Author: Skye Warren
never tasted this sweet…
Samantha Brooks as the violin prodigy. She guards her secret truth—the desire
she harbors for her guardian.
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.
aches for one taste.
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
from finding out what happened the night she lost her family. One step away
from leaving him forever.
FOUR🎩🎩🎩🎩 hats from Heather!
I knew as soon as I started I would absolutely adore this book. Skye Warren has the ability to pull you in right from the start.
Liam is a lost and broken soul. He refuses to see what life could be like with the right person to help get you there. Samantha is a naïve young woman who is very talented, but has no idea what the real word is really like. The emotions that both feel for each other would have some thinking is wrong. He is her guardian and she is the ward he took on at the age of 12 after her father died. As her eighteenth birthday approaches they both are faced with their emotions and how they really feel for each other. The web of secrets and deceit begin to unravel and things from the past are coming back to haunt them. I can not wait to see just how the rest of the story unfolds in the next installment.
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
I know it won’t.
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.
coverlet, like everything else in my life, simply appeared.
person responsible for its appearance? Liam North.
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.
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
This is the answer.
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.
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.
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.
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,
I’m so repressed it’s hard to imagine more than that.
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.
so beautiful, he
would say. Your breasts are perfect.
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
would probably do something obscene and rude. Like lick them.
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.
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.
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.
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.
breaks me apart, and I cry out in surprise and denial and relief. “Liam.”
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.