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November 29, 2012
November 28, 2012
Training Tess by Sabrina York
The ultra-fabulous Sarina York is here today sharing an excerpt form her latest release, Training Tess.
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Lisa, darling, thank you so much for having me!
I am so excited to share the sizzling cover and excerpt for my newest release, Training Tess. This erotic romance (a novella with BDSM elements) features a dark, dreamy Dom and a shy, but daring sub…
When Jared Mittlebank spots his sister’s very vanilla assistant in a BDSM club, he can hardly believe it. He’s lusted after Tess for years but didn’t think she could handle his darker needs. Like his predilection for cuffs. And whips. And spanking. Hell, for domination of every kind. But as soon as he sees her wearing a collar, he’s lost to his desire. He vows to claim her for his own.
For Tess, dressing up as a sub while researching an article she’s writing is a lark—until she sees Jared in the club. She may be new to the Dom/sub scene, but she knows what she wants. With Jared—and only Jared—can her deep, primal desires come to light and be fulfilled. Let the lessons begin.
Training Tess is available today on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and at Ellora’s Cave.
Want a little more? Here’s an excerpt. If you dare!
An Excerpt From: TRAINING TESS
Copyright © SABRINA YORK, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Edging past him—careful not to touch—she sat at her desk. She tried to ignore the ominous sensation that she was a butterfly pinned to a board by a vaguely curious entomologist.
“Two years.” He set the paperweight on the desk in front of her. She put it back where it belonged. It was warm from his touch. “Two years.” He leaned back and grinned. She didn’t see it—couldn’t look at him—but she felt it. A trickling warmth. “Two years and I never had a clue.”
She froze. Driven by the dark thread thrumming in his tone, she snapped her gaze to his. His eyes were beautiful. Mesmerizing. Ice blue ringed in black, feathered by girlishly long lashes. But he wasn’t girlish. Not in the least. Those eyes burned with a predatory light—one any woman with a pulse would recognize.
“N-never had a clue about what?” But, God help her, she already knew.
A muscle bunched in his hard, dusky cheek. A responding wash of wetness burbled between her legs. There would probably be a damp spot on her task chair.
This man was definitely not workplace appropriate.
“So we’re going to play games, Tess?” Her name slithered from his lips. “Do you…like playing games?”
She shivered. She could only imagine what kinds of games he had in mind. Oh, dear God. At the thought, more cream oozed out. Yep. Definitely a damp spot. His nostrils flared as though he could smell her arousal.
He probably could. That made her shiver again.
He straightened and stepped behind her. The heat of his body rolled toward her in waves. The cloud of his scent surrounded her as he bent lower. “You looked…very nice last night, Tess.” His voice was a low, sibilant whisper warming her ear.
Ah, God. He had seen her.
He’d seen her and it had awakened something in him. Tess knew it was stupid to play with fire, especially a fire burning this hot. But she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t pretend his interest, his posture, his presence, didn’t launch her mating instincts into overdrive.
She wanted him. In every way a woman wanted a man. And then some.
Mostly she wanted him in. Deep inside her, massaging her, filling her, swamping her with sweet, sticky cum. She wanted to belong to him.
And, damn it all anyway, she wanted him to want it too.
The thought scared her to death. The worst thing in the world would be to offer Jared everything—even her secret soul—and have him laugh and walk away.
He laughed and walked away a lot. Tess had cleaned up more shattered hearts than she could remember in the past two years. It was why Marla forbade him from dating her employees.
Still, when he edged around to her side to perch on her desk once again—way too close—so he could stare down at her with a small smile playing on his lips, she couldn’t resist.
Play with fire? Hell, she’d light the match.
She met his gaze with a nonchalance that doubled as a lie. “You looked…very nice too.” She turned back to her computer and began typing determinedly. Oh, they weren’t words. Just typing. She hoped to God he wouldn’t look at her screen.
After a bit, she glanced up at his face and her heart seized. No. He wasn’t looking at her screen. He was looking at her.
Once he had her attention, he licked his lips. A shudder scudded down her spine and lapped at her weeping cunt. God, he was gorgeous. She tried not to fixate on his wide, lush lips, on the scruff on his cheeks or the dark rings around his irises. She failed miserably.
But then, he was fomenting that failure. It was there in his intent as he leaned closer, in his heat, his energy. He wanted to draw her in. Wanted her.
