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Thursday, March 28, 2013

Sabrina York Celebrates her Anniversary with Giveaways Galore!



It’s almost April. The birds are chirping in the trees and the skies are no longer filled with snow-laden clouds.

And I am excited because April marks one year for me as a published author. My first book, Adam’s Obsession, released on April 4th, 2012. It’s been an exciting journey ever since. I've met some of the most amazing people and made some really wonderful friends.

I want to thank my readers and my fans for all their support. It really means a lot.

I am excited to report that I now have ten titles out and four more coming soon…plus a bunch in the hopper!  

I've included a list below with links if you’re tempted.

I am even trying my hand at self publishing. Rebound, the first novella in the Tryst Island Series releases in April. I am so excited about that, you know I just have to give one away to a lucky commenter! Just mention the title in the comments section below and I’ll add you to the drawing.

Here’s the blurb:

Rebound by Sabrina York
Kristi Cross has had the hots for her friend, Cameron Jackson as long as she can remember, but she knows she’s not his type. She’s nothing like the women he dates. So when he suggests they play for a kiss over a game of Hearts, Kristi can’t resist. Even if she loses, she wins. Because she’s finally going to taste him.

Of course, one kiss can quickly become something altogether steamier, especially when both parties are on the rebound…








And if you’re in the mood for a super quick, steamy read, check out my most recent release, Man Hungry, a Quickie from Ellora’s Cave:

Man Hungry by Sabrina York

Blind dates are hell. At least that’s what Justin thinks before he’s set up with Jessica, a sizzling-hot schoolteacher who captures his heart—or at least his lust—at first sight. He can’t let their date fail so he does what any sane, rational prankster would do—he pretends he’s there to meet someone else. A man-hungry schoolmarm.
Jessica knows full well that Justin is her date, so she decides to have a little fun and show him exactly how man hungry a “schoolmarm” can be. And Jessica’s hunger is all for Justin. On the dance floor, atop a table, up against a door…she just can’t get enough.
A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

And yes, if you mention the title in the comments section below, you could win a copy of Man Hungry as well!

***ENTER TO WIN SABRINA’S TIARA***
Oh, and this is important! March 31st is the LAST DAY to enter my Tiara Giveaway.

Well…until I decide to give away another. My bling closet is getting kind of cluttered. (But darling, if you’re going to be a hoarder, shouldn’t you be hoarding bling?”)

To enter, just sign up for the Royal Hotsheet (Sabrina’s Newsletter). Newsletter subscribers are eligible to win all coming contests as well as random giveaways. Because, have I mentioned? Tiara closet? Cluttered?
Send an email with "Enter Me" in the subject line (this is erotica, after all) to sabrina@sabrinayork.com. If you want to win a copy of Man Hungry, mention that in the body of the email!

The drawing will be March 31, 2013. It is a completely random drawing. I made it a point to have the one person on the planet who ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT CARE about the results draw the winner.

That is, after all, what teenage sons are for.

Remember, only one entry per person, but if you refer your friends you will earn bonus entries.

Refer Your Friends Bonus Entries
Tell your friends about Sabrina York, Her Royal Hotness. If they sign up for Sabrina's Hotsheet you earn another entry, plus a chance at a Referrals Only drawing for more bling. (NOTE: They must tell me that you referred them in the message box so I can give you credit).

Good luck!!!

About Sabrina York
Sabrina is an award winning author of erotic romance with nearly a dozen titles available, ranging from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york or Facebook.

Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on her webpage (www.sabrinayork.com) or explore on Amazon or at Ellora’s Cave.


Books by Sabrina York
Five Alarm Fire (Erotic Contemporary for the High Octane Heroes Anthology, Cleis Press)—coming soon
Lust Eternal (Erotic Fantasy, Ellora’s Cave) —coming soon
Making Over Maris (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave) —coming soon
Rebound: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary, Available soon on Amazon)


Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Sexy Couponing…in the Extreme: A Valentine's Day Challenge from Sabrina York



Valentine’s Day is coming soon.

It’s time to think about what we might do to show our sweetheart how much we adore them. I can’t think of a better gift for your partner than a sexy coupon book.

And not just because that’s the theme of my latest release. The fact of the matter is, a sexy coupon book is a lot cheaper than a dozen roses or a re-built motorcycle engine.

