This post contains affiliate links you can use to purchase the book. If you buy the book using that link, I will receive a small commission from the sale.Overture by Skye Warren
Series: North Security #1
Published by Self Published on 2/17/19
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotica
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Forbidden fruit never tasted this sweet…
The world knows Samantha Brooks as the violin prodigy. She guards her secret truth—the desire she harbors for her guardian.
Liam North got custody of her six years ago. She’s all grown up now, but he still treats her like a child. No matter how much he wants her.
No matter how bad he aches for one taste.
Her sweet overtures break down the ex-soldier’s defenses, but there’s more at stake than her body. Every touch, every kiss, every night. The closer she gets, the more exposed his darkest secret.
She’s one step away from finding out what happened the night she lost her family. One step away from leaving him forever.
OVERTURE is the first novel in a brand new series from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren.
This was just what I needed. I needed Skye Warren to ENSNARE me in a deliciously forbidden storyline with morally questionable characters and a story rich with heartache and longing. I’m IN this series completely and I can’t wait for what’s to come
4 “Yes. This.” Stars
Taboo, suspenseful and deliciously sexy, Overture is EXACTLY why I return to Skye Warren again and again. This storyline seriously toed the line between “oh this is gonna be so good” and “oh my word, is this gonna end well?!?” There are some boundaries that just shouldn’t be crossed and the dynamic between Samantha Brooks and Liam North is definitely one of those questionable lines where I was constantly wondering how far Warren would go, how far readers would allow the boundary to be pushed before deciding it was too much. (Spoiler alert: it was never too far for me!)
I was HOOKED by this story and in the moments where I had no choice but to put the book down, I still couldn’t stop thinking about it. The forbidden stolen moments were the most delicious, most addictive, most exhilarating, even in their absolute wrongness. I just loved it.
I was left dumb struck by the ending, left ravenous for more. There’s just so much here… the mystery of their history, the underlying current of a constant invisible threat, and the devastating sexual tension between two characters who probably shouldn’t… but so definitely should… It was just what I needed. I needed Skye Warren to ENSNARE me in a deliciously forbidden storyline with morally questionable characters and a story rich with heartache and longing. I’m IN this series completely and I can’t wait for what’s to come
Rest, Liam told me.
He’s right about a lot of things. Maybe he’s right about this. I climb onto the cool pink sheets, hoping that a nap will suddenly make me content with this quiet little life.
Even though I know it won’t.
Besides, I’m too wired to actually sleep. The white lace coverlet is both delicate and comfy. It’s actually what I would have picked out for myself, except I didn’t pick it out. I’ve been incapable of picking anything, of choosing anything, of deciding anything as part of some deep-seated fear that I’ll be abandoned.
The coverlet, like everything else in my life, simply appeared.
And the person responsible for its appearance? Liam North.
I climb under the blanket and stare at the ceiling. My body feels overly warm, but it still feels good to be tucked into the blankets. The blankets he picked out for me.
It’s really so wrong to think of him in a sexual way. He’s my guardian, literally. Legally. And he has never done anything to make me think he sees me in a sexual way.
This is it. This is the answer.
I don’t need to go skinny dipping in the lake down the hill. Thinking about Liam North in a sexual way is my fast car. My parachute out of a plane.
My eyes squeeze shut.
That’s all it takes to see Liam’s stern expression, those fathomless green eyes and the glint of dark blond whiskers that are always there by late afternoon. And then there’s the way he touched me. My forehead, sure, but it’s more than he’s done before. That broad palm on my sensitive skin.
My thighs press together. They want something between them, and I give them a pillow. Even the way I masturbate is small and timid, never making a sound, barely moving at all, but I can’t change it now. I can’t moan or throw back my head even for the sake of rebellion.
But I can push my hips against the pillow, rocking my whole body as I imagine Liam doing more than touching my forehead. He would trail his hand down my cheek, my neck, my shoulder.
Repressed. I’m so repressed it’s hard to imagine more than that.
I make myself do it, make myself trail my hand down between my breasts, where it’s warm and velvety soft, where I imagine Liam would know exactly how to touch me.
You’re so beautiful, he would say. Your breasts are perfect.
Because Imaginary Liam wouldn’t care about big breasts. He would like them small and soft with pale nipples. That would be the absolute perfect pair of breasts for him.
And he would probably do something obscene and rude. Like lick them.
My hips press against the pillow, almost pushing it down to the mattress, rocking and rocking. There’s not anything sexy or graceful about what I’m doing. It’s pure instinct. Pure need.
The beginning of a climax wraps itself around me. Claws sink into my skin. There’s almost certain death, and I’m fighting, fighting, fighting for it with the pillow clenched hard.
The words come soft enough someone else might not hear them. They’re more exhalation of breath, the consonants a faint break in the sound. I have excellent hearing. Ridiculous, crazy good hearing that had me tuning instruments before I could ride a bike.
My eyes snap open, and there’s Liam, standing there, frozen. Those green eyes locked on mine. His body clenched tight only three feet away from me. He doesn’t come closer, but he doesn’t leave.
Orgasm breaks me apart, and I cry out in surprise and denial and relief. “Liam.”
It goes on and on, the terrible pleasure of it. The wrenching embarrassment of coming while looking into the eyes of the man who raised me for the past six years.
About the Author
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. 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, sweet dogs, and evil cat.