Beauty Lover

A classic romantic thriller that you will never forget.

The most romantic novel you can read

Who is A. Martin?
A. Martín is passionate about women, idolizes their bodies, and ultimately captures their hearts. He turns them into prisoners addicted to eroticism, romance, and passion. The story promises to envelop readers in a mix of beautiful love, lust, and obsession.

Do you dare to make the trip of your life with A. Martin?

The lover… Just imagine

Start reading the beginning. It will intrigue you…

Who is A. Martin?

My name is A. Martin. You have never heard my name, and when you finish reading this story you will never hear it again. It is so weird what people sometimes discover in books and in the stories they are told; hidden meanings that neither previous readers nor even the author, would think of. I do not think you can learn anything from me, at least nothing good. But I do know that I have to write, just as once undoubtedly knew that I should kill someone. And I know for fact that I must write because I find myself more and more often thinking about the past, as if I had been struck by a melancholic fever of which I never thought myself vulnerable.

I struggle against it, especially now that I can touch with my fingertips that future with which I have always dreamed of and for which I have worked so hard.

When I finish writing this I’ll wipe the slate clean. That is why I know that when you close this book you’ll never hear my name again…

…I caught her between my arms again. She let herself enjoy and ran her hands over my shoulders, arms, and back. I rubbed the line where her breasts met with my lips. She slid her panties down over her thick thighs and over her feet. I made her lift both legs alternately; then she left her panties next to her jacket.

I finally unbuttoned the last button on her dress and beheld her white hips; slightly wide, soft and tender. Her hair stood on end when my lips and hands caressed her. My gestures kept pace with the melancholy of the music. I hugged her around the waist and carried her to bed; I placed her there like a new born babe. While I kissed her I noticed she was enjoying it. She was less and less reluctant. I took off my shirt and my head went down to her belly. I overcame the resistance of her thighs with kisses and she finally opened up. She had groomed her pubic hair for a lover who had abandoned her. It was short and black; contrasting her blond hair. It was really exciting…

Beauty Lover
Secrets, betrayals, and intense passion. This story involves boundless eroticism and promises to reveal a woman in ways never before imagined.

An unforgettable experience.