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She wakes up in a spare room, where the only thing she remembers is her training. A man brings her water and bread. He claims he doesn’t want her, but he can’t seem to resist her.

Maybe this could be enough—to do as she was taught. Maybe she doesn’t have to remember. But the secrets of his past haunt the cabin, fraying the tightening bond between Master and slave.

Her own memories may finally unravel it.

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What readers are saying…

“…achingly detailed, beautifully written, and just so much to experience” – Maryse’s Book Blog

“Skye Warren is sure and confident with dark and uncomfortable themes, and she delivers a nuanced and introspective read that lingers long after you’ve finished it. This story made me think and think again, about the ending and its clever twist, about Melody and where she ends up and how she came to such a place. Like the author’s other works, HEAR ME is dark, unapologetic, and disturbing in what it presents, but I feel the writing has something more to it here. From the story title to the striking imagery of Melody being an echo of one man’s dark need and desire, HEAR ME has a smart and eloquent literary quality that stands out from page one.” – S. Richards, Amazon reviewer

“I think that the story line in HEAR ME is my favorite of the Dark Erotica series. There were many surprise twists and turns along the way. Just when I think I have it figured out, another layer is revealed. It makes you think, who can you really trust? How far would you go to survive, or to have what you truly desire? Fantastic ending too. 5-stars!” – Taboo Book Reviews

“This is a disturbingly arousing book I couldn’t put down until the last page was turned… Skye Warren is a MASTER-ful writer when it comes to Dark Erotica!” – Day Dreaming

“It amazes me that this story packs such an emotional punch in a short amount of time.” – Sam, E and R’s Awesomness

“Well if I could sum this book up in one word, it would be fanm**tha F**kingtastic.” – Salacious Reads

“I was really caught up in her story and the author had me smiling for most of the way through. I thought Skye Warren was finally showing me the light at the end of the dark tunnel I’ve gone through this week in my reading….only to smack that smile right off my face and dim that light with shocker…after shocker…after shocker!” – Romantic Reading Escapes

“…achingly detailed, beautifully written, and just so much to experience” – Maryse’s Book Blog

“Hear Me is sexy, exciting and it has an unusual veil of romanticism (so to speak) that totally seduces you.” – Darkest Sins

“…if you are looking for a book that reaches into the purest, darkest, most sensual parts of you, then you need to read it. It will disturb you most likely.” – Erzabet’s Enchantments

“A dark emotional bdsm thriller that leaves you wondering and thinking long after you turn the final page.” – Smexy Books

“Hear Me was truly a deliciously naughty story filled with sensuality, submission, and some hot scenes.” – Bengal Reads

“There aren’t many writers who can take on this genre and do it well, but Skye Warren is definitely one of them. She has found a place on my auto-buy list for dark erotica along with Kitty Thomas, Annabel Joseph and Claire Thompson. If this is your genre, she is a must-read.” – Seductive Musings

Excerpt from Hear Me

Even the earth conspired to keep her. Branches grabbed at her skin like talons; the beach was quicksand, dragging her down. Hope was too abstract to compete with the sound of men shouting behind her. Even her fear was drowned by the ragged beat of her heart.

“Melody!” The voice sounded closer than the thrashing of leaves and branches.

Run, run away, don’t look back.

Her eyes, already stunted by lack of food, filled with grit and precious moisture. If she made it to the water, she could float away. Even if only to drift down to the bottom, entombed in sand castles and chained by seaweed. They would take her prisoner; they would keep her safe.

A battered person was cracked soil, but dreams were like weeds. She could survive this. That was the goal she set for herself, huddled in the cold, damp cell. She had clung to it as they touched her, beat her. Trained her.

The line of frothy water was in her sights, but disappointment seared her. She was too far away, the sand too thick.

An extra burst of energy propelled her two more stumbling steps. Her legs gave out. She clenched and released fistfuls of sand, not even sure she was actually crawling forward.

Coolness lapped at her fingertips, surprising her. Her mind, tired and rusty, turned that information over. She had made it. Water. Safety? No, freedom.

A slow, steady thwapping noise drew her gaze upward. A small green boat bobbed in the shallow water. Gentle waves flicked its hull, almost soothing, like the caress of a flogger. The rhythm thrummed through her. Even without the sting of impact, her mind began the slide.

No. Subspace meant security but not today. Right now it meant death, and she refused to die.

She blinked away the salt in her eyes and clawed through the water to the boat. With a strength that surprised her, she climbed over the edge, tumbling into the grimy bottom. It rocked gently with her weight then settled back into the gentle bob.

The boat wasn’t tied down anywhere, but there wasn’t an oar. Not that she had the strength to use one or a place to go.
Never mind. Her wish had been granted. She would drift out to sea, like a message in a bottle.

Her head lolled against the rim of the boat. She breathed in the pungent smell of earth and moss. Her last thought before she drifted off to sleep was fanciful. She imagined a giant plucking her from the water, unfurling her like a scroll, and reading the lines slashed into her skin.

She wondered what they would say.

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