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.
Let’s welcome New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren, who’s here to talk about her writing process and her new book OVERTURE. We understand this is a taboo romance. Can you tell us about it?
Thank you so much for having me!
I’m Skye Warren, author of dangerous and sexy romance such as the Endgame trilogy. My new release OVERTURE is about a violin prodigy who was orphaned as a child and the man who became her guardian. Their relationship is taboo because he has custody of her until she turns eighteen—when their relationship changes!
“Swoon-worthy, forbidden, and sexy, Liam North is my new obsession.” – New York Times bestselling author Claire Contreras
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 a beautiful composition of forbidden love and undeniable desire. Skye has crafted a gripping, sensual, and intense story that left me breathless.” – USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane
Amazon: http://bit.ly/2MK76XA
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2Qtt15z
Apple Books: https://apple.co/2QuX6le
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2QvZ6ts
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2QAJ9Co
That definitely sounds like a forbidden romance! Tell us more about this violin prodigy…
Samantha Brooks was a child prodigy, which put her in the global spotlight at a young age. Her father was a diplomat who traveled around the world.
She was twelve when he passed away, and Liam North took guardianship of her. Since then she’s strived to be a good girl, never stepping out of line, always following the rules.
Liam rules the household with efficiency from his military background, maintaining a sort of distance from Samantha even as his life revolves around her. As she turns eighteen, she begins to break the boundaries they’ve established for the past six years, and Liam is forced to confront his changing feelings for her.
Did you listen to a lot of violin music while writing OVERTURE?
Since the heroine of OVERTURE is a classical violinist, music is a strong thread in the book. Shubert, Heifetz, and Vivaldi each get a nod in the book.
And there’s a particularly dirty scene set to Beethoven’s 5 Secrets.
The interesting thing is that I listened to so much instrumental music while writing my last two books, SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST and THE EVOLUTION OF MAN. But while writing OVERTURE, mostly 90’s pop. It’s funny the way music influences writing. It’s not always a direct line. It makes sense in my head because the Trust Fund duet had somber undertones while OVERTURE has a sexy and youthful vibe.
How do you get ideas for your books?
It’s hard to pinpoint a single place for ideas. There are a million places for ideas. A million ideas that are constantly popping up. I actually don’t write them down when they come to me, because I know that the good ones keep coming back. In fact they won’t leave me alone.
For OVERTURE, I have to give a nod to the other books with this trope that have come before it. My favorite guardian ward romance is SEDUCER by Madeline Hunter. I also love NIKOLAI by Roxie Rivera and LORD OF ICE by Gaelen Goley. I read all three of those books years ago, and I’ve been waiting for the chance to write my own story with this element.
Ahhh, we’ll have to check those out. And of course we’ll one-click OVERTURE right now! Let’s say thank you to Skye Warren for stopping by to share with us.
Thank you for having me! Here are the quick links to make it easy…
Amazon: http://bit.ly/2MK76XA
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2Qtt15z
Apple Books: https://apple.co/2QuX6le
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2QvZ6ts
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2QAJ9Co
Thank you so much for having me!
I’m Skye Warren, author of dangerous and sexy romance such as the Endgame trilogy. My new release OVERTURE is about a violin prodigy who was orphaned as a child and the man who became her guardian. Their relationship is taboo because he has custody of her until she turns eighteen—when their relationship changes!
“Swoon-worthy, forbidden, and sexy, Liam North is my new obsession.” – New York Times bestselling author Claire Contreras
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 a beautiful composition of forbidden love and undeniable desire. Skye has crafted a gripping, sensual, and intense story that left me breathless.” – USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane
Amazon: http://bit.ly/2MK76XA
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2Qtt15z
Apple Books: https://apple.co/2QuX6le
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2QvZ6ts
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2QAJ9Co
That definitely sounds like a forbidden romance! Tell us more about this violin prodigy…
Samantha Brooks was a child prodigy, which put her in the global spotlight at a young age. Her father was a diplomat who traveled around the world.
She was twelve when he passed away, and Liam North took guardianship of her. Since then she’s strived to be a good girl, never stepping out of line, always following the rules.
Liam rules the household with efficiency from his military background, maintaining a sort of distance from Samantha even as his life revolves around her. As she turns eighteen, she begins to break the boundaries they’ve established for the past six years, and Liam is forced to confront his changing feelings for her.
Did you listen to a lot of violin music while writing OVERTURE?
Since the heroine of OVERTURE is a classical violinist, music is a strong thread in the book. Shubert, Heifetz, and Vivaldi each get a nod in the book.
And there’s a particularly dirty scene set to Beethoven’s 5 Secrets.
The interesting thing is that I listened to so much instrumental music while writing my last two books, SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST and THE EVOLUTION OF MAN. But while writing OVERTURE, mostly 90’s pop. It’s funny the way music influences writing. It’s not always a direct line. It makes sense in my head because the Trust Fund duet had somber undertones while OVERTURE has a sexy and youthful vibe.
