{"id":504652,"date":"2019-02-19T08:19:36","date_gmt":"2019-02-19T13:19:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/?p=504652"},"modified":"2019-02-19T08:19:36","modified_gmt":"2019-02-19T13:19:36","slug":"new-release-overture-by-skye-warren","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/new-release-overture-by-skye-warren\/","title":{"rendered":"New Release: Overture by Skye Warren"},"content":{"rendered":"by Skye Warren<\/a>
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\nTitle: Overture<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
\nSeries: North Security #1<\/span><\/span><\/b>
\nAuthor: Skye Warren<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
\nGenre: Contemporary Erotic Romance<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
\nRelease Date: February 19, 2019<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n

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\nForbidden fruit
\nnever tasted this sweet\u2026<\/i><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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\nThe world knows
\nSamantha Brooks as the violin prodigy. She guards her secret truth\u2014the desire
\nshe harbors for her guardian.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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\nLiam North got
\ncustody of her six years ago. She\u2019s all grown up now, but he still treats her
\nlike a child. No matter how much he wants her.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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\nNo matter how bad he
\naches for one taste.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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\nHer sweet overtures
\nbreak down the ex-soldier\u2019s defenses, but there\u2019s more at stake than her body.
\nEvery touch, every kiss, every night. The closer she gets, the more exposed his
\ndarkest secret.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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\nShe\u2019s one step away
\nfrom finding out what happened the night she lost her family. One step away
\nfrom leaving him forever.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\nRest,<\/span><\/i> Liam told me.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nHe\u2019s right
\nabout a lot of things. Maybe he\u2019s right about this. I climb onto the cool pink
\nsheets, hoping that a nap will suddenly make me content with this quiet little
\nlife.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nEven though
\nI know it won\u2019t.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nBesides,
\nI\u2019m too wired to actually sleep. The white lace coverlet is both delicate and
\ncomfy. It\u2019s actually what I would have picked out for myself, except I didn\u2019t
\npick it out. I\u2019ve been incapable of picking anything, of choosing anything, of
\ndeciding anything as part of some deep-seated fear that I\u2019ll be abandoned.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nThe
\ncoverlet, like everything else in my life, simply appeared.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nAnd the
\nperson responsible for its appearance? Liam North.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nI climb
\nunder the blanket and stare at the ceiling. My body feels overly warm, but it
\nstill feels good to be tucked into the blankets. The blankets he<\/i> picked
\nout for me.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nIt\u2019s really
\nso wrong to think of him in a sexual way. He\u2019s my guardian, literally. Legally.
\nAnd he has never done anything to make me think he sees me<\/i> in a sexual
\nway.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nThis is it.
\nThis is the answer.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nI don\u2019t
\nneed to go skinny dipping in the lake down the hill. Thinking about Liam North
\nin a sexual way is my fast car. My parachute out of a plane.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nMy eyes
\nsqueeze shut.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nThat\u2019s all
\nit takes to see Liam\u2019s stern expression, those fathomless green eyes and the
\nglint of dark blond whiskers that are always there by late afternoon. And then
\nthere\u2019s the way he touched me. My forehead, sure, but it\u2019s more than he\u2019s done
\nbefore. That broad palm on my sensitive skin.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nMy thighs
\npress together. They want something between them, and I give them a pillow.
\nEven the way I masturbate is small and timid, never making a sound, barely
\nmoving at all, but I can\u2019t change it now. I can\u2019t moan or throw back my head
\neven for the sake of rebellion.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nBut I can
\npush my hips against the pillow, rocking my whole body as I imagine Liam doing
\nmore than touching my forehead. He would trail his hand down my cheek, my neck,
\nmy shoulder.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nRepressed.
\nI\u2019m so repressed it\u2019s hard to imagine more than that.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nI make
\nmyself do it, make myself trail my hand down between my breasts, where it\u2019s
\nwarm and velvety soft, where I imagine Liam would know exactly how to touch me.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nYou\u2019re
\nso beautiful,<\/span><\/i> he
\nwould say. Your breasts are perfect.<\/i><\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nBecause
\nImaginary Liam wouldn\u2019t care about big breasts. He would like them small and
\nsoft with pale nipples. That would be the absolute perfect pair of breasts for
\nhim.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nAnd he
\nwould probably do something obscene and rude. Like lick them.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nMy hips
\npress against the pillow, almost pushing it down to the mattress, rocking and rocking.
\nThere\u2019s not anything sexy or graceful about what I\u2019m doing. It\u2019s pure instinct.
\nPure need.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nThe
\nbeginning of a climax wraps itself around me. Claws sink into my skin. There\u2019s
\nalmost certain death, and I\u2019m fighting, fighting, fighting for it with the
\npillow clenched hard.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cOh fuck.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nThe words
\ncome soft enough someone else might not hear them. They\u2019re more exhalation of
\nbreath, the consonants a faint break in the sound. I have excellent hearing.
\nRidiculous, crazy good hearing that had me tuning instruments before I could
\nride a bike.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nMy eyes
\nsnap open, and there\u2019s Liam, standing there, frozen. Those green eyes locked on
\nmine. His body clenched tight only three feet away from me. He doesn\u2019t come
\ncloser, but he doesn\u2019t leave.<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nOrgasm
\nbreaks me apart, and I cry out in surprise and denial and relief. \u201cLiam.<\/i>\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nIt goes on
\nand on, the terrible pleasure of it. The wrenching embarrassment of coming
\nwhile looking into the eyes of the man who raised me for the past six years.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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\nAuthor Bio<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
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\nSkye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.<\/span><\/span> <\/div>\n

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