Thursday, 30 May 2013

Welcome Author - Sabrina York

Sabrina York, Her Royal Hotness, writes naked erotic fiction for fans who like it hot, hard and balls-to-the-wall, and erotic romance and fantasy for readers who prefer a slow burn to passion. An award winning author in multiple genres, Sabrina loves writing hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers.
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Rebound by Sabrina York
A Tryst Island Erotic Romance

Kristi Cross has had the hots for her friend, Cameron Jackson as long as she could 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…


   Cam nodded and dealt the cards. They were halfway through the first hand when he broke the silence.
   “Do you remember the first time we played?”
   “You had to teach me.”
   “Took me all night.”
   “That was hardly my fault.” She rearranged her cards. “You kept pouring me shots.”
   “You’re the one who kept drinking them.”
   She feigned a pout. “I had to keep up with Jamie.”
   “Now, she was easy to beat.”
   “So was I, once you got me liquored up.”
   His chortle rumbled through her. “You figured out my strategy.” He shot her a saucy leer. “You sure you don’t want another beer?”
   “No way. I’m winning this game, buster.”
   They played for a while longer before he spoke again. This time, his words sent a scalding sizzle through her solar plexus. “You know Kristi, I can’t remember a time when we were both…single.”
   Her heart seized. “What?” Thank God she hadn’t just taken a sip of beer—she would have spewed it across the table for sure.
   “Think about it. Since the day we met, one of us was always in a relationship.”
   Usually him.
   She didn’t respond. She didn’t know what to say.
   He winced as he took a trick. “I just think it’s interesting. That’s all.”
   “What’s… interesting?” It took everything in her not to mangle her cards.
   “You know. That we’re both available. Both here. Alone.”
   Under the weight of his steamy gaze, all uncertainty wafted away. That was definitely interest simmering in those steely blue orbs.
   Kristi’s pulse went into rapid-fire mode. Her breath hitched. Heat lashed through her.
   “I…ah… W-what’s your p-point?” She tried to act all blasé, but the stuttering probably ruined it.
   His expression shifted, darkened. The smoldering, seductive mien made her belly flutter. “I was thinking we could play…for something.”
   “S-something?”
   “A kiss, maybe?”
   Brain freeze.
   Every thought fled. Every cogent inkling spun out of reach. She could only feel. Stare at him in shock. Ache for him.  
   His tongue came out, dabbing at his lips. She fixated on it, imagining that tongue, what it could do. The havoc it could cause on various parts of her trembling body—
   “A kiss?” A squeak. “We’ve never k-kissed before.”
   He leaned closer. His voice dropped an octave. “I’m aware of that.”
   “But-but… I thought… We’re just f-friends.”
   He studied her over his cards, stroking them slowly. “Are you saying you don’t want to kiss me?”
   “I… No! I just… We’ve always… It’s probably…”
   Amusement—twined with certainty—lightened his intensity. “What are you trying to say, Kristi?”
   She meticulously rearranged her cards. “I just… I didn’t think you found me attractive. That’s all.”
   He boggled. “Are you crazy? You’re stunning.”
   A little thrill flickered up her spine. “I’m not.” She ignored his frown at that, and plowed on with her reasoning. “Besides, in all these years, none of us… well, none of us have.”
   “Lane and Lucy did.”
   “And look how well that worked out.”
   “I’m suggesting a kiss, Kristi. Just a kiss.” He stroked his lips. “Be honest. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like between us?”
   A hot tide crawled up her cheeks. He didn’t miss it. He couldn’t. Her cheeks were neon red. Like a well-cooked lobster.
   His features tightened. A muscle ticked in his cheek. “You have. Haven’t you? Imagined it?” The hint, the thread of uncertainty in the words struck her to the core.
   He was uncertain? He was nervous? Holy Hannah.
   “I…” She plucked at the label again. It was becoming quite shredded. “Maybe.” A whisper.
   “Well. So have I. Often.”
   She gaped at him. “Often?”
   “Very often.”
   “But…” She swallowed the words clogging her throat.
   “But what?”
   “I… Robyn was perfect.”
   “She was.” Her belly dipped at that. “But when she smiled, she didn’t smile with her whole face. Not the way you do. She didn’t embrace life. She just kind of clung to the edges. You toss yourself in.” He fondled the neck of his bottle. “It’s an attractive quality, Kris. A man can’t help wondering…”
   “Wondering what?”
   “If you make love that way too.”
   Ooh. Those words skimmed over the air between them, smooth and silky and oh so beguiling.
   Not that he needed to seduce her.
   Hell, all he had to do was breathe and she wanted him. Still…
   “Are you drunk?”
   He grinned. “Not in the slightest.”
   “This is probably a bad idea.”
   His grin broadened.
   “Cam, we’re both on the rebound.”
   He shifted, as though something was making his position uncomfortable. “Sometimes you score the winning point off a rebound.”
   “A basketball analogy? Really?” He knew she was a football fan.
   “If the shoe fits.” He reached across the table and took her hand in his. His heat enveloped her, sank in and made her want to weep. She could only imagine how good he would feel touching her all over. Pressing her into a downy mattress. Entering her in a hard, hot thrust…
   Lordy. She could imagine it. So well, her body was already preparing for it. A slick dampness eased between her thighs. Her nipples pebbled. Her womb clenched in hunger.
   “What would the others think?”
   “Why would we tell them?” His expression was far too innocent. “It’s only a kiss.”
   “One kiss?”
   “One kiss. A forfeit. If you win the game, I kiss you. If I win, you kiss me.”
   She glanced at his lips. Strong. Powerful. Perfectly formed. She’d wanted to feel them, taste them, have them since the day they’d met. Why was she dithering? What was she afraid of?
   Well, other than heartbreak.
   But she’d long ago learned that heartbreak could come whether you were careful or reckless.
   Might as well be reckless.
   She would rather enjoy a decadent sliver of fudgy brownie than suffer through a lifetime of rice cakes.
   “Okay. Let’s do it.”
   He stared at her. The tension between them mounted, hummed. His Adam’s apple made the slow journey up and back down his throat. Then he picked up the cards, shuffled once and quickly dealt out a new hand.
   Kristi’s pulse raced. Her mind whirled. Her body trembled.
   She was going to do it.
   After all these years.
   She was going to kiss Cam Jackson.