How do you get ideas for your books?
It’s hard to pinpoint a single place for ideas. There are a million places for ideas. A million ideas that are constantly popping up. I actually don’t write them down when they come to me, because I know that the good ones keep coming back. In fact they won’t leave me alone.
For OVERTURE, I have to give a nod to the other books with this trope that have come before it. My favorite guardian ward romance is SEDUCER by Madeline Hunter. I also love NIKOLAI by Roxie Rivera and LORD OF ICE by Gaelen Goley. I read all three of those books years ago, and I’ve been waiting for the chance to write my own story with this element.
Ahhh, we’ll have to check those out. And of course we’ll one-click OVERTURE right now! Let’s say thank you to Skye Warren for stopping by to share with us.
Thank you for having me! Here are the quick links to make it easy…
Amazon: http://bit.ly/2MK76XA
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2Qtt15z
Apple Books: https://apple.co/2QuX6le
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2QvZ6ts
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2QAJ9Co
The memory of our last talk heats the air between us—about condoms and sex. And the way he walked in on me when I moaned his name. God. I’m not sure I can stand another talk like that. “I’m not naive, Liam. I know you took me in because I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
A muscle in his jaw ticks. “That wasn’t exactly the reason. And even though I didn’t know you before I took custody, I’ve grown to care about you over the years. If I didn’t state it clearly enough, then the fault lies with me. I wasn’t raised to show… affection.”
I stare at him, incredulous. Affection? It’s a cold comfort to a girl who’s always wanted the surety of forever. And the word might as well be alien to a man like him. “I’m going to tour the country. The world. I’m leaving, Liam.”
He looks away. “Christ.”
Unease moves through me. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come back?”
“I don’t know why you would want to.”
“Because I care about you.” Liam is six feet of pure muscle and hard will. There’s no way someone like me could go up against him and win. Except that when I take a step closer, he tenses. Another step and he goes still as stone. It gives me a sense of power, enough that I take the final step. “I care about you even though you’re controlling.”
There’s only an inch between the ruffle of my blouse and the flat of his abs.
“You think I’m going to apologize for keeping you safe?” he mutters. “You think I give a damn that you’re mad at me as long as you’re in one piece? That’s the only thing that matters.”
“Because you think of me like a daughter?”
He shakes his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. “No.”
“No?” I whisper.
“When I walked in on you…” His voice is hoarse. “I didn’t think of you like a daughter.”
I should probably be horrified that he would think about me in any way other than family, except I’m the one who started it. I take a step closer, and there’s nowhere for him to go. He’s already backed up against the wall. This big, strong man who could probably make a whole army quake—or at least a battalion. And he’s cornered by me.
This close I can see the green of his eyes, so dark they’re almost emerald, flecked with gold. A scar bisects one dark eyebrow, probably a scar from something terrifying and deadly.
“How did you think of me?” I’m afraid to know the answer, but I’m even more terrified of never knowing. Of being a nameless, faceless body in that writhing crowd, hooking up with a stranger when the man I really want is standing right in front of me, inches away, his breath a feather-touch on my forehead.
A small shake of his head. “It’s not right.”
I’m not sure what right and wrong mean when it comes to us, but I know what it means for music. Someone can play a piece with perfect timing and notation. They can hit every single note, but it still won’t have passion. That part comes from inside. “Then be wrong with me. Don’t make me do it alone.”
I push up on my toes, pressing my lips against his in a blind, artless kiss. I’m off center of his mouth, kissing the corner. He stands still as a statue, letting me wobble on my heels, letting me fall against him, only my broken kiss to balance me.
Grief beats against my ribs. He’s going to make me do it alone. Of course he is. I’m always alone. A small sound escapes me. Loneliness. Pain. It vibrates against his mouth, sound made real.
He jolts as if I’ve shocked him. Something unspools inside him. I feel it in the inch of air between us. And then I feel it in my lips. He takes over the kiss with shocking possession, his hand behind my head, his body turning us so I’m against the wall. He looms in front of me, blocking out the view. There are no vinyl records on the wall, no bass thrumming through concrete and steel. There’s only him, only this. How is it possible that only a few minutes ago I felt powerful? I didn’t know what this would be. I couldn’t know the way I’d revel in surrender.
His tongue touches the seam of my lips, a pure electric sensation that makes me jump. I part my lips in surprise, pulling in the scent of him—man and earth, salt and sea. He tastes elemental. His tongue swipes the tender inside of my bottom lip. It’s more sensitive there than I could have imagined. I feel the slickness of the caress all the way in my core. My thighs clench together.
So careful. So wary. I touch my tongue against his. He’s the one who groans.
His hand fists in my hair, creating a delicious little ache. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he breathes, and I try to shake my head; it only makes him pull harder.
