Sabrina York: Man Hungry…and a Sparkling Tiara!

Hi all! Lissa, thanks for having me! I always have so much fun when I visit you!

Today I am celebrating the release for my sexy funny short story, Man Hungry, the tale of what happens when two practical jokers are matched up on a blind date. This book was so much fun to write, I just had to share. It’s a really quick, fun read. I’ve attached the blurb and excerpt below so you get a taste!

crystal star tiaraI also wanted to urge you to enter my contest, which is closing on the 31st of March…there’s still time to enter to win my Tiara and a copy of Man Hungry! 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, I am addicted to buying bling but my tiara closet is getting full?

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.

One entry per person.

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***SECRET INFORMATION JUST FOR LISSA’S READERS***

I’m not telling everyone this, but I may also be giving away a tiara in April in honor of the one year anniversary of the release of my first book, Adam’s Obsession.

***AND AREN’T YOU GLAD YOU STOPPED BY TODAY?***

Now that we have that out of the way, here’s the taste of Man Hungry I promised!

manhungry_msrMAN 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.

This is an Ellora’s Cave Quickie, so be ready for a wild ride with lots of action—and ultimate satisfaction—packed into a sizzling short story.

An Excerpt from Man Hungry 

Copyright © 2013 by Sabrina York, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing , Inc.

 

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“You’ve got to save me.”

Jessica blinked as the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen slipped into her booth and grabbed her hand. She barely registered the intrusion. His grasp was that warm.

“I beg your pardon?” She lifted her voice above the blare of the band. It was a country band and a country bar—not her preference but a girl had to do what a girl had to do to meet a decent guy.

“Please. You look like a compassionate soul.” His crooked grin, ringed as it was by a scruffy beard, made rivulets of excitement trickle down her spine, as did the tantalizing dent in his chin. His eyes, large and brown and fringed with long, thick lashes, glinted with humor. A deep dimple sliced through one cheek. His Stetson, from which dark curls erupted, was tipped at a jaunty angle. He batted his lashes—a move that frankly should be against the law. “Can’t you find it in your heart to save me?”

His Dallas drawl made her mouth water—she’d always had a thing for cowboys with dented chins—but she stiffened her spine against his appeal.

She did not need another puppy dog lover. She’d had enough of those in her life. That’s why she was here. To meet her friend Penny’s staid, stick-in-the-mud lawyer cousin. A guy she could have a future with. Who liked country music. And country bars.

He was probably a Republican.

Good. She hoped he was.

She hoped he was a grown-up as well.

Nope. No more puppy dogs for her. She’d made an oath. And she was bone-tired of cleaning up their messes on the carpet. Against her will, her lips twitched. She did love those puppy dogs. And this one was damn cute.

She cleared her throat. It was clogged with arousal. “Save you from what?”

Her cute cowboy slash puppy dog shot a look around the crowded bar and hunkered lower like an outlaw hiding from the sheriff. “The dreaded man-hungry spinster.”

A laugh bubbled through her. As pickup lines went, at least his was original. And entertaining. She lifted her beer to disguise her amusement.

“Oh. Sorry.” His gaze danced back to hers. “I meant to say the dreaded man-hungry spinster schoolmarm.” He offered a charming, self-effacing grin.

Jessica stilled, bottle halfway to her mouth. She was a spinster schoolmarm. Well, an unmarried teacher at least. Close enough.

The cowboy leaned in. His warm breath skated across her cheek. It was all she could do not to nestle right up against him. Melt, maybe. “Just dance with me. Please? One dance before I have to resign myself to the misery of a blind date?”

Jessica’s belly lurched. “You’re meeting a blind date?”

Oh. Crap. So was she. She was a spinster schoolmarm here to meet a blind date.

Oh. He couldn’t be Justin. Could he? She narrowed her focus on his face, nearly distracted by the lazy droop of his lids, the full lips, his scent as it wafted toward her every time he moved. He didn’t look like the guy in the tux down the line from Penny in her wedding photo, the guy with the short-cropped hair and formal posture.