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Sunday, 19 May 2013

Miss Dubois


Here’s another short excerpt from my WIP


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Matteo cocked an eyebrow and stared at her.  He would fire her for sure.  She lifted her chin and stared back at him, expecting a tongue lashing.

Instead, his gaze grew more intense and he tipped an imaginary hat.  “Touché, Miss Dubois, touché.”  And with that he strode out of the building.

Evie stood stunned.  He’d taken that remarkably calmly.  She frowned.  No doubt, he’d give her a serve tomorrow.  She sighed and made her way home.

Her nerves were on edge the entire evening as she thought about Matteo.  He didn’t seem to be the type to forgive so easily.  She sighed in resignation, took a long relaxing bath, and hopped into bed.

She awoke at three in the morning in the throes of an explosive orgasm.  As she gripped the edge of her bed, images of Matteo burned in her mind.

“Oh God,” she moaned, wishing that hadn’t just happened.  Why was she dreaming about Matteo?  And getting off on what she’d seen him do?

Her breathing returned to normal but the memory of his muscled naked body could not be erased.   She’d never witnessed anything like it before.  Sure, she’d watched some porn movies but this was real life.  And Matteo was one thousand times better equipped than any porn star she’d ever seen.  The way his body had moved while he’d fucked that woman was…

“Stop!” she ordered and punched her pillow.  How was she going to face him tomorrow?



Monday, 6 May 2013

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“I’m gonna be late,” Allie murmured under her breath as she slipped on her shoes.  Before she could turn, two strong arms were around her waist.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
She shivered in Kyle’s warm embrace.  “Work.”
“Take the day off.”
Closing her eyes for a moment, she wished it was as simple as that.  “I have a meeting.”
“Cancel it,” he insisted.
She turned to face him and her heart skipped a beat.  With black hair and the bluest of eyes, Kyle had the physique of a wrestler.  He was so damn hot, she could feel the fire burn between her legs.  Again.
She’d only met Kyle the previous evening.  At a bar, nonetheless, but the moment he’d whispered something obscene in her ear, she’d felt the pull of his animal magnetism.
He kissed her neck and whispered those same words.  “I want to taste your pussy.”
With an intake of breath, she meant to push him away, but the moment her fingers touched his bare muscular chest, she was trapped.
“Come on, Baby.  I’ll go insane if I can’t lick you,” he declared.
Smiling, she lifted an eyebrow.  “Really?”
He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his hard cock.  “I’m already a little insane.”
If that was insanity, she liked it.  She moved her hand over him.
“Mm,” he whispered, while undoing the buttons of her shirt.
She sighed in resignation.  There was no way she could think about work today.  “I’ll just ring the office.”
Kyle whipped off her shirt and bra.  “Later,” he muttered, taking a nipple into his mouth.
She arched her back and allowed his mouth to suckle.  The heat between her legs intensified.
Before long, she was completely naked, on her back, on the bed.
Spreading her legs, Kyle didn’t waste any time and lapped over her wet pussy.  She groaned at the contact.  He certainly was gifted.
His tongue swirled expertly around her clit, driving her to a frenzy.  She wanted more, so much more.  “Kyle,” she said, in a raspy whisper.
Kyle wasn’t about to be rushed.  He continued his concentration on her clit, licking and gently suckingthe sensitive nub.  Finally, he moved his attention elsewhere but didn’t abandon her clit altogether.

As his tongue darted in and out of her wet pussy, tiny tremors shot through Allie’s lower body.  Kyle pushed his fingers inside her while his tongue continued its onslaught.
She moved in rhythm with Kyle’s strokes, the tension quickly building deep within.
He moved his tongue frantically over her pussy.  He knew just how to please.  In a rush of splendor, the orgasm ripped through her being.  She cried out Kyle’s name, clinging to the bedcovers, as wave after wave of bliss shook her to the core.
Kyle wrenched every possible spasm from her convulsing body before moving over her on the bed.  His cock was hard and thick against her thigh, and she managed to open her eyelids.
Dangerous blue eyes stared back at her.  His mouth captured hers hungrily, proclaiming his lust.
In one swift movement, he plunged his stiff cock into her wet pussy and groaned against her mouth.
He thrust into her with long, hard strokes.  Allie could feel herself returning to a place she had left only moments ago.  The man was good.  So good.
She began to buck against him. Their bodies crashing together, thrust, by excruciating, thrust.
Her breaths were fast and ragged, as were Kyle’s, but she knew he had so much more to give.  After last night’s effort, she was amazed she could walk, let alone fuck, but she only felt pleasure.  So much pleasure.
Kyle was hammering her pussy.  Each plunge brought her closer and closer to her peak, and beyond.
With a jolt, the vibrations began.  Like flickering flames, they were fanned by Kyle’s extraordinary cock as he drove into her, time and time again.  Finally, the flames burst within her, like an inferno.
This time she screamed her shattering ecstasy.
Kyle’s momentum didn’t alter as he continued to fuck her.  The man was a legend.  Most men would have caved by now.
She watched him, groggily.  He really was beautiful to watch.  All muscle and sinew, sweat and sex.