Scorching New Collection!
Star Crossed: Their love was meant to be.
Eight USA Today and NY Times and Bestselling authors
offering steamy contemporary romance the way you love it! A collection of spicy
and extra spicy tales of fated love. Get swept away by stories of ordinary
people getting extraordinary second chances, risking their hearts and finding
true love. This is a box set to laugh, cry and lose your heart to.
Katalina Leon ~ Dark Sky
Dark hearts. Dark Sky. Since childhood, Severin and Avery’s
love was meant to be. For eight years, tragedy has torn them apart but fate offers
them a second chance.
Sabrina York ~ Smoking Holt.
Bella’s secretly wanted Holt for years, and now...here's her
chance. Will his fiery dominance burn this willful heroine to a crisp?
Ann Mayburnn ~ Sodom and the Phoenix
Will shy Tanwen find the courage to embrace all the
forbidden pleasures that Master Adam has to offer, or will she continue to be a
'good girl' and deny herself the satisfaction and love she truly desires.
Michelle Fox ~ Operation Burlesque
The last thing a burlesque dancer should do is fall in love
with a sexy special ops agent, especially when that puts her on the radar of
the terrorist network he's taking down.
Rebecca Royce ~ Under The Lights
Despite the odds, their passion burns as the show must go
on. Can these two see there is love to be had both under and away from the
lights?
TL Reeve ~ Releasing Hannah
For Hannah, coming home is the easy part. Finding herself,
while searching for the right Dom to release her inhibitions will push her
heart to its limits.
Dena Garson ~ Snow Effect
When Randy walked away from Nicki eight years earlier, he
shattered her heart. Now that fate -or maybe just a couple of scheming
grandparents- has brought them together again he’ll have to convince her that
he deserves a second chance.
Virginia Cavanaugh ~ Lovers By Night
Paige Sutton wants to play doctor with handsome Brandon
Kline, a hot doctor that is sure to give any woman palpitations. This sizzling
medical romance is just what the doctor ordered.
Smoking Holt by Sabrina York
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.
Poor Bella. In this scene, she’s a little torn. On the one
hand, she is utterly enthralled by the prospect of having Holt Lamm in her bed.
On the other hand, his arrogance annoys her and the thought of submitting to
his dominance scares her to death.
Their back and forth serves as a preliminary negotiation for
their play, but Bella is bound and determined to make sure Holt understands
that she is not some simpering doormat he can boss around.
Little does she know, that’s just the way he likes it.
Enjoy this excerpt from Smoking Holt by Sabrina York.
Smoking Holt is book three in the Tryst Island Series. Each
book is a stand-alone romantic romp.
READ AN EXCERPT OF 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 chit 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.
About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and
USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy
readers. Her
titles range from
sweet & snarky to scorching romance. Visit her webpage at
www.sabrinayork.com to check out her
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