes, a gordito Wheaten Terrier and a user Tabby cat. She is extremely close to her family, and when she isn’t living the cave life writing her epic love stories, she is spending money shopping. Anywhere and everywhere. She loves reading and spending time with her family and friends whenever she can. Stay connected with her on social media!


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In a world where I had no say, violence became my refuge, and nothing else mattered.  Not even my own life.  Until her.  Skyler Bell.  It all started the first time I heard that voice. Giving me hope for tomorrow. My first love was everything all at once.  Consuming.  Maddening.  Forever.  Mine.  Except, I never imagined there were secrets that needed to be shared. Lies that needed to be confessed. Truths that needed to be told.  Demons that needed to be buried.  Once I realized the depth, the longing, the sadness and sorrow in her eyes mirrored mine, it was too late. Love didn't come to me as heartbreak, it came as everything I've ever wanted. Walking away wasn't an option, but it was the only choice I had.  I finally found the price of love and it cost me...  My soul.  FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED  AMAZON US:  https://amzn.to/2K8g91o  AMAZON UK:  https://amzn.to/2M6hNBG  AMAZON CA:  https://amzn.to/2NSVJw0  AMAZON AU:  https://amzn.to/2NV4tBV

In a world where I had no say, violence became my refuge, and nothing else mattered.
Not even my own life.
Until her.
Skyler Bell.
It all started the first time I heard that voice. Giving me hope for tomorrow. My first love was everything all at once.
Consuming.
Maddening.
Forever.
Mine.
Except, I never imagined there were secrets that needed to be shared. Lies that needed to be confessed. Truths that needed to be told.
Demons that needed to be buried.
Once I realized the depth, the longing, the sadness and sorrow in her eyes mirrored mine, it was too late. Love didn't come to me as heartbreak, it came as everything I've ever wanted. Walking away wasn't an option, but it was the only choice I had.
I finally found the price of love and it cost me...
My soul.

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Never seen before NYE Scene from El Santo! Happy New Year!

🌟HAPPY NEW YEARS🌟  Damien & Amira never before seen NYE scene :  #ElSanto   #ElPecador   I walked into Rosarío's house fifteen minutes before the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve. She was throwing her annual party to ring in the new year, surrounded by all her friends who were more like family. I’d known them probably as long as I’d known Rosarío, but I wasn’t there for them. I made my way through the crowd of people who were dancing around the room, celebrating the impending arrival of another year. They were laughing and cheering, counting down the minutes exactly how I was, but for entirely different reasons. I tried to be discreet and go undetected as I eagerly made my way to the back of the house. Though it didn’t take long for me to find her, I knew exactly where she’d be. The second I stepped foot out into the backyard I jerked back, caught off guard by how beautifully grown up she looked under the pale moonlight. “Jesus, Muñeca! What the fuck are you wearing?” I blurted, causing her to abruptly turn around and look at me. “Damien,” she smiled, immediately peering down at the ground. Wiping away a tear, hoping it would go unnoticed. Fully aware that I always noticed everything. Especially when it came to her. “What are you doing here? I thought you had to work.” “I’m here for you,” I simply stated the truth, not realizing what that could have meant to an almost fifteen-year-old girl. There was sadness in her eyes as she replied, “Mama Rosa bought me this dress today. You don’t like it?” I inadvertently eyed her up and down, taking in the young woman standing in front of me. No longer the little girl I once saved. “No, Amira, I don’t. Where has the time gone?” I asked, thinking out loud. Nodding to her, I added, “Why are you crying?” She locked eyes with me. “Couldn’t just let that go, huh?” “Do I ever?” She chuckled, turning back around to look at her Mariposa garden. “We walked passed a doll store today while we were shopping. I saw my doll Yuly in the window, along with the price tag on her wrist.” She wrapped her arms around her torso as I watched the way her white dress flowed in the soft breeze of the night. “I was too young to realize it back then, but we were poor, Damien. There’s no way my father could afford that doll.” I took a deep breath, knowing where she was going with this. “He stole it for me because he knew how much I wanted a doll and now, here I am almost six years later and I have an arsenal of them… because of you.” When she turned to face me again I was standing right behind her, instinctively placing my jacket on her shoulders. Providing her with any comfort I could before I wiped away another one of her tears. I grabbed her chin to look at me. “And here we are, Muñeca. Almost six years ago I had no one and now I have you. Let’s count the small blessings that we do have, eh?” “Ten, nine, eight, seven,” we overhead the party inside chanting until they screamed out, “One!” I touched the end of her nose. “Happy New Year, Amira.” She didn’t hesitate, throwing her arms around me and repeating, “Happy New Year, Damien." Except she added, "I love you.”  El Santo/Free on KU:  http://amzn.to/2gAECUB  El Pecador Goodreads:  http://bit.ly/2C1uUji

