Tristan’s Temptation by Sabrina York
The red-hot sequel to Adam’s Obsession.
Tristan
Trillo has one steadfast rule—thou shalt not fish in the company pond. That
puts his executive assistant Shannon Weiss firmly out of reach. He tells
himself the secret steamy computer simulations he creates—ones featuring a
seductress with more than a passing resemblance to Shannon—are enough. But
watching the virtual Shannon get spanked or tied up, taken from behind or while
down on her knees, just makes him want the real Shannon more.
When
Shannon discovers the depth of Tristan’s desire, she vows to seduce him in real
life, his rule be damned. After a blazing, illicit tryst in Tristan’s office,
he insists they can never do it again. So Shannon, ever the obedient assistant,
makes certain the next time she seduces him, they do something completely
different.
Poor
Tristan is a man trapped between his steadfast rule and a burning passion. A
rock, if you will, and a very hard place.
What people are saying about Tristan’s
Temptation
“The
scene where Tristan makes Shannon come clean with how long she has wanted him
is beyond hot. *fans self in memory* And of course there is plenty of other
smoking scenes that darn near melted my Kindle…Read this story! I mean is there
any better way to spend a day? I think not! But be careful ~ I may
have tempted you, but prepare to become obsessed!” Reader’s Edyn
“Delicious… Tristan
and Shannon’s secret office romance is through the roof sexy and I couldn’t get
through the pages of this sexy novella fast enough.” Sizzling Hot Book
Reviews
5 Angels!
“Tristan’s Temptation: a thoroughly fun, dizzyingly sexy read!” Fallen Angel
Reviews
“A wonderful book…I would love to revisit these characters in the future.” Romancing the Book
“A wonderful book…I would love to revisit these characters in the future.” Romancing the Book
“Fantastic.” Sensual
Reads
“This was
a fun read…hot and steamy.” Night Owl Reviews
READ AN EXCERPT
An
Irresistible Temptation…
It was
nearly ten that night when he finally broke down and called her. He used the
phone, because they’d already done the computer thing, and he’d insisted that
couldn’t happen again. The phone, for some reason, he could justify.
It took
her a moment to pick up, though he knew she was home. He could see the light
streaming softly through her windows as he stood on the bluff overlooking her
house.
“Hello?”
Her voice was soft, watery. Like she’d been crying.
“Shannon?”
“Tristan.”
She fairly breathed his name.
“Are you
all right?”
She
sniffled. “Oh yeah. I was just, um, watching a movie. How are you?”
“I’m…
good.” It was a lie. He was hungry and antsy and annoyed. “I’ve been thinking
about you.” Like incessantly.
“Have
you?” Her sniffles seemed to have cleared up. He watched as she stepped out
onto the patio, wearing a terrycloth robe, cell phone in hand and looked up at
his house. He sketched a wave.
“Yes.
Have you been thinking about me?”
“A
little.” He heard the smile in her voice.
“Just a
little?”
“Well.
Okay. A lot.” He watched as she sat on a lounge chair and pulled a blanket over
her lower body. It was a cool night and her legs were bare.
“Did you
just get out of the shower?” Something started to simmer in his groin.
“The
bath.”
He
groaned at the vision her words created in his head. “Did you have bubbles?”
“Not
tonight. But I could do that, if it would interest you. I’d let you watch.”
“Would
you?” He liked that idea. He liked it very much.
“Did you
touch yourself while you were in the bath?”
She
chortled. “Of course, Tristan. But do you know what?”
“What?”
He was breathless with curiosity.
“I’m
touching myself right now.”
“What!”
He nearly dropped his cell over the cliff. Jesus. There. On the balcony.
Outside!
“Oh yeah.”
She moaned deep and low. He swore he could see her fingers undulating inside
that robe, under the blanket, a quarter mile away. In the shadows.
“Shannon,
Jesus. You’re killing me.”
She
didn’t reply, but he watched as her knees rose to points in the distance as she
shifted her body. Anyone else watching would have no idea that the woman
relaxing on the lounger was slipping her fingers deep inside her body, but
Tristan knew. He knew with a visceral jolt to his solar plexus as he heard her
groan, the sharp gasps and the tiny little whimpers of pleasure. “Hell.” He
squinted his eyes in a vain attempt to see her better. There in the dark. A
quarter mile away.
“Oh yes.”
Her voice was like velvet. “I’m so wet for you, Tristan. I’ve been thinking
about you all day and I want you in me sooo bad.”
“Do you?”
Hell. He wanted that too. More than fucking anything.
“Mmm. Do
you know how hard my little nub is? It’s like a stone. So hard. So swollen. It
feels so good when I touch it. I wish you could touch it. I wish you could lick
it. I wish…”
But
Shannon was talking to herself. Tristan had severed he connection and was
heading for the door, his car keys and his hard on making twin bulges in his
jeans.
Wired Series by Sabrina York
Scorching Office Romances Coming this Fall!
When brothers Tristan and Adam started a tech company with their college friend Jack, they made one firm, unbreakable rule: thou shalt not fish in the company pond.
What a pity all three men find themselves entangled with women they cannot resist!
2013 Passionate Plume Finalist
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