She tried not to come at the thought. She’d wanted him since the moment she set eyes on his handsome, too-playful face. But he’d never showed her a flicker of interest. Until now.
“I had no idea you were into that kind of scene, Tess.”
She sniffed and pretended to reach for a pen but it was more to tease him than to flaunt her disinterest. Hell. There wasn’t a disinterested bone in her body. Besides, instinctively she knew. She knew he liked the chase.
“It’s hardly something one puts on a résumé.” She faced him then, solemnity weighing her tone. “My private life is just that. Private.”
He swallowed heavily, studied her in silence as though sifting through the visions of just what form her private life took. His response sent wildfire along every nerve ending. “None of those men were Dom enough for you, pretty thing.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me.” He pulled a card out of his pocket and drew the edge of it very slowly across her nipple. She gasped as sensation scorched her through the silk of her blouse. “If you want to find out how good it can really be, show up at this address tonight at seven.” He leaned closer, so close she tasted the lust on his breath. “Wear this suit but nothing underneath.”
And then with a sultry glance in her direction, he stood and headed for the small boardroom. It gave her some comfort to see his gait was a bit crooked. But not much.
Because her body was on fire.
Check out all Sabrina’s books, her contests and blog posts at SabrinaYork.com or friend Sabrina on Facebook or follow her on Twitter @sabrina_york.
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: BDSM, Domination, Erotic Romance, Excerpt, Sabrina York, Submission, Training Tess
November 27, 2012
My New Bedroom Door
What do y’all think?
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Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: Bedroom, Lisa Fox, Male Model, Not Joking, Requirements
November 26, 2012
Hot Men Handful of Awesomeness Edition
It might not be the world world in their hands, but it is something very nice.
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Filed under: Hot Men Tagged: Eye Candy, Handful, Nearly Naked, Sexy Men
November 25, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday
Here are six sentences from Her Special Knight, a short story I wrote to be a free read. I recently posted it on Amazon though and they won’t let me make it free without your help. If you would like to assist me in my quest to make it free on Amazon you can find all the details right here: HELP ME MAKE HER SPECIAL NIGHT FREE ON AMAZON
“Remember when I asked you to tell me your favorite fantasy?” he asked.
Simone’s cheeks flushed as she vividly recalled the conversation. It had occurred on a night not too long ago, right after he had led her to amazing heights with his whispered commands and she had lain panting in a heap in her bed, exhausted but satisfied. “I remember.”
His grip tightened around her. “Tell me again.”
Be sure to stop by the OFFICIAL SITE for all of this week’s snippets.
Filed under: Six Sentence Sunday Tagged: Erotic Romance, Free Read, Her Special Knight, Sexy Men, Six Sentence Sunday
November 24, 2012
Monty Python – Nudge Nudge (Candid Photography)
Are you trying to insinuate something?
Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: Just for Fun, Monty Python, Nudge Nudge, Saturday Video
November 23, 2012
Black Friday Blog Hop!
Hello everyone and welcome to my little part of the awesome and ginormous BLACK FRIDAY BLOG HOP!
Like Black Friday itself, this is a one day event! Unlike Black Friday you do not need to leave your house at an ungodly hour of the morning and fight through traffic and crowds. You get to be at home at your computer with your coffee or other tasty beverage of choice and win hundreds of prizes! How awesome is that?
In addition to all the individual prizes every single author involved is giving away there are also THREE grand prizes!
1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
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For my part in this extravaganza, I am giving away one copy of y ultra-sexy new release A MATTER OF LUST. A little something to help keep you warm on these cold winter nights. Just leave a comment to win!
Trask is a lust demon on the hunt for a playmate, a human exceptional enough to sate some of his ravenous hunger. When he finds Rena, he knows that she is the one he must have. He makes it his business to seduce her.
Rena is immediately drawn to Trask. She could easily fall for the dangerously sexy bad boy who makes her scream every time he makes her come, but the problem with bad boys is that they’re actually bad. They break girls’ hearts and hers has been broken too many times already. One more crack might shatter it forever.
Trask claims Rena for his own, but she needs more than just sizzling sex. She wants to trust him, but can they ever share anything more than lust?
