My name is Kristina.
My past is violent and dark, complex and complicated. I wasn’t living, I was struggling to survive. And years passed before I finally mustered the courage to say out loud. “I am a victim.”
I found salvation from the violence on a family farm. And my chaotic life finally steered toward normality.
I didn’t look for love, but it found me nonetheless. One look at Viktor – a beautiful man with a magical voice – was enough to sway my world.
And beside him, I finally started to live…
Lita T’s Review:
The Final Victory by M. Eror- Kristina’s life has been filled with heartache and violence. Trying to get her life together she is just living, doing the best she can to keep her head above water. When her abuser finds her and send her to the hospital she has to take further precautions to try and keep her and her son safe. Now she is living on a farm where she can be safe and raise her son in a quiet and peaceful life. What she doesn’t expect is for the owner of the land’s son to come home from America. Their relationship eventually turns from friends to much more however forces seen and unseen do not want them to get closer. This is their story of trying to find their HEA. I found the story to be cute and enjoyable except for the violence and the hurt. There was even an unexpected twist to the story. Overall The Final Victory was a good read. I voluntarily read an Advanced Reader Copy of the book and give the story 3.5 stars.
My insides are squirming, contracting, and increasingly yearning for his flesh as hard as steel. I moan imploringly. He smiles and his warm breath travels down my femininity. My thighs are shaking, my stomach trembling. His tongue lazily plows my groove. Up and down. Every touch is gentle and careful, the rhythm controlled. Everything he does is dedicated only to one goal – to take me into a world of ecstasy by worshipping me.
“Giiive me…” I wail.
He lets out a guttural growl and straightens up abruptly. He turns me over, grabs a pillow, and puts it under my stomach. He leans forward, presses his nose into my hair and whispers in my ear. “Do you know what you do to me when you beg me like that?”
Oh, fuck! The raw dominance in his voice makes my pulse race. My fists feverishly clutch the soft cotton sheets. I’m waiting – with my face and chest pressed against the mattress, my back curved in an arch, and my butt high in the air. I’m exposed. My breathing is heavy. I patiently wait for what will happen next.
He straddles me. His large hand appears before my eyes, right next to mine. His strength mesmerizes me. The decisive movements with which he unconditionally carries out his will awaken a primal desire – a desire to be possessed, by him and nobody else.
About M. Eror
* Pure Fantasy is my debut novel and it is dedicated to the victims of domestic violence; but I will quote one of my reviewers: “It addresses an issue faced by many women throughout the world, and does so in a positive way.”
** I celebrate friendship and crazy families, caring men, love and romance with a little bit of erotic scenes just to spice it all up.
There’s no sex scene in every chapter.
***So, if you like sweet romance novels I could be a writer for you 🙂
Self-published since August 2015.
I write under the pen name M.Eror