The stodgy lawyer.

Her attention snagged on his jawline and a shiver raced through her. She had a thing for a hard, square, dented chin. Yeah, his hair was longer, he was definitely scruffy and he was dressed in a very unlawyerlike long-sleeved t-shirt, jeans and cowboy boots. But she’d recognize that chin anywhere.

“Ho yeah.” He nodded and an unruly curl escaped onto his forehead. “My cousin’s friend.” He sent her a pleading look. “Did I mention she’s a schoolteacher?”

Certainty stirred in her gut—along with the little demon of mischief that lived there. He was Justin, her date.

He just didn’t know it.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

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_head_logo@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.

  • Adam’s Obsession: Contemporary Erotic Romance
  • Extreme Couponing: Contemporary BDSM
  • Folly: Erotic Regency
  • Man Hungry: Erotic Contemporary
  • Pushing Her Buttons: Contemporary BDSM
  • Rising Green: Steamy Erotic horror
  • Training Tess: Contemporary BDSM
  • Trickery: Magical Domination
  • Tristan’s Temptation: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Rebound coverComing Soon from Sabrina York: Rebound, Book One of the Tryst Island Series.

Fall in Love on Tryst Island…

When a group of friends share a vacation house, wild hijinks, unexpected hook-ups and steamy sex ensue. And true love. Did I mention they all find true love?

Rebound by Sabrina York

A Tryst Island Erotic Romance

Kristi Cross has had the hots for her friend, Cameron Jackson as long as she could 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…

Sabrina York: Bloomers and the Tantalus

Bloomers and the Tantalus—What I never knew about the Regency Period

Let us be honest with each other. I have read billions of Regency romances. Billions.

I thought I knew everything there was to know about the period, including the voice, the feel, the tone of it.

I was flabbergasted to discover how little I actually knew.

For one thing, a lot of the authors I had so voraciously read, got some things wrong. Just minor details really, like their dates. And fashions. And things that might be lying around the house.

For example, the Tantalus, that lovely invention where our heroes keep their ubiquitous brandy…was not invented until much later.

You know. Little things.

But when you’re an erotic author little things, like bloomers, become suddenly significant.

Specifically, the fact that they didn’t wear them in the Regency period. Underwear didn’t really become a common convention until the much more rigid Victorian era. There are those who will disagree with this tidbit—I prefer to err on the side of caution.

When my first erotic Regency, Folly, went to final line edits, I got the word. No Bloomers. I had to re-write several key scenes—scenes I loved, which caused me to GNAW off my fingernails.

I’ll share it here, just because I cannot bear for it to be forever consigned to oblivion. This scene appears in the book, but is severely truncated. And no one’s wearing drawers.

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 in to 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 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.”

Yeah. It nearly killed me to cut that “Finish it.”

When I started on my second erotic Regency, Dark Fancy, it was a little easier. I had my cheat sheets to make sure bloomers and the dreaded Tantalus did not appear. But I still made some interesting faux pas. Anachronisms. Terms or words that were not in use during that period.

I have to say, I enjoyed reading the FLE’’s notes tremendously. Now that I am working on the next two books in the series, I am having a blast checking the etymology of words and phrases I like. If you write historical romance, please allow me to recommend Online Etymology Dictionary: http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=entomology. If you’re a history nerd like me, you’ll love it.

In the meantime, please enjoy this blurb and excerpt attached.

 

darkfancy_msrDark Fancy

By Sabrina York

When Lady Helena Eloise Simpson flees an unwanted marriage to a revolting lord, she finds refuge with James, a charming, handsome man unlike any she’s ever known. Helena concocts the perfect solution to her problem. She asks—begs—James to ruin her. Surely her betrothed will repudiate her if she is no longer pure. And if all her efforts fail and she still ends up married to a horrid man until the end of her days, she will—at least once—have known true passion.

