BEAUTY TOUCHED THE BEAST
Copyright 2011 by Skye Warren
Erin cleans Mr. Morris’ house twice a week, soaking up every moment with the reclusive ex-soldier. Blake Morris knows that he’s scarred both inside and out and no good for someone like her. Then Erin walks in on Blake touching himself, moaning her name, and all bets are off.
“Sweet, touching and erotic, Beauty Touched the Beast was wonderful.” – Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
Erin jogged up the steps of the farm-style house in good spirits.
She let herself in using her key and called out, “Mr. Morris! It’s Erin.”
Call me Blake, he always asked, but for some reason she resisted. She wasn’t usually a stickler for propriety, but with him it seemed like a good idea. Maybe his military roots made the formality more correct to her. Or more likely, it was the domesticity of cleaning his home while he loitered near her.
It would be so easy to slip, to let him see how she felt about him. Then she’d feel like an idiot—a dumb, little girl panting after a man old enough to be her father.
She pulled a book from her bag and went upstairs in search of her boss to return it to him. She could probably put it in his bookcase, always neat and organized so she’d know right where it belonged. In fact, his whole house sparkled from the knotted floorboards to the arched ceilings.