Please keep reading for info on my contest: Win a sexy pair of rhinestone studded handcuffs. You know you want them!
Thanks so much to Mel, one of my favorite writers, for giving me a forum to babble endlessly about myself. Sigh. It is, after all, one of the greatest pleasures of my life next to cheesecake. And writing about strong, sexy, dominant men.
If you’ve read any of Mel’s books (and who hasn’t) you know she leans toward dominant men. That’s probably why I enjoy her books so much. I tend to lean toward dominant men as well. When I get the chance, I lean on them.
No great hairy surprise, then, that they keep popping up in my manuscripts. My debut novel, Adam’s Obsession, exploded into the world to rave reviews. My readers love his dark, driven domination of his online sub, WildKat, and thrilled when Adam discovered that his sexy chat room plaything was actually his buttoned up co-worker. His seduction of her was scorching. Melted ice cubes all over the place.
I was flooded with requests for more.
Fortunately for me (and my e-mail inbox!) Adam’s brother Tristan was ready to release.
Oh dear. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.
Aw hell. Of course I did. This is erotica after all.
Tristan’s Temptation, the second book in the Trillo Brothers duet is now available from Ellora’s Cave. From those of you who have read Adam’s Obsession, you will be delighted to see the old crew back together. Including your favorite and mine, Jack Maris. And yes, to forestall another flood of emails, Jack is getting his own story and yes, he will be punished.
Here is a taste of Tristan:
Tristan Trillo has one steadfast rule: Thou Shalt Not Fish in the Company Pond. That puts his sexy secretary, Shannon Weiss, firmly out of reach. But when Shannon discovers the depth of his desire for her, she vows to seduce him.
After a blazing, illicit tryst, Tristan insists that ‘they can never do this again.’ So Shannon, ever the obedient assistant, makes certain the next time, they do something completely different.
Poor Tristan is a man trapped between his steadfast rule and a burning passion. A rock, if you will, and a very hard place.
An Irresistible Temptation…
It was nearly ten that night when he finally broke down and called her. He used the phone, because they’d already done the computer thing, and he’d insisted that couldn’t happen again. The phone, for some reason, he could justify.
It took her a moment to pick up, though he knew she was home. He could see the light streaming softly through her windows as he stood on the bluff overlooking her house.
“Hello?” Her voice was soft, watery. Like she’d been crying.
“Tristan.” She fairly breathed his name.
“Are you all right?”
She sniffled. “Oh yeah. I was just, um, watching a movie. How are you?”
“I’m… good.” It was a lie. He was hungry and antsy and annoyed. “I’ve been thinking about you.” Like incessantly.
“Have you?” Her sniffles seemed to have cleared up. He watched as she stepped out onto the patio, wearing a terrycloth robe, cell phone in hand and looked up at his house. He sketched a wave.
“Yes. Have you been thinking about me?”
“A little.” He heard the smile in her voice.
“Just a little?”
“Well. Okay. A lot.” He watched as she sat on a lounge chair and pulled a blanket over her lower body. It was a cool night and her legs were bare.
“Did you just get out of the shower?” Something started to simmer in his groin.
He groaned at the vision her words created in his head. “Did you have bubbles?”
“Not tonight. But I could do that, if it would interest you. I’d let you watch.”
“Would you?” He liked that idea. He liked it very much.
“Did you touch yourself while you were in the bath?”
She chortled. “Of course, Tristan. But do you know what?”
“What?” He was breathless with curiosity.
“I’m touching myself right now.”
“What!” He nearly dropped his cell over the cliff. Jesus. There. On the balcony. Outside!
“Oh yeah.” She moaned deep and low. He swore he could see her fingers undulating inside that robe, under the blanket, a quarter mile away. In the shadows.
“Shannon, Jesus. You’re killing me.”
She didn’t reply, but he watched as her knees rose to points in the distance as she shifted her body. Anyone else watching would have no idea that the woman relaxing on the lounger was slipping her fingers deep inside her body, but Tristan knew. He knew with a visceral jolt to his solar plexus as he heard her groan, the sharp gasps and the tiny little whimpers of pleasure. “Hell.” He squinted his eyes in a vain attempt to see her better. There in the dark. A quarter mile away.
“Oh yes.” Her voice was like velvet. “I’m so wet for you, Tristan. I’ve been thinking about you all day and I want you in me sooo bad.”
“Do you?” Hell. He wanted that too. More than fucking anything.
“Mmm. Do you know how hard my little nub is? It’s like a stone. So hard. So swollen. It feels so good when I touch it. I wish you could touch it. I wish you could lick it. I wish…”
But Shannon was talking to herself. Tristan had severed the connection and was heading for the door, his car keys and his hard on making twin bulges in his jeans.
If a little playful BDSM makes you hot, you’ll enjoy the scene where Tristan bends Shannon over his lap and paddles her bottom. And don’t miss their visit to the Pleasure Palace where Tristan ties Shannon to a punishment chair and ruthlessly torments her with a feather.
My Contest: Because Who Can’t Use a Spare Pair of Sparkly Handcuffs?
In honor of Adam’s Obsession and Tristan’s Temptation and Pushing her Buttons (coming soon from Ellora’s Cave)—all of which feature light and playful BDSM or, as we call it on Goodreads, Sugarkink, I have a really fun new contest for a pair of sexy rhinestone handcuffs. All you need to do to enter to win is subscribe to my Hotsheet (for info on new contests & releases). There is only one entry per person, but you can earn more entries by referring your friends to www.SabrinaYork.com. For each friend that signs up for the newsletter, you earn another entry, but they must tell me you referred them. If you have already subscribed to the newsletter, you are automatically entered. Anyone can enter, as long as they are 18+.
The drawing date is September 1st. To assure there is fairness in the drawing, I leave the room and let the one person on the planet who could truly care less about anything in my life draw the winner. Teenage sons: Useful at last.
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Here’s wishing you a wonderful summer filled with sexy dominant heroes who fulfill your every fantasy!