Brought to His Knees by Sabrina York

Who Doesn’t Want a Man Brought to His Knees by Love? Eleven Scorching Stories for 99¢

I was thrilled when my latest venture, the Hot Alpha SEALs Megaset, hit the New York Times and USA Today Bestseller lists and I am very excited about my next release, a collection of steamy stories about men brought to their knees by love. Check out a taste of my story, and read on for more teasers from the collection.

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The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one. This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower. Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

Whipped

By Sabrina York

Dane Coulter is mourning the loss of his best friend, fellow Special Ops buddy, Cody. Oh, Cody didn’t die. It’s worse. He’s getting married. Cody is, in Dane’s opinion, whipped.

Dane swears he will never suffer the same fate. But when he meets a woman who can take all his dominant loving and beg for more, he realizes he may have met his match. It’s a damn shame she’s the one woman in the world his man-code deems untouchable…his best friend’s sister.

Read an Excerpt (18+ Only, Please—this is steamy stuff)

He was bigger than he’d been in high school. Bigger, taller and just…more. His muscles, lacquered by a tight black tee shirt, bulged. Tattoos danced over his biceps. The planes of his face were angled. High cheekbones, dark brows, long blade of a nose all the same, but sharper. His eyes hadn’t had those shadows back then either, that predatory glint. His hair—his thick mop of curls—was gone, shaved off, revealing the perfect shape of his head. His chin, however, wasn’t shaved. It was covered by a smattering of dark fuzz. A scar on his cheek, rather than detracting from his looks, made him even more fascinating, dangerous.

And he smelled…delicious. As he moved, his cologne, a clean enticing scent, enveloped her in a cloud.

Oh, he was dangerous all right.

She didn’t care.

The slight buzz from the margaritas at the bachelorette party, the sexual sizzle ignited by the strippers who’d burst in on their party wearing camo fatigues with rip-away crotches, all contributed to her bravado.

In real life she would never hook arms with some random guy and sashay by his side to his room. But hell. This was Dane. The man of her fantasies. And, judging from the hunger in his expression as he looked down at her, the heat that passed between them where they touched, he wanted her.

Thank God she wasn’t still the dorky teen with braces she’d been when they’d last met.

She looked amazing tonight. He happened to wander by and notice her. No one else was around. And he wanted her.

It was as though, somehow, magically, all the stars had aligned.

There was no way—no way—she would miss this opportunity.

Excitement danced low in her gut as he swiped his room key and led her into his suite. It was a nice suite—not as sumptuous as Angie’s, but nice all the same—with a small sitting area and an enormous king bed. The windows looked out on the sparkling lights of the City that Never Slept. Or one of them.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, taking off his watch and dropping it on the table by the door. It drew her attention to his forearms, thick and muscled and sprinkled with dark hairs. They were roped with thick veins. She’d always had a thing for bulky forearms. And she’d always had a thing for Dane. The combination was irresistible.

She tipped her head to the side and blew a bubble with her gum. “Margarita?”

He waved at the glossy wood armoire against the wall. “I have a mini bar. It’ll have to be shots. What’s your poison?”

“Tequila then.” Might as well keep a good thing going.

He hunkered down and searched through the fridge, pulling out a tiny bottle of tequila for her and whiskey for him. He cracked them open and dumped them unceremoniously into two glasses and handed her hers. No ice or anything.

Good thing it didn’t matter to her, or she’d be pissed at his cavalier attitude. The drink was lubricant, a time filler. They were dancing around a seduction, and they both knew it.

Or…not.

Apparently seduction was not necessary. Because Dane took a swig of his drink and said, with no preface whatsoever, “So do you have any no-nos?”

She gaped at him. “No-nos?”

“Anything you won’t do? Because I’ll be frank. I like a little kink.”

Holy God.

First of all, the heat scorching her was mind-numbing. Literally. Mind. Numbing. Those brash words from Dane’s gorgeous lips and she nearly lost her balance.

Second of all—he liked kink.

So, in fact, did she. Nothing super dark, but a little slap and tickle for sure.

“Um…” She took a sip of her drink. She shuddered as the harsh bite of liquor burned through her. It clashed with the flavor of her gum. “What kind of kink are we talking about?”

He strode to his suitcase and fished around, pulling out a long leather strap with two loops on the ends. Her eyes fixated on it. She shuddered.

“I want to tie you up,” he said, his voice low, taunting, as though he expected her to squeak like a mouse and scuttle from the room.

The. Fuck.

“Hmm. I think I can handle that.”

“I’ll probably smack your bottom.”

Also good. She tried not to flinch in anticipation. His hand on her ass? Gawd.

“I won’t hurt you, though. I’m not into that. And of course, I’ll use protection.” He held up a pack of condoms.

Well da-ham. He’d come prepared. A smile curled on her lips.

“Billy said your fee’s been paid.” His brow quirked.