Plus, it’s a hell of a lot more fun!

In my steamy novella with BDSM themes, Extreme Couponing, sweet and sexy hubby Tae discovers that wife Bella secretly craves sexual submission but it too shy to ask him for it, so he designs a book full of sexy coupons to lead her down the garden path. The coupon he redeems first is for One Hour of Complete Submission. The result is a revival of their sex life, in a way that completely satisfies them both. (Please read on for the scorching excerpt…)

So here’s my question for you, dear reader: What would you put in your Valentine’s Day Coupon Book for your spouse? Would it be naughty and risqué? Or would you stick to a litany of household chores?

I’d love to hear your ideas for my coupon book. So would my dear husband!

Here are some suggestions to get you started:

Coupons for Him
·         Good for one comment-free football game*
·         Good for one BBJ (Blindfolded Blowjob)**
·         I will act out a scene from your favorite porno
·         All right, I will play Halo/Portal/WOW with you
·         Lingerie. That’s it. Just lingerie.
·         Good for one Ellora’sCave for Men ebook

Coupons for Her
·         Dinner. In or out. Your choice. My treat.
·         I will change the oil in your car without complaining about it (much)
·         I will clean the garage (really, I’ll do it this time)
·         Good for bathroom duty for one week
·         I will actually complete any one chore from my Honey-Do list
·         Good for one spanking, whether you need it or not

Coupons that Go Both Ways
·         Good for one backrub*
·         Good for breakfast in bed*
·         Good for one foot rub*
·         Role reversal for one week
·         Good for one weekend away
·         I won’t complain about work for one whole evening. Promise.
·         I will give as good as I get.

*From Extreme Couponing
**Yeah, this is in one of my coming releases!
See how much fun this can be???

Please comment below and share your suggestions for a Valentine’s Day Coupon Book, and read on for information about my books, contests and the sizzling excerpt from Extreme Couponing, available now from Ellora’sCave.


About Sabrina York
Sabrina is an award winning author of erotic romance with over a dozen titles available, ranging from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york or Facebook.

Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on her web page (www.sabrinayork.com) or explore on Amazonor at Ellora’sCave.
·         Adam’s Obsession: Contemporary Erotic Romance  
·         Extreme Couponing: Contemporary BDSM
·         Folly: Erotic Regency
·         Pushing Her Buttons: Contemporary BDSM  
·         Rising Green: Steamy Erotic horror
·         Training Tess: Contemporary BDSM  
·         Trickery: Magical Domination  
·         Tristan’s Temptation: Contemporary Erotic Romance  

Coming Releases


Enter to win a gorgeous tiara by signing up for Sabrina York's Royal Hotsheet (new book and contest info 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. Send an email with "Enter Me" in the subject line (this is erotica, after all) to sabrina@sabrinayork.com. The drawing will be March 31, 2013.

One entry per person.

Refer Your Friends Bonus Entries
Tell your friends about Sabrina York, Her Royal Hotness. If they sign up for Sabrina's Hotsheet you earn another entry, plus a chance at a Referrals Only drawing for more bling. (NOTE: They must tell me that you referred them in the message box so I can give you credit).

Good luck!!!



Extreme Couponing

by Sabrina York

Bella adores Tae. He is sweet and patient and gentle. She would do anything to keep her handsome hubby happy—even pretend to be something she’s not. She ignores that niggling dissatisfaction with their very vanilla marriage. But secretly, she yearns for something darker.

When Tae discovers—quite by accident—about Bella’s secret desires, he is determined to fulfill her every fantasy—and his. He devises a wicked coupon book full of naughty commands and fiendish challenges. From spankings to bondage to erotic play with household implements, he tests her limits. 

With each coupon Tae redeems, Bella sinks deeper and deeper into the lifestyle she has always craved but never had the courage to demand. Can they find a place that allows her to be the strong independent woman he fell in love with and the quivering sub she is at her core?

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Ball & Chain Line


An Excerpt From: Extreme Couponing

Copyright © SABRINA YORK, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
If you’re under 18, it is necessary for you to stop reading now.

With a simmering glance at her, he slid a finger beneath the tape. A small booklet fell out onto his lap.

“What is it?” She scooted closer.

“Oh look. You gave me coupons.” He sounded excited. Thrilled even.