An Excerpt From: A MATTER OF LUST
Copyright © LISA FOX, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
The deep, melodic trance music vibrated through Trask’s body as he prowled the crowded dance floor. He was hungry, so very, very hungry, and the time had come for him to find a willing partner for the night. Any one of the mortals undulating around him would have sufficed, but so far none of them appealed to him. The need gnawed at his insides, but he waited, searching for the one. Over his long years among the humans, he’d learned that it always paid to be a little bit discriminating. It made the feast so much more gratifying.
He sidestepped around a young woman, his shoulder accidentally brushing against hers. He felt her body temperature rise as he passed, the lust that had been simmering just below the surface swelling to a fevered pitch within her. She grabbed her companion and kissed him ferociously, shamelessly rubbing herself against him. She wasn’t the only one affected by his presence either. Potent waves of raw sexual energy radiated from him, infecting the air around him, threatening to turn the club into one giant orgy. Trask smiled at the thought.
He cruised the dance floor, reveling in the exquisite thrill of his hunt. Human lust was such a decadent treat, so very different from the desperate lust of the damned in hell, and it filled this ordinarily dull world with brilliant light and added depth to the darkest shadows. He could feel it oozing from the dancers, the men and the women, sweating and panting, touching and grinding, their bodies writhing in time with the music. Tension built in his groin and he welcomed the pure, straining delight.
He stopped suddenly, the prickling at the base of his spine alerting him to the presence of another demon nearby. Not a lust demon like himself, but something similar. Pride maybe, or perhaps wrath? He couldn’t quite get a fix on it. He waited, wondering if it was going to make contact. Often other demons haunting and hunting the human realm wanted to meet, to plot and plan and scheme, to “raise some hell” or whatever, but he got the impression that it was occupied with something else entirely. Which was just fine with him. He’d never been the social sort.
The music changed and a thumping bass beat poured out of the speakers. Trask shook off the psychic residue of the other and worked his way toward the bar. He ordered a bourbon on the rocks and leaned back, happily absorbing the intoxicating atmosphere while scanning the crowd for his potential playmate.
His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the dance floor in a short, black dress that hugged every curve of her luscious body. Her violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and sexy tendrils escaped to frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her smooth, round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock stir.
Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously ran his tongue over his teeth as he glided toward her. She was tall, probably close to six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper close to her ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and roses and woman.
She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming over his face, his body, and he got the distinct impression that she was mentally undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously liked what she saw because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”
The instant, piercing sexual tension between them made his blood surge. He reached out with a fine strand of psychic energy and lightly dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire coiled in his groin. She was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his cock ached to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on all that glorious lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny taste of her fire.
“Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making her eyes sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Trask laughed. He liked this woman. “I think I might be in love with you,” he said, beginning the game. It was a line that had worked many times before—the humans always seemed enchanted and amused by the concept, but it was a hollow sentiment, something meant to elicit a grin and nothing more. But as the words left his mouth, they felt different this time, almost as if they had…weight.
“Are you sure it’s love you feel?” she asked, a smile dancing along the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch. “Or something else entirely?”
“Now I know I’m in love,” he replied, the lust coursing through his veins. She was perfect. Fun. Bold. Smoking hot. And she was going to be his. All night long. He reached out and traced the curve of her cheek with his index finger. Her skin was flawless, warm and silky. “What’s your name?”
She paused and an odd, little smile formed on her lips. “Does it matter?”
Normally it wouldn’t matter—in fact, there was no reason why it should matter, but for some reason it did matter. It mattered a lot. “Yes.”
Her smile changed, softened, and Trask was awestruck by just how simply beautiful she was. “Rena. My name is Rena.”
“Rena.” He liked the way it rolled off his tongue.
“And what about you?” she asked, leaning closer to him. He looked straight down into her very ample cleavage and took his time enjoying that magnificent view. His fingers itched to caress that soft skin, to feel the weight of her full, round breasts in his hands. “Do you have a name? Or should I just call you the sexy Darkman of my dreams?”
“I do like the sound of that.” He wondered if his presence was affecting her, making her more daring than she’d normally be or if this was just her nature. He had the power to inspire humans to say and do outrageous things simply by standing beside them. His gaze touched on her flamboyant red hair and he thought—hoped—that it was her and not a consequence of his influence. “But Trask is so much shorter and to the point.”
