Rebound
Tryst Island # 1
Sabrina York
Tryst Island # 1
Sabrina York
Contemporary Erotic Romance
200 pgs (approx)
200 pgs (approx)
Kristi Cross has
had the hots for her friend, Cameron Jackson as long as she can remember, but
she knows she’s not his type. She’s nothing like the women he dates. So when he
suggests they play for a kiss over a game of Hearts, Kristi can’t resist. Even
if she loses, she wins. Because she’s finally going to taste him.
Of course, one
kiss can quickly become something altogether steamier, especially when both
parties are on the rebound…
Fall in Love on Tryst
Island… When a group of friends share a vacation house, wild hijinks, unexpected
hook-ups and steamy sex ensue.
He tossed out a
card.
She wrinkled her
nose—damn, she was cute when she wrinkled her nose. “Really, Cam?”
“Huh? What?”
“That’s your lead?
The queen of spades?”
“Yup.”
“Are you trying to
shoot the moon? Because I already took a point.”
“Just play.” She
shook her head and underplayed the queen. He ate a whopping thirteen points.
And then he led with the jack of diamonds. She took it with her ace and then
went on to win the hand.
He really wasn’t
paying attention. He was busy planning his assault. If he lost the game, he
got to kiss her. And he wanted to kiss her. In fact, the desire,
the need to orchestrate the entire clinch bubbled deep in his gut.
He dealt again,
trying not to glance at the clock. This should be the last hand if he played
his cards right. Or wrong, as the case may be.
And yes. She won.
Easily. In fact, she spanked him.
Although he didn’t
let his mind linger on that image. It was far too distracting.
Instead, he leaped
to his feet so quickly his chair toppled over. He ignored it—and her little ‘eep’—and
came around the table in a rush to yank her into his arms and…yes! Yes. The
feel of her, molded against him, was delicious. He’d known it would be.
The scent of her shampoo,
or her perfume, or just Kristi, enticed him. He drew it in, savoring the
moment, the knife’s edge of intense anticipation.
“You won,” he
murmured, gazing down into her wide hazel eyes. “Now I have to kiss you.”
Her lashes
fluttered. Her lips pursed. She wiggled a little against him and his cock
stirred. “You have to? Well, isn’t that just—”
She didn’t finish. Whatever she’d been about
to say never made it out of her mouth because he took her then. He dipped his
head and settled his lips over hers and ate the words, consumed them. A thrill
shot through his solar plexus at the contact. Warm, supple, sweet. Fragrant.
He surprised her by
diving in like that. She went a little stiff, but it didn’t take long for her
to relax and respond.
And hell. Did she
respond. Did she ever.
The kiss, which
he’d intended to be slow and provocative, quickly raged into something else
altogether. And when she uttered a throaty moan and her tongue peeped out to
touch his, he nearly lost his mind.
He changed the
angle of his head and deepened the kiss, holding her in place with one hand to
her chin. The other roved.
God, she was
amazing. He drew his palm over the flare of her hips. It dipped in at her waist
and then rose up her ribcage. He nearly passed out when he skimmed the
underside of her breast. Nearly passed out because all the blood in his brain
shot straight to his cock. His whole body thrummed with every beat of his
heart.
He cupped her and
she made another charming little noise. When he scraped a thumb over her nipple,
she whimpered.
He longed to suck
it. Draw it into his mouth and nibble and nip. Make her thrash.
He lifted her up
onto the table and when she started to protest, he shifted his attention to her
neck, nuzzling her there, right behind her earlobe. She gasped and garbled a
word that might have been “more” and dug her nails into his shoulders.
He loved that as he
drew her higher, teased her to a fever pitch, her responses became like
his—feral.
He’d known she’d be
like this in her passion. Wild. Unrestrained. Demanding. He loved it. Fucking
loved it…but he wanted, needed, more.
He fumbled with the
buttons on her blouse.
His euphoria
tumbled into the dark abyss when she stopped him. He pulled back to look at
her, although pulling back was the last damned thing he wanted right now.
Fortunately, a tiny chunk of his brain was still functioning. It reminded him
he’d been raised to be a gentleman.
He could go for the
jugular again. He could renew his attack on the sensitive spot he’d found, the
one at the base of her neck that made her warble and squirm and arch into his
cock with a mind-bending pressure. He could make her forget whatever stupid
objection she was about to present.
But he wanted more
than a mindless fuck with Kristi.
He wanted a lot
more.
“What is it?” he
asked. And damn, his voice was rough. He barely got the words out.
“You–you said one
kiss.”
“I wasn’t done
yet.”
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Yeah.
He was hard again, already, but this would be a slow, sweet fuck. He would make
her howl and beg and thrash before he took her. Before he buried himself in
her.
He
eased her onto the bed and kissed his way down her neck and over her
collarbone.
He
loved a beautifully shaped collarbone. Hers was fine and exquisitely arched. He
lapped at the little hollows, sucking and nipping as he nimbly unbuttoned her
blouse. It spoke to her elegance and style, that blouse, but damn, it had a lot
of buttons.