But James is not all he seems. He is, in fact, a wicked lord with a dark fancy. When Helena awakens his desire, he becomes determined to take everything she has to offer and more. No matter the cost.

Dark Fancy by Sabrina York

An excerpt from: DARK FANCY

Copyright © 2013 by Sabrina York, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing , Inc.

By reading any further you are stating you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this site.

James stared at Eloise, brave, proud, innocent Eloise. He could relate to the passion in her plea. He had a sudden desire to be released from a betrothal himself. He fiddled with the corner of his napkin. “There is always the chance your betrothed won’t care if you’re ruined.” Some men did not.

Her lashes fluttered. When they rose again, there was a look in her eye that sent lust coursing down his spine. It settled in his cock. “If I’m to be married to a bilious flounder of a man for the rest of my life, I should like to know passion just once. Just once, James.”

“J-just once?” His voice cracked.

Her smile blossomed. “Perhaps more than once.”

He had to laugh, although this was clearly no laughing matter. “My dear. I would be happy to oblige.”

“Excellent!” She clapped her hands with glee.

Unfortunate, that, because it made her look, once again, like a little girl. But then she picked up her cup and ran her pink tongue around the rim, lapping at the wayward drops. He reached for the second bottle.

She held out her cup for a refill. “You will need to show me what to do.”

He almost forgot to stop pouring. Hell yes. He’d love to show her what to do. He’d love to instruct her—in elaborate detail—what, precisely, to do. Something snarled in his belly.  His palm itched.

He forced down that decadent desire. Chained the beast.

For God’s sake. She was an innocent, a virgin. If he opened with that card, not only would she truly be ruined, she would probably hie off to the nearest nunnery and spend the remainder of her life in seclusion.

Oh, he would bed her. He would despoil and beguile her, but only in the very gentlest of fashions.

But his fantasies, the darkling imagery of what he would truly like to do, simmered.

“Are you…” He cleared his throat. “Are you ready for your bath?”

“Heavens, yes.” Once again, she clapped her hands.

The childlike gesture was off-putting since, at the moment, he was thinking of sinking his cock into her body and swallowing her moans with his mouth. But he liked her enthusiasm. It also made him desire—very deeply—to tie those hands to the bedposts. So she couldn’t clap them.

Why that thought made him salivate, he didn’t know.

Ah hell. Of course he knew.

Despite the lust snarling through him, he managed a modicum of chivalry, although it was perfunctory at best. “I’ll fashion a curtain.”

Her next words nearly unmanned him. “You don’t need to.”

“I b-beg your pardon?”

“You don’t need to bother with a curtain.” For a shy and demure innocent, she had something of a brazen streak. “I mean, if we’re going to…you know…”

“Make love?”

“Yes. If we’re going to make love, you will see me naked anyway.” A frown crossed her brow. “Won’t you?”

He chuckled. “Most certainly.”

“I thought so. But people are not very forthcoming when one asks about such things.”

“Really?” That had not been his experience in the slightest. Then again, she was a girl. The world sought to save and protect innocence. Until it ravaged it.

He did not know why he trembled as he poured the heavy buckets into the tub. He was a man of the world. Jaded and used to much more decadent fare than initiating virgins to the delights of the flesh. He should hardly be nervous about the prospect of having her.

Then again, maybe it wasn’t nerves. Maybe it was just pure, seething desire.

Dark Fancy is now available for preorder on Amazon

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 webpage (www.sabrinayork.com) or explore on Amazon or at Ellora’s Cave.

  • 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

 

Win a Tiara From Her Royal Hotness!

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.

 

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Guest Author: Sabrina York

Folly by Sabrina York: Scorching Erotic Regency with BDSM Elements

I’ve always been a sucker for the Regency era. I cut my teeth on of Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer. My shelves are jammed full of modern-day Regencies. I love the way the restrictions of the time made sensuality simmer under the surface.