“Coupons?” She shook her head and took a sip of her coffee. What on earth was he up to? She was hardly a “coupon queen”. She was the kind of woman who used coupons as bookmarks.

In fact, he did all the grocery shopping. Well, if he wanted food in the house.

She wasn't very domesticated. Never had been.

He flipped through the booklet, oohing and aahing. The sideways looks he sent her set a fire in her gut. “Oh Bella,” he purred, pausing on one coupon in particular. “You shouldn't have.”

She frowned. “Let me see that book.”

Before he could protest, she snatched it from him and flipped through the pages. And she began to laugh. Clearly he’d printed out this booklet on his computer. “Good for one backrub. Hmm.” She flipped to the next. “Good for breakfast in bed.” Okay. There was the usual stuff. One foot rub, one blowjob, one comment-free football game…

And then she came to one that made the breath catch in her throat. She swallowed. Her pussy twitched.

It said, One hour of complete submission.

She froze. Every muscle in her body locked in place. Her heart pounded, her blood thrummed, her body liquefied.

He watched her intently, taking in every nuance of her reaction, his jaw tight, eyes glittering. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips. “I was thinking about redeeming that one now.”

She didn't even know how to respond, so she just stared at him. They’d been married for nearly a year but he’d never once suggested anything kinky. Never once tried to push the boundaries.

Never once suggested anything even remotely risqué.

Damn it all, anyway.

Bella had never been a wimpy woman. She usually just took what she wanted from life. But in this, especially with Tae, she was tentative, cautious. Nervous.

Usually she was never nervous. But this…

This was something so personal. So intimate. So secret. She’d never had the courage to admit it to him. She’d been scared to death of how he would react if he knew the truth. If he knew what she really craved.
That he was asking for this, now, made her woozy.

She cleared her throat, lowered her lashes. “W-what did you have in mind?”

He waited until she looked at him before he spoke. “I think the coupon speaks for itself.”

“All it says is complete submission.”

“I know. Are you game?”

An unfamiliar tension rose between them. Bella nibbled her lower lip as she contemplated the sudden urge to test his resolve. Or at least the depth of it. “For all I know, you’ll have me cleaning your man cave. Scrubbing the toilets. Doing your laundry.” Their marriage had become that, somehow. An endless list of projects and chores.

“I didn't have cleaning in mind.” He tipped up her chin. “Sexual submission, Bella. Total. Sexual. Submission. Are you game?”

She swallowed, swamped by the apprehension skirling in her gut, the lust dancing in her pussy. It was all she could do to hold his gaze. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

He was right. She did. She bobbed her head, a tiny nod.

Oh yeah. She knew.

She wanted it.

Bad.

She’d always wanted it like that. Craved it. Hungered for it. But then she’d met Tae, a guy who adored her for being a strong woman, for taking the lead, for managing everything. She hadn't wanted to tell him the truth of it. She hadn't dared.

“Say it.”

She swallowed. “Say what?”

“Say, yes Tae. I want to be your slave for one hour.”

Her heart stuttered. She forced a laugh. “I can’t say that.”

“You can.”

Bella tried to sort through her conflicting feelings. She wanted this. Needed this. Had fantasized about this. And now he was offering it to her.

And damn it all anyway, it was only for an hour.

Shyness overcame her. She dropped her chin and whispered, “Yes Tae. I want to be your slave for one hour.”

“Sweetheart. Look at me when you answer.”

She did. “Yes Tae. I want to be your slave for one hour.”

His nostrils flared. A certain light glinted in his eyes and a raft of dimples exploded on his cheek. The stark beauty of his face snared her. It always did, but tonight, backlit by a crackling fire and the lights of the tree, he seemed even more intense. From the dark, dominant brow, to the high cheekbones, to those full lips…

He ripped the coupon from the book and gave her a look that sent a tremor through her body. Maybe it was the heavy-lidded heat he invested in the glance or maybe it was the way his body tightened, every muscle, as he gauged her reaction. She knew instinctively that something very different was about to…arise between them.

It was as though it was their first time all over again. Trying to make light of the electricity, the lust lashing through her, she accepted the coupon with what she hoped was credible aplomb. She cleared her throat. “Okay, Tae. What do you want me to do?”

He didn't hesitate. Not for a second.

