“Dark, perverse, and unbearably erotic, Pretty When You Cry is Skye Warren at her gritty best.”
~ Anna Zaires, USA Today bestselling author of Twist Me
A new dark romance novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Wanderlust and Prisoner…
I came from a place of dirt floors and holy scriptures. They told me the world outside was full of sin, and the first night I escape, I find out it’s true. Ivan saves me, but he does more than that. He takes me. He makes me his own girl.
My conditioning runs too deep. Ivan sees what I am.
That’s the thing about showing a mouse to a cat. He wants to play. And it’s terrifying, even for me. Because the only thing darker than my past is his.
Praise for Pretty When You Cry
“5 deliciously dark stars! I love how dark and twisted this book is.” – Alpha Book Club
“Skye Warren you keep leaving me speechless and my mind blank with the worst book hangover ever.” – Bibliophile Wonderland Reviews
“When you sit down to write a review and get chills, that’s when you know a story is going to stay with you… Gritty, raw, powerful and most of all beautiful.” – The Book Sirens
“The writing is so incredibly fluid, the characters so intriguing, and the story so captivating. If I could give this book more than five stars, I would. It’s as emotional as it is sexy, and beautiful as it is dark. Absolutely flawless.” – Sammy, Just Let Me Read
“Skye Warren reminds me why I read erotica. It is so well written, so steamy I never know what to do with myself. She writes erotica the way I want it to be written – different, kinky, hot.” – Jessy’s Book Club
“I think it’s safe to say that Skye Warren is my new favorite author in dark romance. Pretty When You Cry was dark, shocking and heartstopping all at once. I loved it!” – Bookfever
“I love this series so much. Every couple is different. Ivan has secrets, and Candy has secrets, and it’s their secrets that ultimately bring them closer. Their connection is fierce, and you finish this book having no doubt of their love.” – Fictional Candy
5 Your Darkest Fantasy Stars! “The story is taboo at its best. The characters are strong and perfectly flawed. Their chemistry is off the charts. If you love the dark side then do not miss this.” – Lina’s Reviews
“The sex was mind-blowingly hot and unique, with pain and the taboo wrapped up in it all. There’s a hint of consensual non-consensuality that gives it a dark and delicious edge.” – Under the Covers book blog
“Skye Warren delivers the most flawless, most beautifully written stories about the dirtiest, most gritty, darkest aspects of life. Her horrifying depictions of violence, sexual depravity and damaged, broken souls are exquisitely dark and brutally brilliant. Pretty When You Cry is the most recent installment in this twisted series about utterly ruined characters who find their way back to life and it completely shattered me.” – Angie and Jessica’s Dreamy Reads
“The characters were beautifully written, they jumped from the pages, leaving a lasting impression. Skye Warren eloquently writes the darkness in her characters, her words are profound, descriptive, and utterly addictive. I bow, Skye Warren.” – Twisted Sisters Book Reviews
Excerpt from Pretty When You Cry
He’s beautiful in a strange and sinful way, one that makes me more afraid. Not colorful exactly. His eyes are a gray color I’ve never seen before, both deep and opaque at the same time. The building itself is beautiful too with its wrought iron gate around a large courtyard. The fountain in the center is broken, but that only adds to the mystique.
The marquee sign reads Grand, a flash of neon pink against the black night.
He steps closer, the light from the sign illuminating his face, making him look even more sinister. “What’s your name?”
I couldn’t answer those other men, but I find something inside for him. I find truth. “I’m not allowed to say my name to someone else.”
He studies me for a long moment, taking in my tangled hair and my white dress. “Why not?”
Because God will punish me. “Because I’m running away.”
He nods like this is what he expected. “Do you have money?”
I have twenty dollars left after bus fare. “Enough.”
His lips twist, and I wonder if that’s what a smile looks like on him. It’s terrifying. “No, you don’t,” he says. “The question is, what would you do to earn some?”
My voice is just a whisper. “I’m a good girl.”
He laughs, and I see that I was wrong before. That wasn’t a smile. It was a taunt. A challenge. This is a real smile, one with teeth. The sound rolls through me like a coming storm, deep and foreboding.
“I know,” he says gently. “What’s your name?”
He studies me. “Pretty name.”
His voice is deep with promise and something else I can’t decipher. All I know is he isn’t really talking about my name. And I know it isn’t really a compliment. “Thank you.”
“Now come inside, Candace.”
He turns and walks away before I can answer. I can feel the night closing in on me, the sharks in the water waiting to strike. It’s not really a choice. I think the man knows that. He’s counting on it. Whatever is going to happen inside will be bad, and the only thing worse is what would have happened outside.
I hurry to catch up with him, almost running across the crumbled driveway, under the marquee sign for the Grand, past the broken fountain, desperate for the dubious safety of the man who could hold the darkness at bay. It’s the same thing that kept me in Harmony Hills for so long—fear and twisted gratitude.