Mia longs for the daily torture to end, but one last task keeps her holding on. In a betrayal of the crime lord who pulled her from the gutter, she’ll free the shipment of human cargo, and if she’s lucky, die in the process. The alternative is unfathomable, even to a woman well-versed in erotic torture. But luck abandons her yet again when she meets the security expert in charge of the shipment and finds herself face to face with her childhood crush. The man she once begged for help. The man who failed her.
Tyler Martinez is an undercover FBI agent with one chance to right the wrongs of his past. Thrust deep into the seedy world of human trafficking, he must put aside his guilt over abandoning Mia all those years ago in order to save her now.
Someone’s pulling the strings in this sadistic play on trust, but Tyler and Mia may not live long enough to see the curtain fall. Trust in Me is a story of erotic pain and incipient romance, spiraling ever faster toward betrayal or redemption.
“Dark, disturbing, haunting, and beautiful, Skye Warren will take you into the depths of depravity but bring you home, safe in the end.” – Kitty Thomas, author of Comfort Food
What readers are saying…
“Good gracious! Skye Warren is a true mistress of dark and twisted love stories. As the sequel to KEEP ME SAFE, TRUST IN ME affirms Ms. Warren’s talent for creating broken characters in dire situations, but leaving readers with hope at the end.” – The Forbidden Bookshelf
“Trust In Me is strong, dark and twisted, exactly how a dark erotica book should be.” – Darkest Sins
“If ever there was a time to heed the author’s foreward, it would be with this book. Whereas in some nonconsent/SM books, there is some pleasure, pleasurable moments for Mia are few and rare. It is no wonder she trusts no one, which does lead to misunderstandings, and amazing that she still has the capacity to hope. Well-written continuation of the series, definitely curious as to the depth of pain in the next book.” – S. Richards, Amazon reviewer
“This is not your typical love story, but a story and a journey of a woman whose never known love. Skye Warren’s dark erotica tale, it goes there, and pushes the reader in to a world that may not be for some readers, but strokes the curiosity of others as well.” – Romance Novel Junkies
“I devoured Trust in Me because it was good from the first word right until the last one. Skye Warren knows how to deliver a powerfully poignant story that will keep her readers engrossed.” – Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
“I think this author does a really great job at not just showing Mia as a physical whore, but presenting her mental status as a whore is done so well.” – Smexy Books
“This book is definitely not for the faint of heart and as I said before, it feels wrong to say I enjoyed this book but the writing was fantastic. Any book that can pull such an emotional response from me in just 100 pages I have to say a big thank you to the author!” – Sam, E and R’s Awesomeness
“This story includes intrigue, human perseverance against the impossible, passion and non-consensual sex, disciplinary beatings and the desperate drive of one woman to make a difference in a world that has been unkind to her. The most interesting aspect of Skye Warren’s story is the ambiguity between good and bad. Figuring out who’s who was part of what kept me reading into the early morning hours.” – FallenDepths, Amazon reviewer
“I was captured from the very first sentence, drawn into the story as if watching it play out in my own mind. The story pacing and flow of information were flawless. The characters were obviously flawed, yet undeniably realistic. No matter how brutal the story it ended with a HEA and a feeling of hope.” – Wicked Reads
“Trust In Me… this is a fabulous story. I’m not even sure how to classify this book. Erotica, Dark Erotica, Suspense, Romance… all of the above? This story is so multifaceted that I’m still thinking about it a week later.” – Fictional Candy
“It felt like I was reading a much longer book and it was a very intense read. Palpable. Tight.” – Manic Readers
“The author plays with metaphors and imagery in a prominent way to express Mia’s abuse at the hands the men in her life. This story was literally hard to put down.” – Night Owl Reviews
“Be warned, Trust in Me is not for the faint of heart…Certainly a well written piece and one that will stay with you.” – Coffee Beans, Love Scenes Reviews
“Mia’s character is very well written and as I read the story through her eyes I don’t see the mistreated Mia, but a strong young lady who will do whatever it takes to survive and save others.” – Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“Skye Warren has brought a painful and realistic dark tale of human trafficking, prostitution, and masochism to light. Trust in Me is full of twists and angst and kept me trying to discern what would happen next in Mia and Tyler’s world of pain.” – Romantic Reading Escapes
Excerpt from Trust in Me:
Tyler sighed, resigned. “Okay. Come on.”
And really, isn’t that just what every girl wants to hear from a guy agreeing to fuck her? But I wasn’t like every girl. This was a job, that was all.
He led me to the bed and pulled me down with him. But I didn’t want him, not like this. I didn’t want him to have sex with me, not if he didn’t want me. I only remained here to protect those girls from forced sex, from rape. I couldn’t do the same thing to Tyler, not even to spare myself pain.
“Wait,” I said. “You don’t have to do this. Please don’t.”
“I have to,” he said, his teeth gritted.
This was all wrong. “You don’t want this,” I whispered.
He pulled my hand to his jeans where I felt his hardness pushing against the zipper. “Does this feel like I don’t want it?”
I already knew the body had nothing to do with the mind. “No,” I said. “I can tell you don’t. It doesn’t matter about me.”
He pushed me onto my back and loomed over me. “This is happening. Are you going to fight me?”
I shook my head. No, I wouldn’t—couldn’t—fight Tyler, not ever. No matter how I pledged my allegiance to Carlos, I couldn’t help but fight and resist every time he hurt me. With Tyler, it hurt just to be near him, but I’d endure it, if only to pretend a few minutes more.
He kissed me again, and it was almost real. Like a real kiss between two people having sex, as if I knew what that felt like. Both of us were doing this for business or to avoid pain or whatever reason, but none having to do with passion or pleasure. Still, I felt a long-buried stirring of passion. And, too, I felt pleasure as his lips molded over mine and his body lowered.
The weight of him, the heat of him, was delicious. Somehow I felt safe with him, which was a stupid error to make after working so hard and so long to be careful. He was working with Carlos—I couldn’t forget that. If Carlos ever found out I was double-crossing him, he wouldn’t kill me. He would keep me alive and make me wish I were dead.
Tyler’s hands found my breasts and easily slipped under the small halter top. He looked down at my breast in his hand. I knew I had beautiful breasts. Not because they looked beautiful to me—I hated the sight of them—but because I’d been told so. From very young, I’d been told how pretty they were—large, despite my lanky body, and pale with dark, hardened tips.
He groaned, just staring. “So beautiful.”
I hated that he said that, that he noticed what all the other men had noticed, that he was like them after all. At the same time, I almost preened. At least I had pleased him in some way. One of these days my contradictions would tear me apart.
His fingertip, blunt and rough, traced from the top of the slope to the tip.
“Why are you doing this?” he muttered, and it didn’t sound like he was talking to me but to himself.
Why was he doing this? Why did he need to get mixed up with Carlos? It would only end badly for Tyler. I had seen enough of Carlos’s business partners disappear to know that. God, but I didn’t want to think that Tyler would even want to be involved. Carlos had lots of different businesses, but they were all bad—drugs, guns. And my personal crusade, my curse, human trafficking. Which was Tyler involved in?
“You shouldn’t be here,” slipped out on a moan.
“I know,” he said, still mesmerized by my hated breasts.
“It isn’t right.” Why couldn’t he see? I wanted him to be good, but if he couldn’t do that, then at least I wanted him to be safe.
“I can’t stop,” he said.