“I want you naked.”

***

Oh yes! Get your copy now!

And keep it hot, baby!






Friday, December 28, 2012

The Folly of Sabrina York

I am delighted to join the Sweet & Sexy Divas! My name is Sabrina York and I write all kinds of steamy erotic fiction—with an emphasis on erotic romance, because I really dig the vibe between a vulnerable heroine and a hard hot hero.  
I’ve been published for about a year and have eight titles out with Ellora’s Cave—and many more in the works. If you don’t know me yet, please take a moment to snoop around my website and check out my books. There’s still a little time to enter my year-end contest to win a Tiara and a spot on the 2012 Royal Court, but only a few days so if you’re interested, don’t wait. The drawing is December 31st. I’d love to hear from you on Facebook or Twitter too.
On this, my virgin blog for Sweet and Sexy Divas, I would love to tell you about one of my recent releases, Folly, an erotic Regency. Of all my books, I chose Folly, because it’s my absolute favorite so far. There’s just something about the strictures of the Regency era, and the sensuality simmering just under the surface, that lends the period to erotic musings.
In this story, our hero is a wounded man. He was savaged, body and soul by the foul Lord Ulster. He dreams of revenge. To make matters worse, he has always lusted after Ulster’s wife, the exquisite Eleanor. Ethan hates that he wants her, because she’s remote and cold…and Ulster’s wife.
And then Ulster dies.
Eleanor finds herself widowed and threatened with penury by her heartless in-laws. She hatches a plot to save herself. Determined to produce the Ulster “heir,” she seduces a stranger at tawdry masquerade. Little does she know, this magnificent masked lover is none other than her husband’s greatest nemesis, Ethan Pennington. Sadly, this tryst is not successful. Eleanor takes refuge with her friend Helena, Countess of Darlington.
When Ethan and Eleanor come face to face at the Darlington estate, both are mortified…until he overhears her predicament, and her plans to place a cuckoo in the Ulster nest. He is more than willing to oblige. The opportunity to finally have her, while taking the revenge he craves, is more than he can resist. Ethan strikes a bargain with Eleanor, promising to provide her with the heir she so desperately needs…but requires she meet his needs in return—every decadent one of them.
When he learns the truth about her marriage to Ulster, and discovers she is the mysterious stranger who stole his heart on a moonlit night, thoughts of revenge melt away beneath the hope for something more. A fleeting affair becomes a seductive courtship, and then a desperate pursuit as Ethan realizes…he is running out of time to win her.
I enjoyed writing this story so much and fell in love with the characters. Before I finished, James and Helena were telling me their story (Dark Fancy, which will be coming in 2013 from Ellora’s Cave). Before I finished writing that one, one of their friends, Edward Weyth the Dark Duke of Moncrieff started whispering in my ear. And as I was sketching out the bones of his story, his cousin Violet— Well, you get the picture.
This group of friends are quite chatty.
And naughty.  If you enjoy a dark, dominant hero and strong, willful heroines who are easily led astray, please check out Folly and the other stories in this series. Be warned, there will be mischievous play. And spankings. Perhaps a little light bondage. But also, lots of tenderness and tea. Definitely lemon cakes.
I have attached an excerpt from Folly below. I hope you enjoy it.
In the meantime, perhaps I shall see you on my website, SabrinaYork.com, or on Facebook, Twitter (@sabrina_york) or Goodreads. I’ll be watching for you.
There are a few more days to enter to win my Tiara... Send me an email at sabrinayorkhrh at gmail dot com with the words "Enter Me" in the subject line. I will add you to my newsletter list and enter you in the contest!
Keep it hot baby,
Sabrina York

