Released on: March 22, 2018
Standalone
“Hypnotically romantic…this book reads like a sensual dream and I didn’t
want to wake up.” – Tessa Bailey, New York Times bestselling author
Escort, a sexy new contemporary romance standalone from New York
Times bestselling author Skye Warren is now LIVE!
Synopsis:
There is no shame in pleasure. And no love in business.
I have a blind date tonight, and I know with 100% certainty that I’m getting lucky. There shouldn’t be any surprises, not for one as jaded as me, but when I walk into the penthouse suite of L’Etoile, everything changes.
1) For one thing, Bea is heartstoppingly gorgeous. Pale green eyes and endless freckles. Curves I want to spend all night exploring, as if her body was made for me.
2) Her innocence makes me want to use my entire inventory of bedroom tricks on her and then invent a few more.
3) Except that . . . she’s a virgin.
I can initiate her into the world of desire without letting her get attached, can’t I? A few hours of tutoring, and at the end of the night a small fortune will be deposited into my bank account.
Yes, you read that right. There are many words for what I do. After all, mine is the oldest profession. I’m an escort, which means this date is nothing more than a mutually enjoyable transaction.
But once I realize one night with her won’t be enough, I’m the one who’s screwed.
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Excerpt
The word seems to take her aback. “Pleasure?”
“That’s the nature of my business, yes.” My body tightens, because it would be pleasure
indeed to touch this woman. To kiss her. To make her moan for me.
Although I might have to rethink that plan, because the word pleasure might as well
have been medieval torture based on the way Bea looks at me. “I thought we were
going to have sex.”
She sounds so forlorn it could break my heart.
Instead I laugh, a small huff of breath, because I can’t afford to have a heart.
“Sex,” I say, standing to full height, circling the scuffed oriental coffee table, standing
behind her chair. “And pleasure. Pleasure and sex. They’re interchangeable.”
I brush my knuckles over the side of her neck, a demonstration. Her wild curls tickle my
skin.
It’s provocative, this. If she had agreed to dinner I would have started with small
touches, a glance of my palm against the small of her back as I pulled out her chair,
holding her hand while we talked over a glass of wine. Perhaps being so bold as to run
a finger along the inside of hers, where it’s more sensitive. She would shiver; her gaze
would meet mine.
There’s an order to these things. You can move fast or slow, but there’s still an order.
“We can skip the pleasure part,” she says, her voice high, her breathing faster. Her
chest rises and falls in the black dress, made all the more alluring by how much it
covers. She’s a mystery. The black sky in the city. I have to work to see her secrets.
“No,” I chide gently. “We focus on the pleasure. That’s the point.”
“What if—” Her breath catches as I drop the back of my hand over her collarbone, a
reverse caress. That’s what one does for a skittish creature like her. “What if I have a
different point?”
“And what point would that be, my sweet Bea?”
“I want to lose my virginity,” she says, so fast it comes out as a single word.
IWANTTOLOSEMYVIRGINITY. It takes my lust-warmed brain a full minute to
comprehend. She’s not only nervous, this woman. She’s a virgin.
My hand freezes. I yank it away. “Pardon me?”
I can’t have heard her correctly. There is no chance in hell that this beautiful young
woman, as strange and interesting as she is, is a virgin. No chance in hell that I was the
one tasked to be her first. I could not possibly spread her legs and thrust inside her,
knowing that no one’s ever been there. It would be a physical impossibility. Never. No
possible way.
“It doesn’t have to take long,” she says, suddenly earnest. Almost begging me. “I don’t
need…you know…whatever you do for other women. I only want the sex.”
My God. “You are insane.”
A scrunch of her nose. “Well, you don’t have to sound too surprised. It is what I
requested when I called. The woman said that’s what you do.”
“I’m not taking your virginity.” On some level I might have guessed this about her. If I
had considered it even possible, I might have. Virgins don’t hire me. They stammer and
giggle and turn away from me, their protective instincts strong enough to send them in
the opposite direction. So perhaps I can be forgiven for not recognizing this one, so
forthright.
Bea frowns. “Is that a different department or something?”
She’s mocking me. She’s mocking me for being, well, prudish, and I feel strangely
buoyant. I could float away with the absurdity of it. “Yes, it’s a different department. The
department of a frat boy who fumbles around in the dark.”
“Are you seriously not going to do it?”
The irony is enough to flatten me, that this is a woman I might have pursued outside this
job. She would have been too young for me, even if I weren’t an escort and she wasn’t
my client. That wouldn’t have stopped me from wanting her.
But in another incarnation, if I had been one of those fumbling frat boys, I would have
followed this woman to the ends of the earth. That’s a hypothetical scenario on multiple
levels, but I’m good at hypotheticals, which is another reason I’m good at my job.
So good that I please every single client I’ve ever had.
My review
⭐⭐⭐
Escort is a reverse version of Pretty woman. In this case he is the whore while she's the rich girl. although the story is predictable, there are some original elements that made this romance unique. How it goes I'm sure you know, but Hugo and Bea connection can really be sense. It goes through the story. Two pieces that fit perfectly. The light and hope to each other.
But is also a begging and an end. A begging to feel, to live, to breath. Because Hugo will give Bea's more than his body. He will give her freedom. He will unlock her golden cage. He will make her discover herself, and the world. Forcing her borders with her.But Escort has its own weaknesses. Sometimes the story earns.... speed and some details fade. Especially on some main scenes between Hugo and Bea.
Then also the main characters have their weaknesses. As much as she is innocent, juvenile, she alternate the moments when she will amaze you for her strength and moments when she is the complete opposite.
And him...Hugo is known for his... services. But when he became aware of Bea's influence on himself, he lost his credibility. But even so or especially because of their weaknesses they complete each other. They are made to be together and fight hand in hand against the world, their past and their fears.
About the author
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.
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