The sublime SKYE WARREN has released PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY, a beautifully dark romance that deals with sensitive subject matters. You won't be forgetting this story any time soon...
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.
MY FAVOURITE QUOTES
Deep inside,
where I don't usually let myself feel, something sharp and hot burns.
He'll set me
free and catch me when I fall.
He likes me
afraid, as long as he's the one making me that way.
I need to be
more than a servant or a thing to save. I need to be a woman.
That's the
thing about girls. We can only save ourselves.
I could never
quite lose the sense of wonder and fear that marks me as a sheep.
I already
feel torn up inside, flayed with the barbed-wire bonds of love for a man who
can never return it.
I have a long
history of wanting the impossible.
I must seem
like some kind of sacrificial lamb to him, a sacrifice on the altar of his
wickedness.
READY FOR AN EXCERPT?
“Candace,”
he says in the same deep voice of my dream.
And
there’s a look in his eyes, the same look Leader Allen gives Mama. The same
look he started giving me. That look is the reason Mama sent me away.
“You’ll
stay here,” he says softly. “I don’t want you to dance, but you can stay.”
The
allure of it beats through me, a heart of its own, thumping away to a dream
that isn’t mine. Safety. Home. I want those things, but I want freedom
more. I want the flash of lights and of skin. I want the power those women had
onstage.
Ivan
wants to put me in a cage, but what I really want is to fly.
“Okay,”
I lie, because one sin becomes many. Leader Allen taught me that, and he was
right. I’ll convince Ivan, though. One day I’ll dance on that stage, and Ivan
will watch me.
One
day he’ll teach me everything there is to know.
“Good
girl.”
The
praise washes over me, undeserved and darkly pleasurable, a stroke along my
spine. It feels good, but I know what it is. A trap. A chain around my ankle to
keep me on the ground. In this moment, it locks me so tight that I’d accept
anything he did to me. If he were to touch me the way the woman with the
kind eyes meant. The way Leader Allen touches Mama during prayer.
Ivan
leans down, and I hold my breath. Large hands take hold of the blanket, lift
slightly. I feel everything between us—anticipation and denial, lust and fear
corded together. We feel them together, breathe them in through the air, pulse
them with each beat of our hearts. It’s a kind of knowledge, this feeling,
connecting a thousand nerve points to the core of my body. This is what he meant
by teaching me. This and so much more.
Then
he pulls the blanket higher, tucking it around me. “Good night,” he says, eyes
glittering in the dark.
He
is silver and light, made even brighter by the shadows behind him. It’s
strange, the disappointment I feel that he isn’t going to touch me. He isn’t
going to teach me. Not tonight. “Good night,” I whisper back.
Then
he’s gone, shutting the door against the dark, locking me in. And I slide away
into sleep, without dreams, without color, with only the shameless black of
contentedness, knowing I am safe for the night.
Other books in the series
Tough Love (Stripped
#0.5)
Love the way you Lie
(Stripped #1)
Better when it Hurts (Stripped
#2)
ABOUT THE MASTERMIND
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling
author of dark romance such as Wanderlust and Prisoner. Praised as a “true
mistress of dark erotica”, her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed,
USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in
Houston, Texas, with her loving family, three dogs, and one evil cat.
I'll bring you my review on Friday. Stay tuned, book buddies :o)
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