“Trask,” she said, and he had to admit, he liked the way his name sounded on her lips. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream it. Her eyes trailed over him, her gaze a provocative caress that sent hot, tingling ripples down his spine. “So, now that you’ve declared your love, what happens next?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.” He caught hold of a loose strand of her hair and twined it around his fingers. The tension between them rocketed up a few notches and he inhaled the essence of her arousal, breathing it deep into his body, relishing the flavor of her. “A whirlwind romance, storybook marriage, honeymoon in Paris.”
“Followed swiftly by a quickie divorce in Mexico, right?”
Her voice was tinged with unmistakable venom and the bitterness sliced through the hazy, plush cloud of their lust. Startled by the mental slap in the face, Trask dropped his hand back to his side. Darkness deepened around him as anger settled in. He did not like this turn of events at all. “What makes you think I’d do anything quick with you?”
“I see,” she said, and he watched her features soften as her mood shifted. Humans were so extraordinarily complex. He didn’t think he’d ever understand their ability to feel so much, so quickly and thoroughly, even when those emotions were completely contradictory. Demons were defined by their desires, embodiments of the thing they hungered after. There was never a reason for a demon to feel anything more than his driving need. Everything else just got in the way of the goal.
Her bitterness ebbed away, gone almost as quickly as it had come, and she favored him with a dazzling, flirtatious smile. “You’re a slow-and-steady kind of guy then?”
“Oh yes,” he said, returning her grin. “And I always win in the end.”
She laughed, a lovely, musical sound that tugged at his insides. She leaned into him, a whisper of space between them and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. “Hmm,” she said, and bit down on her lower lip. Her fingers flitted over his collarbone. “I do like confidence.”
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Then you’re definitely going to like me.”
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Filed under: Blog Tour Tagged: A Matter of Lust, Black Friday, Blog Hop, Giveaway, Sexy
November 22, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving!
Whether you celebrate today or not, I hope you all have a wonderful, yummy dinner!
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Filed under: Holiday, Hot Men Tagged: Cooking, Dinner, Holiday, Houseboy, Nearly Naked, Sexy Men, Thanksgiving
November 21, 2012
Baking Day!
The day before Thanksgiving was always baking day in my house when I lived at home – the day to make all the cookies and cakes and pies.
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I won’t be doing any baking or cooking this year myself, but if you are, allow me to highly recommend the PASSIONATE COOKS cookbook for some great holiday recipe ideas!
Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: Baking, Cookbook, Cooking, Lisa Fox, Passionate Cooks, Thanksgiving, Treat
November 20, 2012
True Story
The other day, the pilot light in my oven went out. I don’t cook, so this really doesn’t matter, but I guess I still need to heat up my bread pudding and whiskey sauce so I had to find a way to remedy the situation.
The boys get restless if I don’t let them play in the kitchen.
So I opened the oven and crawled inside looking for the pilot light. I figured I’d flick my Bic and be done. This was a perfectly reasonable plan, but the problem was, I couldn’t find the damn pilot light.
I texted my friend who went to culinary school and should know her way around an oven to ask her where I could find it. She said she didn’t know, but that I should call the fire department and the gas company and Oprah immediately for god’s sake because I was probably going to explode into fiery flames at any moment.
I probably should have taken that advice.
But I was determined to fix this myself. I mean, it was only a damn pilot light! The stupid oven was not going to defeat me! But I couldn’t for the life of me find this thing, even though I finally resorted to waving a match around inside the oven, hoping something would catch.
I know. Shut up.
Anyway, nothing worked and I had to go to work. I asked my coworkers if just leaving it unlit was going to kill me and they seemed pretty positive that it would. So, when I got home, I resumed my search for the pilot light.
I still couldn’t find it.
I was really pissed off, but the paranoia had already started seeping in because everyone I knew told me if I didn’t get this taken care of I would die. Painfully. So, I did the thing I absolutely did not want to do—I called my landlord. He called the handyman.
Sigh.
He walked into my house, lit a match, opened the oven, and lit the pilot light. It was done in thirty-three seconds.
I went a little crazy.
After I calmed down, I asked him to show me where it was. He did. I saw it. I thought about stabbing myself, but I refrained. It would have made an awful mess. Instead I made him SWEAR to tell everybody that it was a really complex job. He agreed, but I think he just did it to be nice.
Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: Cooking, Idiot, Lisa Fox, Nice Ass, Oven, Sexy Men, True Story
