Elite Elements
Book Three in the Elite Warriors Series
For most of their lives they’ve lived in the shadows, pulled
from every nation and background, united by one common cause—an all-consuming
hatred of Red Wolf. The unquenchable desire to rid the world of his very
existence fuels them, drives them.
These men and women pulled the fallen Elite from the snow-covered wreckage of
Operation Phoenix years ago. To some they’re called saviors. To others they’re
called traitors.
As Red Wolf’s power grows, the end game they’ve sacrificed
everything for may destroy them all. Or just maybe they’ll finally find the
peace they’ve been hunting for.
Revenge is their salvation but is there enough humanity left
inside them to save?
A new end. A new beginning. Elite Elements.
Satisfying Silicon by Virginia Nelson
Lady Dead may be number five on his hit list, but she trusts that Silicon will
come for her. Save her or kill her... either way, it'll be a hot ride.
Cesium’s Capture by Sabrina York
The mission is all that matters...until he meets her.
Vibranium’s Truth by Anna Alexander
It’s not the size of the gun that makes a warrior, but the strength of her
convictions.
Palladium’s Confession by Saranna DeWylde
A defrocked priest and his benediction of death are no match for this BBW on a
mission.
Francium's Chance by Rebecca Royce
Just because he's on the right side of the fight doesn't mean she can trust
him.
Asset: Arsenic by Heather Long
Arsenic is playing a dangerous game, but one with hefty payout—Red Wolf’s head
on a platter.
Kryptonite’s Oxygen by Jennifer Kacey
To rid the world of the deadliest wolf a broken girl must trust her kryptonite.
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Cesium’s Capture by Sabrina York
Jason “Coop” Cooper, AKA Cesium, is as cold as they come.
Nothing matters except for the job—a lesson he’s learned through painful
experience. But while on a mission in the gritty back alleys of Hong Kong to
collect intel about one of Red Wolf’s criminal associates, Coop is stunned to
meet a woman who reaches past his elaborately constructed walls. A woman who
sparks a fire inside him. One that could burn him from the inside out.
What a pity she’s in cahoots with his enemy.
Natalia Goodinov Petrova is not all she seems. Oh, she’s
beautiful and smart and uses her sexuality to get what she wants with no qualms
whatsoever, but her sex-kitten mask hides her true identity as a hard-core
Russian agent determined to root out the villain who killed her father…and wreak
her revenge.
Coop and Natalia come together in a clash of wills that
threatens to destroy both of them. Other than their stubborn determination to
complete their missions, they have nothing in common.
Or do they?
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Natalia Petrova fixed her features into some innocent,
seductive mien and Cooper smiled and gestured toward the foyer.
God, men were so easy to manipulate.
Sometimes it revolted her.
All she needed to do was bat her lashes and infer she might
possibly spread her legs for them and they melted.
She forced down a familiar irritation, an unwelcome desire
that there could be something more for her than her life as it was.
Her life was fine. Wonderful. Perfect.
It would be even better when she finally achieved her goal.
She was so close.
She couldn’t allow this man to fuck it all up.
And he might.
The gorgeous bastard had been tailing her for days. He’d
tried to be inconspicuous, but seriously, what woman with blood in her veins
would not notice him? He was tall—seemed even taller here, in Hong Kong, where
most men were in the five foot range. He was well over six. And his body…
She suppressed a shudder as he took her arm and led her
across the elegant foyer of the hotel. His body was magnificent. Muscled and
thick, bunching with energy and vigor. And then there was his face. Perfect
features, beautiful blue eyes, long lashes and a noble nose.
She didn’t dare think of his lips. His lips on hers.
It was wrong to think of fucking him. Stupid, even.
She had a mission to complete—a critical mission that she
needed to complete before Gregor figured out what she was really up to and
dragged her back home with her tail between her legs. Fucking this man would
only get in the way.
She glanced at him from beneath her lashes as they waited
for the elevator. When his gaze met hers, when his beautiful lips kicked up
into a small smile, she swallowed heavily.
Because, yeah. He made her drool.
Drool.
No man had ever made her drool. No man had ever had such an
effect on her.
That alone was ample reason to do her business and get out.
While Nat had never been afraid of any man, she had to
admit, this one sent skirls of nervousness through her.
Or maybe not nervousness.
Maybe it was just lust.