Well, maybe no one else noticed it. But I did.

I couldn’t resist trying my own hand, writing a Regency—as prim and proper as I could manage.

Ahem. It’s an erotica. With BDSM elements.

I suppose that is as prim and proper as I could manage.

But hey. All the female characters wear gloves. At least part of the time. Part of the time they’re not wearing anything at all. I’ll let you guess which times.

I had so much fun writing this book, I turned around and wrote the prequel (Dark Fancy). And then fell in love with one of the secondary characters in that book. So I had to write Edward’s story too. And then (sigh) I had to write Violet’s story as well. Those books are in the works, and hopefully coming soon.

If you enjoy Regency romance that simmers under the covers, you will like Folly and its companion books. A lot. Here’s a taste:

FOLLY

Widowed and threatened with penury by her heartless in-laws, Eleanor, Lady Ulster 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. And God knows, Ulster had plenty.

Ethan Pennington is mortified to arrive at the Earl of Darlington’s house party and discover Lady Ulster in attendance. He has

wanted her and hated wanting her—his enemy’s bride—for years. When he overhears Eleanor’s 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 realizes 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.

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.

 

Folly releases in just a couple days—October 31st. Visit my bookshelf at sabrinayork.com or my Ellora’s Cave Author Page to read excerpts from all my books.

What’s next? Training Tess, a scorching BDSM contemporary releases November 28th and Dark Fancy, the prequel to Folly, an erotic Regency with BDSM elements is coming soon.

Enter my contest to win a Tiara
You can 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 December 31, 2012. 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. (NOTE: They must tell me that you referred them in the message box).

Connect with Sabrina!

You can connect with me on Twitter at @sabrina_york and on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/SabrinaYorkBooks. Of course, you can always contact me, check out coming books and read more excerpts on my webpage at  SabrinaYork.com.

 

Guest Author: Sabrina York and a Tiara

Trickery by Sabrina York: Magical Domination at its Best

When Ellora’s Cave put out a call for the Hex line, I just had to respond. The fantasy of having the power to control the hot, hard man of my dreams was too much temptation for me to resist. And if you know me, you know I don’t resist temptation very well. (Wine much, Sabrina?)

The story came naturally to me. A novice witch—with a robust appetite for dark, sexy men—forbidden from having sex until her Sacred Circle… A rebellious warlock determined to seduce the one woman his powerful father has deemed off limits…  And some devious puppet masters attempting to control the fate of the Witching World.

Ah yes. Far too tempting to resist.

My beta readers say this story still haunts them. Even now, they think about Damien and Willow and their scorching magical battle for sexual dominance. Read the excerpt and decide for yourself. I’ll give you a hint: they both win. (Yes, this is erotic romance.)

Trickery by Sabrina York

Now available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and at Ellora’s Cave

Though seducing a mortal is expressly forbidden, novice witch Willow Ostreth wants Austin. Bad.

Unbeknownst to Willow, Austin—the glorious, delicious specimen who makes her heart pound and her body weep—is no mere mortal. He’s really Damien DeWinter, a powerful warlock, a man determined to lure Willow—and bind her—to his bed.

When the luscious Willow breaks the rules and uses her magic to ensnare him, Damien—rebel, renegade, outcast from the Witching World—figures he has carte blanche to pursue her and seduce her using any means possible. And his arsenal is vast.

 

What neither of them realizes as they tempt and torment each other with pleasure is that there’s a greater magic at work here. One that could bind them together, forever.

An Excerpt From: TRICKERY

Copyright © SABRINA YORK, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

The walk back to her apartment took forever. Willow had trouble restraining herself from skipping ahead and grabbing his hand and tugging him to move faster. Her mind roiled with scenarios of seduction and they all ended in the same way. His cock—his thick, hard cock—deep inside her.

