Erin cleans Mr. Morris’s house twice a week, soaking up every moment with the reclusive ex-soldier she secretly loves. Blake Morris knows he’s scarred both inside and out and is no good for the beautiful young woman who cleans his house to pay for college. But when Erin walks in on Blake touching himself and moaning her name, all bets are off.
Beauty Touched the Beast is a short erotic story of lovers finding refuge with each other. Not for those under 18 years of age or those uncomfortable with the subject matter.
“Sweet, touching and erotic, Beauty Touched the Beast was wonderful.” – Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
By reader request, this short story has been continued by several more novellas. Each installment has a happy ending, but you can read all of them for Blake and Erin’s full story. The series is now complete.
Keywords: new adult, beauty and the beast, tortured hero, professor/student, billionaire, wealthy, maid, college student, free, freebie, romance
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Praise For Beauty Touched the Beast
“Beauty Touched the Beast was a sweetly erotic story. In contrast to some erotic shorts Skye Warren gave us insight into the characters personalities and psyche.She made me really feel connected to Erin and Blake. I enjoyed the irony of both hero and heroine thinking they shouldn’t want each other … Sweet, touching and erotic, Beauty Touched the Beast was wonderful.” – Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
“I love a scarred hero and Blake was perfect in every way. I even loved his vulnerabilities and wanted to hug him tight.” – Punya’s Reviews
“It was well written and had a great blend of heart tingling warmth as well as panty scorching heat.” – Riverina Romantics
“Loved this version of Beauty and the Beast. What a clever, sexy, and inventive way to recreate this classic tale. By far one of the best erotic retellings of the story.” – Sir’s kitten
“It was a short, hot read with some of my favorite themes–older man/younger woman, and beauty/beast.”- Penelope’s Romance Reviews
“Blake was so lovely and kind; he reminded me of a rock: strong and reliable. His and Erin’s relationship was sweet and touching I really didn’t want their story to end. I loved how Blake wasn’t a mirror image of “prince charming” but he oozed charisma through his own soulful charm.” – Kit, Goodreads reviewer
“Very enjoyable, quick, and super damn steamy… Beauty touched the Beast was a phenomenal short erotic novella.” – Reading on the Wild Side
“It’s obvious they both challenged each other mentally, and that they both had a healthy dose of respect for one another.” – Ms Romantic Reads
“Loved this book!! Plenty of laughter and sex, and keep you reading.” – littlemiss, All Romance reviewer
“I love Skye Warren’s writing style, imagination and the originality. Any erotic romance lover will enjoy this original and touching read.” – Romance Book Junkies
Excerpt from Beauty Touched the Beast
Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight. Mr. Morris lay on the bed, his skin damp from a bath, a towel in disarray around his waist. Only his hand covered him at all from her view – his fist on his cock. And as she watched, it pulled down, baring a glistening head, and back up.
He was masturbating. Shit!
She ought to leave. She really should turn around, walk away and absolutely not watch. Instead she stood, her eyes riveted to his exposed cock standing up thick from his taut grip.
“God, baby,” he moaned, his eyes closed, “suck it, please.”
Every bit of her, from her tingling skin to her thudding heart jolted in response. Her lips parted, as if she could obey him from across the room. Her clit throbbed at the sound of his rasping voice, saying such dirty words. At the sight of his muscled body and thick, standing cock.
“Yes. Yes. So beautiful. God.” His other hand cupped his balls. “That’s right, baby. Lick them. Suck them.”
Her mesmerized gaze spanned to his face, snared on the interplay of shiny scar tissue and ruddy, healthy skin twisted in a grimace of pleasure. His burns and coarse features might make him repulsive to some, but when she saw only Blake, with his brilliant ideas and gruff kindness.
“Touch yourself. Yeah, yeah. Take me deep in your mouth and stick your fingers in your cunt.”
Her thighs squeezed together where she stood, giving herself relief from the ache at her core. She wanted more – more pressure, a stronger touch, but if she moved her legs or her hands, she’d have to acknowledge that what she was doing, being a voyeur was wrong.
He moaned her name. “Erin…”
Then he came, spurting into his cupped hand.
From shock, from arousal, she let out a sound – a whimper. Heavy lids slid open as he turned to look at her. His eyes, the green-brown eyes that were usually filled with good humor or earnestness, now stared at her in horror.