Fans of the Tryst Island Books have been eagerly awaiting the next installment. Not only is it here, it is premiering at a special introductory price as a thank you to loyal readers.
The scorching follow up to bestselling Rebound, Dragonfly Kisses, Smoking Holt and Heart of Ash, Devlin’s Dare will release at a special price of 99¢ for two weeks, before going to its regular price of $2.99 on February 15th.
If you’re new to the series, check out the Tryst Island Trailer: http://youtu.be/uJ1rhyeLkAM or download Sabrina’s free teaser book at http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/
to read blurbs and excerpts for this popular series. Each book in the series is
a stand-alone story.
DEVLIN’S
DARE—Book 5 in the Tryst Island SeriesA No-Strings Fling Becomes Something For Which He Will Risk All
Devlin Fox has always been a
player. A horny bee flitting from flower to flower. He has no idea why the sexy
minx he meets on the way to Tryst Island affects him the way she does.
Arousal—for her—hits him like a fist to the gut and he can’t stop thinking
about her.
But Tara Romano doesn’t “do”
commitments. For good reason. When she proposes they be “friends with
benefits,” Devlin can’t figure out why the idea annoys him so much. It should
be the perfect scenario. A gorgeous, alluring woman who only wants him for his
body… He wants, needs, more from
Tara, so he hits upon a plan to turn their no-strings-fling into something
lasting. A series of tantalizing dares—dares Tara cannot resist.
Book
5 in the Tryst Island Series EXCERPT...
By reading any further, you are
stating that you are at least 18 years of age.
If you are under the age of 18,
please exit this site.
“That’s Devlin Fox?” She glared across
the restaurant. It wasn’t bad enough that the gorgeous guy she ran into on the
ferry turned out to be friends with the douche in the ascot she’d been running
from. No.
He
had to be her worst enemy too.
Damn.
Damn damn damn.
“You
know him?” Bella asked.
“He
writes a Foodie Blog.” Tara glowered around the table, trying hard not to
snarl. Or pout. “He gave Stud Muffin a bad review.”
“What?”
Cam squawked.
Jamie
shook her head. “Why did he do that?”
Tara
crossed her arms over her chest. She’d spent her life learning her craft. Spent
her life savings opening her own bakery. Spent years building clientele. Then,
with one crappy review, business had tanked. Totally into the toilet. In one
fell swoop, many of her regulars had stopped coming in.
She
wasn’t sure she’d be able to make the bills this month, which was devastating.
And
all because of him.
It
was unfair for one man to have so much power.
And
why had he panned her bakery? “Because I don’t have gluten-free.” She muttered,
then added, under her breath, “Big baby.”
Still,
gluten-free was a huge deal in Seattle. She’d spent the past week working up
recipes. And fantasizing about wreaking vengeance on a certain blogger.
It
had been a mere fantasy, until now. But now…
Kaitlin
shifted closer, drawing Tara’s attention. “What are you thinking?” she asked in
a whisper, her features tight.
Tara
froze. It didn’t do to think around
Kaitlin. Not that the elfin redhead read minds, or at least that’s what she
claimed. But she seemed to know
things.
“Nothing.”
Tara made it a point to bat her lashes.
Kaitlin’s
nose rumpled, as though she smelled something nasty. Like a lie.
But
hell. Tara couldn’t tell Kaitlin what she was really thinking because
Kaitlin—the sweet, innocent soul that she was—would try to talk her out of it.
Ramble on about Karma and shit.
No,
Tara couldn’t tell anyone what she was really thinking about.
Because
she was plotting revenge.
She
was going to get Devlin Fox back. And she was going to get him good.
* * * * *
“Hi
there.”
Devlin
turned on the barstool, his trademark smile firmly in place. Everything within
him froze. It was her. That little slice of heaven from the ferry. Damn. She
was as hot as he remembered.
She
sidled up next to him and the chatter of the bar receded. Fascination—and
something else—rose.
“Well
hello there.”
He
liked her scent, something floral and light. He liked her heat as she pressed
against his side. She lowered her long lush lashes and peeped up at him through
the fringe. Damn, that was sexy. She licked her lips. That was sexy too.
“I
never got to thank you,” she purred.
“Th-Thank
me?” Was that her hand? On his thigh?
Shit yeah.
“For
saving me.” Her fingers flexed. “I would have tumbled to my death if you hadn’t
grabbed me.”
“I
doubt you would have tumbled to your death. Disfigurement, perhaps. Dire
injury. But not death. Don’t exaggerate.”
She
laughed, a low chortle. “Well… Thank you.” She leaned closer and whispered,
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Devlin
blinked. He’d been hit on in bars before, but no woman had ever offered to buy
him a drink.
She
might just be a perfect woman. “Sure.”
