This is a sweet little story. Erin is just a student working her way through college and she has a crush on her employer. Blake is a scarred ex-soldier who doesn't believe that she could be attracted to him because he is too old and unattractive. What's really sweet about this story is that they ...
I really respect the author for putting those warnings on this story. That is part of why I took a look at the sample chapter in the first place. Despite the content of the book and my feelings about them, the use of a strong warning is something that I wish we would see more often in the erotica...
This book was the best in the series so far. It had the lust I was looking for and not so much violence. I knew the twist before it even came. I liked how it ended. I think if the author took a little more time with her story it would have been better. Her books go lightning fast. It is like she ...
I thought with the last story we were done, it seemed like we had our HEA. With this one we start out with our couple happy, Erin seems to nudge Blake to get out of his comfort circle by taking a job at the college where Erin goes. You would think things would be all good at this point, but an ...
This is the conclusion of the dark erotica series written by Skye Warren. And when I say dark, I really mean it. There is a lot of pain in this book, the most hurtful of which is of the emotional kind, though there is plenty of physical pain too.You will see characters returning from Keep me saf...
Wrapping up the series and the semester, this short installation gives is a satisfying ending to our look into the lives of Blake and Erin. After staying away from each other for much of the semester Erin and Blake's love for each other hasn't wavered, tested yes but not wavered. There's some old...
This is the perfect example of a story that should be a short story. It was well written and edited. Not all stories are meant to be novels and this one wasn't. It did however make a *wonderful* short story. It is also a great example of fem-dom, where the domme is not a complete fucking bitch. T...
I really like Skye Warren books, but this one didn't do it for me. I didn't get into the relationship portion at all. It wasn't the sex part that bothered me, that was okay, not great but okay. But since I didn't connect with either character, I was pretty bored. Skye Warren is a great author...
May I please begin by commenting on the gorgeous hunk on the cover...totally drool worthy...want me a piece of that pie...now that I am done obsessing on the man candy, let me get to a great book...completely fell in love with Clint...a soldier who is not only hot but a great guy too...Della is j...
Already she was a late bloomer. Her other friends had already been asked—but they also had time to hang out at the mall for hours and attend the football games. Erin worked between ten and fifteen hours a week with her mother. So when one of the cutest boys in school had not only noticed her, but...
I hated him for calling me that way. I hated myself more for going to him. And I went the way I knew he wanted me to—crawling. A layer of grime covered the concrete floor of the warehouse, but it was only fitting to crawl through muck. This whole game was dirty, and so was I.Carlos looked down at...
As if he knows, he hands me a bottle of water. The seal is already broken. I give him a long look, full of suspicion and dark dread. The corner of his lips tilts up. “You’re thirsty.” “You’re drugging me.” “It’s a long way,” he says, not sounding apologetic in the least. Because he’s right, I tak...
Washing the peanut butter off her face and brushing her two teeth. It’s easier to focus on ordinary tasks than to think about what Luca said to me. But his words are like a seed, and every moment that passes, it burrows a little deeper into the soil of my soul. There was w...
His throat was dry. His whole body ached, as if reminding him he was no longer young and couldn’t afford to act that way. Footsteps came from behind him. He turned slightly. Ah, there she was. Erin. Beautiful Erin with a smile far too bright for this time of day. She sat down on the stool next to...
A woman stood in front of a wide porch. She was obviously pregnant, her belly rounded beneath the loose pink sundress and her hands supporting her back. A young boy rode a tricycle in circles on the gravel driveway. There were no other houses in sight, just a line of trees and then open grassy ...
I breathe in the steam. Tea. West pushed it into my hand a few minutes after sitting me down on his couch. He wrapped a thick afghan throw over my shoulders. Now he’s in the kitchen, speaking in low tones to someone on the phone. Probably Blue. He’ll have to explain why I’m not in police custody—...
I know because I check the entire locker room after Oscar leaves me here. I’m sure he’s standing guard at the only way out. There are three shower stalls with only bricks dividing them—no doors or curtains for privacy. The urinals are also out in the open, up against the wall. Lockers line the ot...
I heard shuffling behind the silver-plated door, achingly slow. Then it opened. A heather-gray T-shirt hung from Drew’s broad shoulders, showing just a hint of smooth skin low on his hips where blue sweatpants sat. I’d always had a fetish for crisp, starchy fabrics, but somehow the loose, baggy f...
The room is empty. No Candy, no Lola, no other girls. Just Ivan, sitting on my stool. He’s waiting for me. I can see that from the stillness of his body, the watchfulness despite his casual pose. He looks huge on that stool where I sit, huge next to...