She licked her lips and gazed at him, loving that she had to tip her chin to see his face. She loved a looming man. A big, muscular looming man. She loved when they pushed her down on the bed and forced their way between her thighs. She loved the weight of them, the pressure of their bodies on hers. The domination…

Of course, it wouldn’t do to begin there. She’d have to lead Austin down this path step-by-step. Train him properly. If he was as good as she expected, as good as her instincts screamed, she’d want to keep him, even after the Circle. Even after the Goddess assigned her a warlock mate with whom she would be obliged to make magical babies.

She’d have to keep him a secret. The Sisters would have a conniption if they found out—they were very particular about whom she fucked.

Why they cared, she didn’t have a clue.

“Here we are.” Austin sprinted up the steps and held open the door to their brownstone. He bowed in a charming old-fashioned manner. “After you, milady.”

Willow giggled and stepped inside, aware that he followed, prowled behind her like a big cat. Silly boy. He thought he was seducing her.

She glanced at him as she fit her key in the lock. Saw his face fall.

“I thought…” He trailed off, looking woebegone and dejected.

“What?”

“I thought maybe we’d go to my place.” He gestured up the stairs. “Have a drink?”

Her lips curled. He thought she was dismissing him. That she’d simply allowed him to walk her home and this was the end of it. Silly, naïve little mortal.

“A drink? I’d like that.” She opened her door wide and waved him in. He didn’t budge. She cleared her throat. “I have a lovely bottle of wine I’ve been saving for a special occasion.”

Just how special, he could never know.

“Great.” His face lit up. “Bring it.”

Willow blinked. She’d always envisioned entrapping him in her apartment, had layered spells all around the bed to ensure his compliance with her wicked wishes. But…surely it didn’t matter if they fucked first in his bed. Did it? The potion would guarantee his submission.

“Okay. Let me grab it.” She rushed into her apartment, through to her kitchen and grabbed the bottle she’d filled only last night. It was sealed with a waxed stopper, intricately etched with an erotic incantation. She snagged the chalice as well and chuckled to herself.

Austin wouldn’t know what hit him.

She practically floated up the two flights of stairs in his wake, twitching and creaming and trying to still her heart as his ass—his perfectly molded, tight ass—waggled in her face. Yum. Yum, yum, yum.

It was delicious, having power like this, despite all the pesky rules and constraints that came with it. She could have any man she desired. Anytime she wanted him.

Delicious.

His hand trembled a little as he unlocked the door. It took several tries for him to put the key in the lock but he was hardly tentative. He ushered her into his apartment, spun her around, plastered her against the wall and put his hot, hard mouth on hers.

Mercy! The calling spell was definitely stronger than she’d realized.

She didn’t mind at all.

Austin’s kiss was scrumptious, a tantalizing mix of sweet arousal and banked passion. His lips dragged over hers in a drugging rhythm. Then he sucked on her lower lip, nibbled.

Willow shivered. Dear Gaia, he was a good kisser. She really didn’t want to stop, didn’t want it to end, and she groaned in protest when his warm, wet lips trailed away, across her cheek and to her ear. But then…

But then his mouth settled on the crook of her neck and he nuzzled her there until she shuddered. With that shudder, that convulsion of every cell in her body, a glob of cream oozed out of her cunt and dampened her panties.

Perhaps it was her imagination but when he lifted his head, a dazed look in his eyes, his nostrils flared as if he could smell her.

Yeah. I know. Pretty hot. Sigh. I love Damien. Will his love for Willow redeem him or drag him deeper into the darkness?

Okay, (spoiler alert) this is an erotic romance. But the torment on the path to everlasting love is ever so much fun. Especially when you have magic powers that can seduce the hardest heart. And caress the hardest… well, you get the picture.

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What’s next? Folly, an erotic Regency with BDSM elements comes out October 31st and Training Tess, a scorching BDSM contemporary releases November 28th.

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