“What’s
your poison?”
“Whiskey
sour.”
She
signaled to the bartender.
“So…I’m
Devlin.”
“Devlin.”
She cooed. Actually cooed.
“And
you are…?”
“Interested.”
He
jumped a little as her hand skated up his thigh. His pulse skipped. “I…ah…yes.
But what can I call you?” He had a pretty good idea where this was headed, and
he wanted to know what to cry out as he sank into her steamy depths. It was
only polite to know a woman’s name at a moment like that.
She
pursed her lips, as though she were thinking it over. Or thinking about
something else. Her thumb snaked up. Nudged his balls, ever so lightly, and
through thick denim, but he felt it like an electrical charge. “Call me Sugar.”
“Sugar.”
Oh yeah. She was sweet.
“Would
you…like to go for a walk?”
“A
walk?” His cock lurched. All thoughts of that drink faded.
“It’s
a beautiful night…”
She
looked over her shoulder and then threaded her fingers in his, leading him
toward the back of the bar. He didn’t know why they weren’t heading for the
front door, but didn’t much care.
She
was a beautiful woman. She wanted him. And he was just drunk enough to follow
her anywhere she led.
He
shot a glance at Parker who sent him a thumbs up.
They
barely made it out the back door of the bar before she kissed him. Damn. Backed
him up against the wall, raked her fingers through his hair, pulled his head
down and took his mouth.
And
damn, she was a good kisser. She ate him with heat and passion and carnivorous
zeal. He responded in kind, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He nearly
passed out when she sucked on it, nibbled it, toyed with it. He couldn’t help
imagining her doing the same to his cock.
Her
palm roved over his chest and made its way down to his hips. He didn’t dare
move as she slowly teased the band of his jeans. She pulled back and held his
gaze as she popped the snap.
“Mmm,”
she murmured, reaching in. His eyes crossed as she molded his length. Squeezed.
“Such a big boy.” She licked her lips and his brain short-circuited. When she
went to her knees before him and blew a hot breath on him through the cotton of
his briefs, he nearly lost consciousness. “I want to taste you,” she said.
“Take off your pants.”
Holy God.
Yes.
In a
frenzy, he kicked off his shoes, and ripped off his jeans, hopping from one
foot to the other. He held still, frozen in place, as she hooked her thumbs in
his briefs and eased them down revealing his eager cock. She dragged his
underwear down until they pooled at his ankles.
He
heard the catch in her moan. Felt the trace of a warm finger around his swollen
head and down to the base. He shuddered.
“Ah.
Yes,” she said, coming close. Her heat caressed him. His knees knocked. She
fisted him. Pumped. Once. Twice. Blood pounded at his temples. Thrummed in his
cock. She bent closer. Her damp breath kissed the head. “Such a big dick,” she
said.
If
he’d been in his right mind, her tone would have warned him, but he wasn’t in
his right mind. He was a little drunk and a lot horny and there was a gorgeous
woman on her knees before him with his cock in her fist. Her mouth hovered over
the tip.
Yes.
Yes. Just a little more…
She
released him and stood up in a rush. Her beautiful, seductive expression
morphed into something bitter. He gaped at her, stunned.
“Yeah,”
she said, propping her fists on her hips. “You, Devlin Fox, are a big dick.”
And
then she left. Whirled on her heel and left him standing there, half-naked,
leaning against the grimy brick wall behind a grungy bar.
And
she took his jeans.
About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York is the award winning author of over 20 hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range
from sweet & sexy erotic romance to scorching BDSM. Connect with her on
twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook
or on Pintrest. Check
out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazon
or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/ And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!
CURRENT PROMOS
Free Teaser
Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/
Newsletter
& contest: http://sabrinayork.com/sabrinas-contest-and-newsletter/
Enter to
win a signed print copy of scorching Regency romance, Dark Fancy on Goodreads! https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17409083-dark-fancy
FOLLOW SABRINA
Like my
Facebook Author Page https://www.facebook.com/SabrinaYorkBooks
Follow me on
Twitter @sabrina_york
Follow me on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5817917.Sabrina_York
Check out my
Pintrest boards: http://www.pinterest.com/sabrinayork/boards/
Like my Amazon
Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Sabrina-York/e/B00856PDEO/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1382929432&sr=8-2-ent
Check out my Barnes & Noble Author page: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/sabrina-york
Follow me on
Ellora’s Cave: https://www.ellorascave.com/index.php/authors/index/author/slug/sabrina-york/
Check out Sabrina York's other books on Ellora's Cave
2 comments:
Thanks so much for featuring my book Nicole!!! What a thrill to be here.
Sabrina
Getting a late start today. Thanks Sabrina for being my guest! ;)
Post a Comment