Author: Skye Warren
Release dates: Nov. 2011 - July 15, 2013 (serial release)
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult/Adult
Event organized by: AToMR Tours
*The first novella, Beauty Touched the Beast, is currently free on Amazon and B&N*
Buy Links:
Beauty Touched the Beast (Beauty #1) ~ Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Beneath the Beauty (Beauty #2) ~ Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Broken Beauty (Beauty #3) ~ Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Beauty Becomes You (Beauty #4) ~ Release Date July 15, 2013.
Beauty
Touched the Beast (Beauty #1):
Erin cleans Mr.
Morris’s house twice a week, soaking up every moment with the reclusive
ex-soldier she secretly loves. Blake
Morris knows he’s scarred both
inside and out and is no good for the beautiful young woman who cleans his
house to pay for college. But when Erin
walks in on Blake touching himself and
moaning her name, all bets are off.
Beneath
the Beauty (Beauty #2):
In the long
anticipated sequel to Amazon Erotica Bestseller Beauty Touched the Beast, Erin and Blake explore their new intimacy and encounter old
enemies.
When Blake
receives an offer to return to his alma mater as associate professor, he knows
this is his chance to reenter the world—and to be worthy of the woman he loves.
Erin
wants this chance for him to heal… even if it means leaving her behind.
Broken Beauty
(Beauty #3)
A troubling
revelation puts Blake ’s newfound
career in jeopardy and Erin ’s
impending graduation at risk. The couple forge ahead, determined that love
conquers all. They find a new depth to their respect for one another and new
heights for their sensual play, but secrets and shadows lay in wait along the
path.
Beauty
Becomes You (Beauty #4)
No description
available. Soon-to-be released July 15, 2013.
“Hey, professor.
You have a minute?”
Maybe for the
first time, she studied him critically. One half of his face was handsome,
beautiful even. The other was matted with heavy burn scars from the top of his
lip to his temple. His eye was still functional but the shape didn’t match the
other side, giving him a lopsided appearance.
She liked
everything about the way he looked. The bravery of his military service, the
bravery he showed going out into the world despite how people judged him. How
precious it was that he’d lived, that he was with her.
Suffused with
sudden emotion, she shoved the coffees onto a cluttered file cabinet and
launched her arms around his neck. He caught her with an oomph but soon after tightened his embrace into a hug.
“What’s gotten
into you?” he asked, laughing slightly.
I’m
so proud of you. But she didn’t want to bring it up if
he hadn’t heard those girls. He seemed in good spirits. Instead she said, “Missed
you.”
“You saw me last
night,” he reminded her.
She pulled back,
smiling slyly. “And again this morning.”
His eyes
darkened, and she felt him thickening against her belly. He was so quick to
arousal, always ready for more.
Holding his
gaze, she slid her hand down his stomach, taut and flat beneath the button-down
and undershirt she’d watched him don this morning. Her fingers crossed the
ridge of his belt like it was the damned Rubicon—the point of no return. They
were in his office, but they were alone… and damn it, she felt the need to
please him. To pleasure him after those ridiculous girls had sullied him,
whether he knew it or not. She found his erection, thick and pulsing.
He bucked into
her hand, groaning. “Erin .
Erin .”
She loved her
name on his lips.
“Yes?” she asked
innocently. “Is something wrong?”
He gasped out
something she couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter. His body told her what she
needed to know: the heat beneath her palm, the shudder of his thighs beneath
the smooth slacks. God, he looked good in a suit. She almost didn’t blame those
girls for their gawking if they hadn’t been so cruel about his scars.
She sunk down to
her knees, pushing him gently against the wall. Their bodies blocked the door;
no one would be able to walk in and see them. But someone could try, and what
would their excuse be for blocking the way? Even worse, if someone outside were
very near and very quiet, they might be able to hear the ragged breaths
wrenched from Blake’s throat, the rasp of his zipper as she tugged it down, the
low groan as she pulled him out, skin-to-skin.
The risk excited
her. So different from the safe circle of his bedroom. It felt, somehow, like a
declaration. A statement of intent. He’s
mine.
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