When
he finished the interminable row, he spread the lapels and gazed down at
Cassie, well, at her breasts, encased in a lacy bra. His breath hitched. His
pulse throbbed. Reverently he cupped her. Thumbed the two rigid peaks.
She
wriggled restlessly.
“Do
you like this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
A breath. A sigh.
He
dipped his head and took one tip in his mouth, enrobing her in his heat.
Sucking gently with rhythmic tugs. God, he wanted to do that skin to skin. He
wanted to taste her.
But
he was determined to take his time. To ratchet up her pleasure. So he didn’t
rip off her bra as he wanted to do. Instead, he nuzzled the other nipple and
slowly eased his hand down to the snap of her jeans.
“Dylan,
Jesus.” She growled and pulled away. His gut clenched. But only for a second,
because she pulled away to rip off her jeans and toss them onto the floor.
Where they belonged.
The
bra followed.
His
breath hitched at the beauty she revealed.
Perfect,
creamy mounds crested by tantalizing brown nipples.
He
was drawn to them like a bee to nectar.
He
lapped, curling his tongue around one turgid peak, and then the other. Sipping,
sucking, feasting until she fisted her fingers in his hair and arched into him
and whimpered.
Only
then, did he continue his exploration.
And
ah, was there a bounty to explore!
The
skin on her abdomen was velvety smooth. His caress roved impatiently, loving
the little goose bumps rising at his touch. Over her ribs, down a gentle slope
to her flat belly, over to the curve of her hips. And then, finally, as though
he had been thinking of anything else, to the juncture of her thighs.
Her
heat met him.
He
lifted his head and found her gaze as he cupped her mound. She shivered.
“Dylan.” She mouthed his name. A wordless plea.
He
responded. Because he knew. He knew what she wanted. And he wanted it too.
He
slipped beneath the band of her delightfully innocent white cotton panties and
traced her crease. Just traced it.
Her
animalistic growl rumbled around him.
“You
like this?” The words stuck in his throat. He felt like a schoolboy on an
illicit date. Excited and worried and horny as hell.
“More.”
A groan. “More.”
Watching
her expression like the predator he was, he delved deeper between her steamy
folds. Nudged her clit. Teased the tip. She hissed in a breath and threw back
her head. He circled her. Her thighs spread wider. Hips pumped with impatient
demand.
But
still, he teased her, reveling in the warm cream coating her slit.
He
chuckled when she pushed him away, sat up and ripped her panties off.
He
didn’t even notice where they fell. Didn’t care. Because now she lay bare
before him.
Cassie.
Something
shifted inside him. The sweet, patient man, determined to tease and delight
her, faded. What rose up in his place was a beast. A hungry, snarling beast
driven by the urge to have her, possess her, fuck her.
He
wrenched her thighs apart, baring her core. Her scent, arousal and heat wafted
toward him, enflaming him. His heart battered his chest in a manic tattoo.
He
couldn’t help it. He buried his face in her crotch. Breathing her in. Tasting
her. Consuming her. She squealed a little at the ferocity of his attack, but
she spread her legs wider and, after a minute, began pushing up, mutely
demanding more and more.
So
he gave it to her.
Smoking Holt
Bella Cross has had a
thing for Holt Lamm since college, but his scorching dominant energy scares her
to death. And his list of conquests annoys her. But when Holt catches her
smoking, and offers her something else to fixate on—if only for a night—she
simply cannot resist.
An Excerpt From: SMOKING
HOLT
“One would think you
would know a little more about the lifestyle, considering the clientele you
serve.”
Her frown became a
glower. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve been to your shop.
I’ve seen your ‘BDSM section’.”
She frowned. “Why do you
say it like that?” With air quotes?
“It’s hardly
comprehensive.”
Her lips flapped. “It’s
perfectly comprehensive.”
But he just snorted. “At
any rate, it’s pretty clear you don’t understand a thing about the life, if you
think it’s about a man bullying a woman. In fact, the Dom is not the one in
control,” he said. “Not in a truly healthy D/s relationship. The sub calls the
shots. Draws the lines. It’s a partnership, Bella, but the sub controls
everything.”
She crossed her arms
over her chest. “That is hard to believe.”
“I’d be happy to give
you a demonstration.” The way he said it, with that quirk of his dark brow, the
glint in his eyes, sent a sizzle of annoyance—and something else—through her.
“Fuck you, Holt.”
He grinned. “Okay.”
Goddamn it. She wasn’t
sure which annoyed her more. His simmering sensuality or his goddamn teasing.
Both were nearly irresistible. She hated that her lips tweaked in a smile. He
would take a smile as encouragement, she was certain of it.
Sure enough, he took
that last, lethal step and yanked her into his arms, sealing them together. His
was hot, hard, huge. She tipped up her chin and glared at him, opened her mouth
to say something else, something pithy and snarly. Something that would drive
him away and give her room to fucking breathe—
But he didn’t give her
time. No time to think of something pithy. No time to prepare. No time to shore
up her defenses.
