Celebrating Fall Releases
with a Sparkly Tiara
I was supposed to be born in a royal family. I don’t know what went wrong. But I was born into a normal family that does things like laundry. In fact, my mother was known to notify me—when I didn’t make my bed—“You are not the Queen of Sheba.” Each time, it sent me spiraling into depression.
Because I was supposed to be royalty!
Perhaps that explains my obsession with crowns and tiaras. It might even explain why I wear them secretly when no one is looking.
Then again, maybe not.
At any rate, when I thought about what I would do for my first Author Contest, I naturally thought a tiara would be the perfect choice. You wouldn’t believe the response I got! My readers when crazy and almost came to blows over who would win.
My second contest, for a pair of rhinestone handcuffs, was popular as well, but when that ended, you know I had to revisit the tiara situation. And not just because my collection is getting unwieldy.
It’s because my readers loved it.
So here’s the deal. In celebration of my Fall releases, I am holding another tiara contest. You can enter to win this gorgeous piece of bling by signing up for my Royal Hotsheet. You’ll get new book and contest info from me only–no spam! (Your e-mail address will not be shared). If you’re already getting the newsletter, don’t fret. You’re already in the drawing.
All you have to do is send an email with “Enter Me” in the subject line (this is erotica, after all) to firstname.lastname@example.org. The drawing will be December 31, 2012. One entry per person.
One entry per person? Are you crazy, Sabrina?
But you can earn more chances to win in the Refer Your Friends Bonus. Simply tell your friends about Sabrina York, Her Royal Hotness. If they sign up for the Hotsheet as well, you earn another entry. They must tell me that you referred them in the message box.
So here’s a little about the new releases I am celebrating. Click on the link to check out a blurb or read an excerpt.
Trickery, Magical Domination at its best! Available October 3, 2012
Folly, BDSM Regency—no kidding!
Training Tess, Super hot contemporary BDSM
My latest release, Pushing her Buttons was the first place winner of the Celtic Hearts Novellas Need Love Too contest and named the 2011 Distinguished Novella of the year. If you like super hot sex, domination and kinky play, this one’s for you! Here’s the blurb and an excerpt:
Reader Advisory: Samantha’s sexy neighbor tries to drive her wild with lust, and he’ll stop at nothing to succeed. Spanking? Of course. Leather straps? You bet. Girl-on-girl action? Oh yeah. Wear your flame-retardant panties while reading this one.
An Excerpt From: PUSHING HER BUTTONS
Copyright © SABRINA YORK, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
I almost got off the elevator when he stepped on, that slick sophisticated creature oozing with masculinity, the man who haunted my dreams. He could turn me into a bundle of jangled, weeping nerves with a look.Connect with Sabrina!
So I didn’t look.
This took some effort.
I wanted to, was drawn to the energy, the intensity, the heat rolling off him in waves. Instead I diligently studied the sleek chrome of the elevator doors as they slid silently shut.
We were alone, together, in a box. Again. For a hundred floors.
“Going up?” His voice was a slithering snake, raspy, undulating and smooth.
I nodded. A short, curt dip of my head.
From the corner of my eye, I watched as he pressed the button for our floor. His thumb was long and blunt. He did it slowly, caressing the face. As though making a promise.
And all the while, he stared at me. Tracking my every reaction. Taking in the rise of my breast, the quick dash of my tongue on suddenly dry lips, the quiver of a lash.
This unrelenting attention made my skin prickle, my nipples swell.
I riffled in my purse for a stick of gum. There was no gum but I riffled anyway.
Honestly. How long could an elevator ride last? I focused on the lights of the header, ignoring his presence. Desperately trying to, at least, as his searing gaze lingered and stroked.
I was managing quite well, thank you very much.
Until he did it.
He made a noise I couldn’t ignore. It was something feral, between a grunt and a moan. A sound a lion might make, unconsciously, distractedly, upon sighting a particularly juicy gazelle. Or a female in heat.
I was not a female in heat.
More than one man had commented on my frigidity. The idiots. My coolness was merely a reflection of their ineptitude.
This man was probably not inept. A frightening truth for someone like me.
The sound, the growl, the urgent hungry groan, washed through me in a vibrating bass.
I punched the button for our floor several times in succession. It was a tell and I knew it, but I couldn’t help myself. Panic rose in my throat as the heat he sent off swirled around me, sank in and settled in my belly.
His interest in me had never been a secret. He’d tried flirting and sweet talk, he’d asked me out more than once but I always shot him down. I knew what kind of man he was. He had that vibe, that look, that alluring menace.
I knew what he was, for God’s sake. I could smell it, feel it, taste it. I’d been there before and sworn I’d never go there again.
Any woman with a pulse would think him attractive, what with that sable hair flopping onto his forehead, that square dented chin, that boyish insouciance belied by a satyr’s smirk. And, ah. Those deep-brown eyes ringed with sinful sooty lashes. Those exquisitely molded lips. That hard athlete’s physique.
But not every woman would notice the simmering passion, the sultry sadism that called to a woman like me. Telegraphed in secret code. Tapping. Tapping on my nerves.
I did not want a man like that. Not anymore. A man like that would eat me alive.
Against my will, I caught a glimpse of his chiseled reflection in the chrome. He’d opened his suit jacket and tucked his fingers into the front pockets of his slacks. He leaned like a lazy panther against the mirrored wall and tipped his head back, studying the ceiling. His long legs were crossed at the ankles, showcasing immaculate Ferragamos gleaming with a high gloss. A crooked grin tugged at his luscious lips.
Mercy. Those lips.
Heat sizzled through me as I imagined those lips on me, sucking, nuzzling, nipping.
But that would never happen. He was not my type and I was not his. I wasn’t.
I told myself to look away but I didn’t do it quickly enough.
He straightened as we neared our floor. Adjusted his jacket. Shook out his pants. Raked his thick dark curls…
And caught my gaze in the mirror. Caught me staring hungrily.
Horrified by this wash of vulnerability, I turned my head. Our eyes locked again but this time directly, intimately, across the car. Tangled, tied.
His body stiffened, nostrils flared, pupils dilated. He leaned slightly, almost imperceptibly, toward me. His scent, his aura intensified. He held me immobile by the sheer power of his intent.
And then he licked his lips.
Something within me liquefied. My knees went weak and I nearly dropped my briefcase. Who knows what would have happed, what could have happened, if the elevator hadn’t opened at just that moment?
The welcome ding snapped me out of this lazy, hazy daze. I clutched my briefcase to my chest and rushed through the doors almost before they were open, doing a determined power walk to my penthouse.
He followed, slowly stalking. I didn’t hesitate. I waved my keycard over the lock and slipped inside. To safety.
I tried not to look back. Really. I did. It was only a quick glance but the sight of him standing next to his double-doored entrance, pinning me with a heavy-lidded gaze, rocketed through me like a fist to my solar plexus. There was heat in his eyes. And hunger. And certainty.
I shut the door, shutting him out. Shutting it out. He wasn’t my type. I wasn’t his.
A man like that could destroy the woman I was, melt the mask I had worked so hard to forge. I refused to think about him. I refused to want him.
I didn’t sleep all night.
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Keep it hot baby!