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*
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.
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 Blake
walks in on Erin 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,
and Erin Blake explore their new intimacy and encounter old
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.
wants this chance for him to heal… even if it means leaving her behind. Erin
Broken Beauty (Beauty #3)
A troubling revelation puts
career in jeopardy and ’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
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.