His mouth took hers.
There was no other way to describe it. He covered her, smothered her, soaked
her with his taste and his scent, suffused her with sensation. The rub of his
lips over hers, the nibbles, the nips, the bold forays of his tongue, all
scrambled her brain. His hands cupped her ass, rubbing her against his body,
dragging her groin over his. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was aware
that he was guiding her, moving her, walking her backwards in a relentless
drive to crawl inside her.
And then she hit the
wall.
Literally.
He backed her up against
the wood paneling of the great room and pressed against her, hard. His cock was
like a stone. A fat, throbbing stone. Almost painful against the tender flesh
of her belly.
A flash of pure,
unadulterated lust snarled through her. Because he was hard. For her.
Oh sure, he’d probably
be hard if he was mouth fucking Kristi here against the wood paneling. Or
Emily. Or Lucy.
Or Lassie.
But this one was for
her.
She knew she should push
him away. As goddamn aggressive as he was, Holt would respect a “No” from a
woman he didn’t have a contract with. But something deep within her soul howled
at the prospect of ending this. Just yet.
It was too fucking
thrilling.
A chance like this would
never come again. Not in a million years.
She could fuck him
tonight. Have a crazy, dirty, sweaty fuckfest tonight and then tomorrow, blame
it on the whiskey.
His lips released hers,
but only so he could move to her neck, to work her, suckle her, nibble on the
sensitive screaming skin there. Bella threw back her head so he had better
access. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist, plastering her slit
against the monstrosity bulging at the juncture of his thighs.
“Shit,” he growled,
undulating against her. Sizzles of delight washed through her in waves,
concentric, fucking phenomenal waves. She scored his scalp in a rake of need.
“You’re not tying me
up,” she grunted.
He lifted his head. His
scorching gaze slammed through her, making her clit throb, her pussy clench. A
warm wetness dampened her inner thighs. Her panties were soaked. “You’re in
charge here, Bella,” he said, his voice breaking on the words. “You make the
rules.”
“And no fucking whips
and chains.” He chuckled. She hated that he chuckled, so she fisted his hair
and yanked. “And no goddamn nipple clamps.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As though she’d reminded
him she did, in fact, have nipples, he cupped her breasts and thumbed them,
then brought his fingers together. Tightly. The pinch made her knees go weak.
She hissed a noise, something between a sigh and a feral groan.
“You like that? You like
it a little rough?” His voice was silky and smooth. Practiced. As though he’d
said these words before. To thousands of women.
“Fuck you, Holt.” She glared at him. When he grinned, laughed
at her vehemence, she sank her nails into his scalp and wrenched him closer.
This time she took his mouth. Ravaged his mouth. Fucked his mouth. She thrust
in her tongue, explored, dominated him.
Yeah. He’d fucked
legions. But he would remember her. He would fucking remember her.
She’d make damn sure of
it.
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New
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Five little known facts about you
- I once rode on a camel and climbed up inside the Great Pyramid of Giza.
- The first book I finished was an epic fantasy of one hundred and seventy thousand words. It did not get published.
- I moved 19 times before I graduated high school.
- My hair started turning silver when I was 18 years old.
- I am directly descended from Mary Queen of Scots. Hence the fascination with hot Highlanders.
Last five Google searches
- 1813 Map of Caithness County, Scotland.
- Etemology (Numerous searches, and necessary when writing historical romance)
- Did they have bacon in Regency period Scotland?
- What do Highlanders wear under their kilts?
- How many carbs are there in a shot of gin?
Five questions you wish someone would ask you in an interview
It would be much easier to list 5 questions I wish people would stop asking me, but, here are some questions that would be fun to answer.
It would be much easier to list 5 questions I wish people would stop asking me, but, here are some questions that would be fun to answer.
- What was the first thing you did after you won the lottery? (Not that I've won the lottery but I would love for there to be a reason for people to ask.)
- Would you like another slice of bacon?
- Explain your interpretation of the space-time continuum and how you feel it affects the relative connectivity of the universe. (Love to talk about esoteric shit like that)
- Who REALLY let the dogs out?
- What inspires you most when you hit a writing wall? (The answer to this question of course is my readers. I do it all for them.)
Grand Prize winner a 'delicate daytime' tiara from Sabrina York and each of the eBooks listed below. Two winners will get the following eBook titles: Picture Her Bound: Bayou Bound # 1 by Sidney Bristol, One Kiss: Midnight Kiss # 1 by Lisa Fox and Rebound: Tryst Island # 1 by Sabrina York
3 winners will
get copies of Picture Her Bound by Sidney Bristol, One Kiss by Lisa Fox and
Rebound by Sabrina York (Book 1 of the series from each author)
Drawing ends at 11:59 PM EST on 25 November – winner has 24 hours to respond. 18+ only
Drawing ends at 11:59 PM EST on 25 November – winner has 24 hours to respond. 18+ only
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