“Liam… I need…” It’s like the bedroom when he walked in on me, my hips rocking, mindless, hungry. Worse than that. My whole body is moving restlessly against him.
He tears himself away with a hard sound. Only an inch away. A rough tremor runs through him. It’s a small comfort, knowing that I’ve moved this man. Knowing how much control he has, knowing it’s eroded. But only a small comfort. He still leaves me panting against the door.
“I’m supposed to protect you,” he says, his voice taut with guilt.
A muscle in his jaw ticks. “That wasn’t exactly the reason. And even though I didn’t know you before I took custody, I’ve grown to care about you over the years. If I didn’t state it clearly enough, then the fault lies with me. I wasn’t raised to show… affection.”
I stare at him, incredulous. Affection? It’s a cold comfort to a girl who’s always wanted the surety of forever. And the word might as well be alien to a man like him. “I’m going to tour the country. The world. I’m leaving, Liam.”
He looks away. “Christ.”
Unease moves through me. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come back?”
“I don’t know why you would want to.”
“Because I care about you.” Liam is six feet of pure muscle and hard will. There’s no way someone like me could go up against him and win. Except that when I take a step closer, he tenses. Another step and he goes still as stone. It gives me a sense of power, enough that I take the final step. “I care about you even though you’re controlling.”
There’s only an inch between the ruffle of my blouse and the flat of his abs.
“You think I’m going to apologize for keeping you safe?” he mutters. “You think I give a damn that you’re mad at me as long as you’re in one piece? That’s the only thing that matters.”
“Because you think of me like a daughter?”
He shakes his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. “No.”
“No?” I whisper.
“When I walked in on you…” His voice is hoarse. “I didn’t think of you like a daughter.”
I should probably be horrified that he would think about me in any way other than family, except I’m the one who started it. I take a step closer, and there’s nowhere for him to go. He’s already backed up against the wall. This big, strong man who could probably make a whole army quake—or at least a battalion. And he’s cornered by me.
This close I can see the green of his eyes, so dark they’re almost emerald, flecked with gold. A scar bisects one dark eyebrow, probably a scar from something terrifying and deadly.
“How did you think of me?” I’m afraid to know the answer, but I’m even more terrified of never knowing. Of being a nameless, faceless body in that writhing crowd, hooking up with a stranger when the man I really want is standing right in front of me, inches away, his breath a feather-touch on my forehead.
A small shake of his head. “It’s not right.”
I’m not sure what right and wrong mean when it comes to us, but I know what it means for music. Someone can play a piece with perfect timing and notation. They can hit every single note, but it still won’t have passion. That part comes from inside. “Then be wrong with me. Don’t make me do it alone.”
I push up on my toes, pressing my lips against his in a blind, artless kiss. I’m off center of his mouth, kissing the corner. He stands still as a statue, letting me wobble on my heels, letting me fall against him, only my broken kiss to balance me.
Grief beats against my ribs. He’s going to make me do it alone. Of course he is. I’m always alone. A small sound escapes me. Loneliness. Pain. It vibrates against his mouth, sound made real.
He jolts as if I’ve shocked him. Something unspools inside him. I feel it in the inch of air between us. And then I feel it in my lips. He takes over the kiss with shocking possession, his hand behind my head, his body turning us so I’m against the wall. He looms in front of me, blocking out the view. There are no vinyl records on the wall, no bass thrumming through concrete and steel. There’s only him, only this. How is it possible that only a few minutes ago I felt powerful? I didn’t know what this would be. I couldn’t know the way I’d revel in surrender.
His tongue touches the seam of my lips, a pure electric sensation that makes me jump. I part my lips in surprise, pulling in the scent of him—man and earth, salt and sea. He tastes elemental. His tongue swipes the tender inside of my bottom lip. It’s more sensitive there than I could have imagined. I feel the slickness of the caress all the way in my core. My thighs clench together.
So careful. So wary. I touch my tongue against his. He’s the one who groans.
His hand fists in my hair, creating a delicious little ache. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he breathes, and I try to shake my head; it only makes him pull harder.
“Liam… I need…” It’s like the bedroom when he walked in on me, my hips rocking, mindless, hungry. Worse than that. My whole body is moving restlessly against him.
He tears himself away with a hard sound. Only an inch away. A rough tremor runs through him. It’s a small comfort, knowing that I’ve moved this man. Knowing how much control he has, knowing it’s eroded. But only a small comfort. He still leaves me panting against the door.
“I’m supposed to protect you,” he says, his voice taut with guilt.
“ESCORT is perfection only Skye Warren can deliver—a poetically erotic tale of exquisitely damaged characters, devastating secrets, revenge and redemption.” – Samanthe Beck, USA Today bestselling author
“Hypnotically romantic…this book reads like a sensual dream and I didn’t want to wake up.” – Tessa Bailey, New York Times bestselling author
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