🌟HAPPY NEW YEARS🌟

Damien & Amira never before seen NYE scene : #ElSanto #ElPecador

I walked into Rosarío's house fifteen minutes before the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve. She was throwing her annual party to ring in the new year, surrounded by all her friends who were more like family. I’d known them probably as long as I’d known Rosarío, but I wasn’t there for them. I made my way through the crowd of people who were dancing around the room, celebrating the impending arrival of another year. They were laughing and cheering, counting down the minutes exactly how I was, but for entirely different reasons. I tried to be discreet and go undetected as I eagerly made my way to the back of the house. Though it didn’t take long for me to find her, I knew exactly where she’d be. The second I stepped foot out into the backyard I jerked back, caught off guard by how beautifully grown up she looked under the pale moonlight.
“Jesus, Muñeca! What the fuck are you wearing?” I blurted, causing her to abruptly turn around and look at me.
“Damien,” she smiled, immediately peering down at the ground. Wiping away a tear, hoping it would go unnoticed. Fully aware that I always noticed everything.
Especially when it came to her.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had to work.”
“I’m here for you,” I simply stated the truth, not realizing what that could have meant to an almost fifteen-year-old girl.
There was sadness in her eyes as she replied, “Mama Rosa bought me this dress today. You don’t like it?”
I inadvertently eyed her up and down, taking in the young woman standing in front of me. No longer the little girl I once saved. “No, Amira, I don’t. Where has the time gone?” I asked, thinking out loud. Nodding to her, I added, “Why are you crying?”
She locked eyes with me. “Couldn’t just let that go, huh?”
“Do I ever?”
She chuckled, turning back around to look at her Mariposa garden. “We walked passed a doll store today while we were shopping. I saw my doll Yuly in the window, along with the price tag on her wrist.” She wrapped her arms around her torso as I watched the way her white dress flowed in the soft breeze of the night. “I was too young to realize it back then, but we were poor, Damien. There’s no way my father could afford that doll.”
I took a deep breath, knowing where she was going with this.
“He stole it for me because he knew how much I wanted a doll and now, here I am almost six years later and I have an arsenal of them… because of you.” When she turned to face me again I was standing right behind her, instinctively placing my jacket on her shoulders. Providing her with any comfort I could before I wiped away another one of her tears.
I grabbed her chin to look at me. “And here we are, Muñeca. Almost six years ago I had no one and now I have you. Let’s count the small blessings that we do have, eh?”
“Ten, nine, eight, seven,” we overhead the party inside chanting until they screamed out, “One!”
I touched the end of her nose. “Happy New Year, Amira.”
She didn’t hesitate, throwing her arms around me and repeating, “Happy New Year, Damien." Except she added, "I love you.”

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BY  USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON
3 FULL LENGTH NOVELS FOR 99 PENNIES





Ysabelle

They say in order to find yourself you have to go home, but what if home is what you’re escaping from. I went to Miami to discover myself; never in my wildest dreams, did I think home would become a three-letter word. 
VIP.
I was the dream. 
I was the illusion. 
I was the fantasy. 
Until him…
Everything went to hell in hand basket the moment we laid eyes on each other. 
I wanted him. 
He wanted me. 

Sebastian

I have always been a man who made decisions based on other people’s feelings, wants, and desires. 
I was selfless. 
I never wanted to hurt anyone. 
Especially her. 
The moment I met her… I wanted her. 
I loved her. 
For the woman she was.
For the woman she wanted to be. 
But most of all…
For the woman she was, when she was with me. 


This isn’t a love story, but a story about love.


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The Madam: 

Some people need love… 

I need sex, money, control, and power. 

Anyone could have those four things, but only one could have VIP. Becoming Madam was never a choice for me, it was a mandated order from the most powerful woman I knew- my mother. I was born to fill her shoes, never to make mistakes, or to show weakness. 

You are the product of your environment. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree; you learn from what you see, not from what you're told. Nature vs. Nurture. I learned from it all; what I saw, what I didn't see, what I was told, and from reading between the lines. 

I was raised with the belief that the world spun ONLY because of me. I held power as far back as I can remember, saw things no one ever talks about, and witnessed illegal acts of sex, drugs, and money by the time I was eighteen. 

You saw a glimpse of me in VIP, now see it from the beginning. Enter my world where anything goes; no judgments, no remorse, no guilt. You play by my rules, or you don’t play at all. There are no limits to what I can do, or to what I can show you…I will ensure my legacy by any means necessary. 

My name is Lilith Veronica Stone, and I am The Madam. 


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MVP:

Ysabelle 

I love you. 
Three words that can make or break you. 
I thought I needed to find myself. I thought I wasn’t happy. I thought I needed more out of life. 
I didn’t. 
I’m more lost now than I was when I left. I have no answers, just endless amounts of questions. It was only a matter of time until the truth came to light. I never imagined it would change my entire life and everything I thought to be true. 
It was all a game. 
Except I wasn’t a player. 
I was a pawn. 

Sebastian 

The end. 
Two words that have several meanings. I never thought I’d lose her. But did I ever really have her… 
Or did VIP? 

Can love conquer all? 







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