An Excerpt From: FOLLY
Ethan carried Eleanor directly to his room, fully prepared to defend his actions, but they saw no one, not even a footman in the hall. Of course, he was moving fairly quickly. Hell. He had her in his arms, the most beautiful woman in the world. A woman he’d wanted—and hated wanting—from the instant he’d set eyes on her.
If he was being honest with himself—and now he could, because there was no reason left to lie—he’d dreamed about this moment. But it had always been just that. A dream. And a damn frustrating one to boot.
He’d fantasized about taking Ulster’s wife, punishing her for husband’s sins, making her beg and plead and weep for mercy, for his cock. He had, in the deep cloak of night, pleasured himself to visions of Eleanor tied to his bed or bent over the divan, languishing beneath the lash. But mostly, whimpering with pleasure beneath him.
But now, Ulster was dead. Eleanor was in his arms, compliant. Wanting him. Wanting him to fuck her. It was no longer a fantasy or a vague imagining. She was warm and heavy in his embrace, and he was minutes away from finally having her.
The anticipation was excruciating.
Still, when he reached his room, he didn’t toss her on the bed and mount her, as the beast inside him urged. No. He wanted this to last. He wanted this to linger. He wanted to ratchet up the tension…for both of them.
Gently, he set her on her feet in the center of the room and headed for the table by the window, bearing an assortment of decanters. He poured himself a drink and then threw himself into the armchair by the fire, facing her, reveling in the fact she was here. In his room, his lair.
She stood silently, quivering slightly.
Exultation—that of a predator who had finally captured his prey—lashed through him.
“Take down your hair.”
She did so, pulling out the pins, one after the other until the heavy mass cascaded down her slender back. He stared at it, transfixed. He wanted nothing more than to wrap it around his fist and bring it to his nose and draw in her scent. But first…
“Remove your dress.”
She blushed and showed him her back. “I cannot.”
Rage and bitter disappointment flashed through him. “My lady, we have a bargain. You must do as I say.”
She glanced back at him, over her shoulder, and shot him a shy smile, a tentative offering. She lifted her hair, revealing a long line of tiny buttons running from her neckline to her hips. “I cannot take off my dress. You will have to unbutton me.”
Scalding lust replaced his rage in an instant. He was rock hard in a breath.
He swallowed a sudden pool of drool in his mouth. Bounding from his chair, he bolted across the room to her side.
The buttons were tiny and, truth be told, his fingers shook, but he managed—somehow—to undo them. He stroked the creamy vee of skin he revealed with the first few. A thrill shot through him, straight to his balls, when she quivered at his touch.
He was possessed, suddenly, of the urge to hold one side of the garment in each fist and rip. But he didn’t. For one thing, that would end this too quickly and he didn’t want to end this quickly. Instead, he satisfied his roiling hunger by nibbling on the back of her neck, licking and sucking on her nape as he blindly fumbled for the next button. And the next. When the gown opened far enough, he turned her and, slowly, drawing his palms over her shoulders, nudged the dress off. He swallowed as, bit by bit, her graceful shoulders were revealed. Then her chest.
Damn. She wore a chemise.
But her breasts, swollen and pert, were visible through the sheer material. Her nipples, puckered and fat, taunted him. Unable to resist, he thumbed a taut peak. She moaned, which brought his gaze up to her face.
God. She was beautiful, her lashes fanning her cheeks like sooty moons, her lips slightly parted and damp, her nostrils flared.
“Do you like that?” he whispered.
She colored. A red tide crept up her cheeks giving her a rosy glow.
Had he ever thought her cold? How had he ever decided she was reserved?
“Yes, Ethan.”
He could tell she was aroused. It was evident in her short, hard gasps, the trembling in her form, the rising scent of lust. It nearly drove him mad.
But he returned to his chair and sat, facing her once more. A whole room away.
It nearly killed him.
Her eyes flew open at his withdrawal. He nodded curtly in her direction. “There. You’re unbuttoned. Finish the job yourself.” Because, God, he wanted to watch her undress. For him.
She swallowed and nodded and let the dress fall to the floor. 
He ground his teeth, bit his tongue, curled his hand into a fist around the arm of the chair. Anything to keep him from flying across the room, taking her in his arms and planting himself inside her.
No. He sat there in the plush chair and watched as she revealed herself to him. For once her dress fell, she lifted her chemise. His heart thudded in his chest—in his cock—as her creamy belly, her abdomen and finally, her breasts were bared.
God. She was beautiful.
She pulled the chemise all the way off and let it fall to the floor. Let her gaze fall as well. She peeped up at him, standing there in nothing but her drawers.
“Finish it.” His voice was as rough and uneven as gravel.
She hesitated only for a heartbeat then hooked her thumbs into the waistband and tugged her drawers off.
Dear. God.
At the sight of that silken triangle damp with dew, his heart stuttered.
She was naked.
In his room.
Eleanor.