It had been a while, after all.
The elevator door opened with a silent shush, and he set his
hand to the small of her back and led her in. Funny how the contact burned,
even through her blouse. Her nerves awoke and sang.
She told them to shut up.
As he pressed the button for his floor, her attention
fixated on his thumb. Thick and blunt. Manly. It was—
Nat gave herself a mental shake. For pity’s sake. It was a
thumb. Nothing to obsess about. Nearly everyone had one.
He nodded to an elderly couple who joined them in the car
and as the doors closed, the four of them faced forward, staring at nothing as
the elevator moved. Nat remained motionless, but her mind was in a
whirl…because that thumb, his thumb, had begun some kind of heinous torture
against her back. Sweeping, swirling, stroking.
She had no idea why her knees went weak.
No idea why her body liquefied.
It was only a thumb.
She was stronger than this. She always had been. No mere man
had ever had any power over her. She’d gone to great lengths to make certain of
it.
That was why this situation was so annoying…and
scintillating.
She’d always wondered what it would be like to find a man
who could move her. She’d always wondered what it would be like to fuck him.
Damn it. There was that whispered voice again. That
resonating ache.
She attempted to tamp it down. Reminded herself of her
mission. Of why she needed to be strong, resolute, cold…
The elevator stopped and the elderly couple stepped off with
polite nods. Nat forced a smile at them, redoubling her efforts to maintain her
professional façade. She needed information from this man and that was all.
What a pity then, that as soon as the doors closed, he
whipped her into his arms, pulled her hard against him, and kissed her.
It was a blazing kiss, one that wiped her mind clean and
sent her senses into a spiral.
God, had she thought his lips were perfect? They were beyond
that.
He was beyond that.
She was immediately suffused with his scent, his taste, the
feel of his hard, pulsing body. His arms around her, like steel bands, held her
in place as he consumed her with a wild passion that only stoked hers.
He moved in, closer, closer, until he had backed her up
against the mirrored wall. His broad hand skimmed over her hip, up and up,
closing on her breast.
A sharp thrill cut through her as his palm scored her nipple
and she gasped through the kiss.
His chuckle rumbled between them.
She had little opportunity to process her irritation when
his hot mouth moved from her lips to the crook of her neck. The scruff of his
beard scraped like a razor over her raw nerves, sending spirals of delirium
along her spine. She tried desperately to be annoyed. She didn’t like this
sense of…submission to her lust. She was used to being the one in charge, the
one taking the lead. The one who didn’t care. Somehow, he made her care.
But she lacked the resolve to push away.
So to punish him, she raked his nape with her nails. It was
a vicious swipe.
He liked it.
In fact, it roused him to greater passion.
He reared back and stared at her. His muscles went taut, his
expression intense. His eyes burned.
“You are making me crazy,” he growled.
She found a little satisfaction in the fact that he seemed
to be provoked by his lack of aplomb as well. Surely it was wrong to taunt him
more.
She rubbed her belly against his hard cock nonetheless.
His nostrils flared, like those of a wild beast scenting its
mate, but he merely chuckled again. “If you keep that up, I’m going to fuck you
right here.”
She quirked a brow. “In the elevator? How bourgeois.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” He took her mouth again in a crazed
frenzy, eating at her, devouring her, stoking the fire he’d built in her belly
and making her as crazy as he. Indeed, she didn’t care where they were. Indeed,
she would happily fuck him here—
It was irritating that the door slid open just then.
Irritating because they had to part, had to step into the hallway, had to
function like humans.
It took most of her reserves to put one foot before the
other, even though he had a hold on her arm and guided her. Her vision blurred.
Her body trembled. She could feel the arousal welling between her legs. She
shook from wanting him.
The logical, well-trained part of her brain told her she
should get him somewhere private—and his room was private—and begin her interrogation,
discover why he was following her. Discover if her cover had been blown.
Another part of her, a far more feral and visceral part, saw
an opportunity to slake the hunger that had been clawing at her from the first
moment she laid eyes on him. To take what she wanted from this man and leave
him panting for more.
Perhaps she could have both.
Hot sweaty sex, and the answers she needed…
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and
USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous romances. Her titles range from
sweet & snarky to scorching romance in historical, contemporary and fantasy
sub-genres. Represented by Nicole Rescinti at the Seymour Agency Visit
her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and
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