Hi, book buddies :-) Are you fond of music? What about books where music is as much of a character as the people? If you love romance and music together, this book is a gift you should give yourself.

I loved the little snippets of musical background at the start of every chapter that enlightened me about violins. So interesting and unexpected!

MY OPINION

Forget everything you think you know about sensuality. You will re-learn every sense of it with this tale.

Where are the 10 stars? My goodness, I feel stingy by giving this book only 5 :-D

Elegant writing, passion for music and a confessional tone underline this most beautiful romance infused with the perfume of the forbidden.

I tend to gravitate to musical or artistic themes in novels, so I couldn't believe my luck when one of my beloved authors, SW, announced her next creation to happen between a violin prodigy and her military guardian. If that doesn't thrum with dark notes of pleasure and angst, nothing does!

I marvel at the richness and complexity of these two characters falling in love that defies convention, reason or decency. Yet they fight against it with broken hearts. The writing is beautifully nuanced with emotion and honesty. Liam is tortured by his own nature full of shadows and secrets, tempted beyond endurance by the innocence of his ward. I felt goosebumps every time they shared an emotion while denying themselves the freedom to indulge it.

It is such a beauty of a romance to read. Perfectly tuned, a harmony of opposite forces as young Samantha finds her voice in a cacophony of doubts and fears, and the steel-willed guardian protects her from hidden enemies, from his basic lusts that never feel too much even when they are.

What takes this story into a place of its own is the levels it touches. Love, lust, but loneliness too, belonging and growing up, and the cyclopean strength required to set free what you love the most.

This has aroused my senses and my mind in ways I thought long dormant. I felt pure longing for this couple to find their broken happiness together. It ends on a plot twist that's going to turn Concerto into a craving. I know I must have it. I must!

Sublime, painfully romantic, and a guilty pleasure to read.

Favourite Quotes:

Be wrong with me, don't make me it alone.

How can I be satisfied with warmth when I know how it feels to burn?

Growing up isn't about learning something new. It's about unlearning the fairy tale you believed as a child.

“Swoon-worthy, forbidden, and sexy, Liam North is my new obsession.” – New York Times bestselling author Claire Contreras

Forbidden fruit never tasted this sweet...

Overture, an all new sexy and forbidden love story from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren, is available now!

The world knows Samantha Brooks as the violin prodigy. She guards her secret truth—the desire she harbors for her guardian.

Liam North got custody of her six years ago. She’s all grown up now, but he still treats her like a child. No matter how much he wants her.

No matter how bad he aches for one taste.

Her sweet overtures break down the ex-soldier’s defenses, but there’s more at stake than her body. Every touch, every kiss, every night. The closer she gets, the more exposed his darkest secret.

She’s one step away from finding out what happened the night she lost her family. One step away from leaving him forever.

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Enjoy an excerpt:

The memory of our last talk heats the air between us—about condoms and sex. And the way he walked in on me when I moaned his name. God. I’m not sure I can stand another talk like that. “I’m not naive, Liam. I know you took me in because I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” A muscle in his jaw ticks. “That wasn’t exactly the reason. And even though I didn’t know you before I took custody, I’ve grown to care about you over the years. If I didn’t state it clearly enough, then the fault lies with me. I wasn’t raised to show… affection.”

I stare at him, incredulous. Affection? It’s a cold comfort to a girl who’s always wanted the surety of forever. And the word might as well be alien to a man like him. “I’m going to tour the country. The world. I’m leaving, Liam.” He looks away. “Christ.” Unease moves through me. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come back?” “I don’t know why you would want to.” “Because I care about you.” Liam is six feet of pure muscle and hard will. There’s no way someone like me could go up against him and win. Except that when I take a step closer, he tenses. Another step and he goes still as stone. It gives me a sense of power, enough that I take the final step. “I care about you even though you’re controlling.” There’s only an inch between the ruffle of my blouse and the flat of his abs. “You think I’m going to apologize for keeping you safe?” he mutters. “You think I give a damn that you’re mad at me as long as you’re in one piece? That’s the only thing that matters.”

“Because you think of me like a daughter?” He shakes his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. “No.” “No?” I whisper. “When I walked in on you…” His voice is hoarse. “I didn’t think of you like a daughter.” I should probably be horrified that he would think about me in any way other than family, except I’m the one who started it. I take a step closer, and there’s nowhere for him to go. He’s already backed up against the wall. This big, strong man who could probably make a whole army quake—or at least a battalion. And he’s cornered by me. This close I can see the green of his eyes, so dark they’re almost emerald, flecked with gold. A scar bisects one dark eyebrow, probably a scar from something terrifying and deadly. “How did you think of me?” I’m afraid to know the answer, but I’m even more terrified of never knowing. Of being a nameless, faceless body in that writhing crowd, hooking up with a stranger when the man I really want is standing right in front of me, inches away, his breath a feather-touch on my forehead. A small shake of his head. “It’s not right.” I’m not sure what right and wrong mean when it comes to us, but I know what it means for music. Someone can play a piece with perfect timing and notation. They can hit every single note, but it still won’t have passion. That part comes from inside.

“Then be wrong with me. Don’t make me do it alone.” I push up on my toes, pressing my lips against his in a blind, artless kiss. I’m off center of his mouth, kissing the corner. He stands still as a statue, letting me wobble on my heels, letting me fall against him, only my broken kiss to balance me. Grief beats against my ribs. He’s going to make me do it alone. Of course he is. I’m always alone. A small sound escapes me. Loneliness. Pain. It vibrates against his mouth, sound made real. He jolts as if I’ve shocked him. Something unspools inside him. I feel it in the inch of air between us. And then I feel it in my lips. He takes over the kiss with shocking possession, his hand behind my head, his body turning us so I’m against the wall. He looms in front of me, blocking out the view. There are no vinyl records on the wall, no bass thrumming through concrete and steel. There’s only him, only this.How is it possible that only a few minutes ago I felt powerful? I didn’t know what this would be. I couldn’t know the way I’d revel in surrender. His tongue touches the seam of my lips, a pure electric sensation that makes me jump. I part my lips in surprise, pulling in the scent of him—man and earth, salt and sea. He tastes elemental. His tongue swipes the tender inside of my bottom lip. It’s more sensitive there than I could have imagined. I feel the slickness of the caress all the way in my core. My thighs clench together. So careful. So wary. I touch my tongue against his. He’s the one who groans. His hand fists in my hair, creating a delicious little ache.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he breathes, and I try to shake my head; it only makes him pull harder. “Liam… I need…” It’s like the bedroom when he walked in on me, my hips rocking, mindless, hungry. Worse than that. My whole body is moving restlessly against him. He tears himself away with a hard sound. Only an inch away. A rough tremor runs through him. It’s a small comfort, knowing that I’ve moved this man. Knowing how much control he has, knowing it’s eroded. But only a small comfort. He still leaves me panting against the door. “I’m supposed to protect you,” he says, his voice taut with guilt.

About the mastermind: Skye Warren

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.