The smile froze on Tina’s face. A combination of horror and rage and something else altogether snarled through her, as she realized how right she’d been. Not only did he not recognize her—after knowing her her entire life, for pity sake—he thought she was a hooker.

Granted, she did kind of look like a hooker, with makeup plastered on as if with a trowel. But still…

She glanced at him from beneath the impossibly long lashes The Master had glued to her lids. Not her style, but she liked the way they looked. The way they made her feel…like someone else. Someone sultry and daring. Someone Dane would want.

To tie up and spank.

Aside from that, the temptation to have him, taste him, fuck him, ran rampant in her. For years she’d fantasized about her older brother’s best friend. All through puberty and long after that. Every man she’d met, dated or been with had been gauged against Dane Coulter. None of them had measured up.

Ah yes, the temptation to have him was overwhelming.

Not to mention how much fun it would be watching him shit a brick tomorrow, when he realized who she really was.

Too delicious to pass up, really. The whole package.

He stood there in the middle of the room, holding the strap in one hand and the condoms in the other, waiting for her reply. Though he was all Dom, she couldn’t help but notice a hint of tension in him, as though he was, on some level, afraid she’d say no and waltz away.

He wanted her. And he wanted her bad. It was the heat in his eyes that gave him away, the way they flicked over her and burned with hunger. Yeah. Irresistible.

Sure. She could be a hooker for the evening.

What people are saying about WHIPPED:

"5 Stars—Whipped by Sabrina York was so good, LOVED all the sexy scenes and then how she mixed in some humor parts. I know she's super busy but I'm really hoping she makes this one into a series because its that good :)"—Read More Romance

"5 Stars—Oh my goodness! I loved, loved, loved this story! The sex was off-the-charts hot! And I mean HOT! The characters were witty and so entertaining. As always, Ms. York's humor and witty writing is on full display. I honestly don't think she could not write a story that doesn't leave me in awe of her slightly sarcastic, yet always smartly written style. I bow to the master."— Coffee and Books

"5 Stars—This was a great read that kept me glued to the events. Loved the epilogue!"—Ms Romantic Reads

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Born to Sin by Danica Avet: A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

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Beneath the Pages by Jennifer Kacey: One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Cruising for Love by Lynne Silver: A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

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About Sabrina York

Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching erotic romance.  Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazon or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/ And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!

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Journey to Rota, Spain - The Feria

One of my favorite memories of living in Rota, Spain was attending the annual Feria de Primavera, which is why the event is featured in my upcoming release Touched by Midas, book 4 in the SEALs Going Hot series with Desiree Holt, Cerise Deland and Samantha Cayto.  

Much like the fairs in the United States, many cities in the Andalucia region of Spain had their own fair. And, just like we do here in the land of the free and home of the brave, the Spanish ferias include midway rides, carnival games and lots of eating. But after that, one can easily note the differences between the cultures.

At the ferias, most of the women, regardless of age, wear flemenco (sometimes also called sevillana) dresses. Like fresh flowers blooming, these gorgeous full-length gowns can be seen everywhere. They usually have several layers of ruffles at the sleeves and in the skirt, making the dresses incredibly heavy. The men generally wear high-waisted, tight-fitting slacks, white shirts with vests, a sash and a flat hat, and are breathtakingly handsome.  At the feria, these well-dressed locals parade around on beautifully decorated horse-drawn carriages. 

My daughter in a borrowed sevillana dress.

Some unusual differences I noticed at the feria was that many of the games on the midway gave away shots of thick, sweet wine (muscatell) rather than the typical stuffed animal. And rather than the fun ending at midnight, in Spain the feria goes on all night long. I can't forget to include the dancing! All day and through the night, the people, young and old alike, dance. I simply loved to watch them as they swished, swayed and stomped to the beats played by a Spanish guitar. 

Traditionally, the ferias also have casetas, big tents where families and organizations go to eat, drink and dance the night away. In my time, many of the casetas were privately owned, so an invitation was needed to get in. A private caseta is an important setting in a scene in Touched by Midas.

But let me give you a chance to see why the Rota feria comes up in Touched by Midas.  I hope you enjoy this extended excerpt.  Touched by Midas comes out Friday, August 15th!

Touched by Midas - Excerpt

How did nice girls survive? How did they resist the sexual magnetism of guys like Midas long enough to find the kind of man they could have a real relationship with? The seductive SEAL with the charming smile could make even a nun think twice about her vows, let alone a world-weary bitch trying to redeem herself.

“Sorry,” Angie heard herself say before the last of her restraint gave way. She turned and started walking, avoiding any further tax to her self-control.

“You think I’m not good enough for you?”

His question halted her foot mid-step. Of all the things he could have said, he’d found the one she couldn’t ignore. The one that suggested she was still the unkind woman of her youth. The girl who used people as much as they used her.

Biting a lip, she released a long sigh and made an about face.

“No. I don’t think you’re not good enough for me.”

“That’s easy enough to say, but harder to prove. Go out with me. Show me that your words are worth something.”

So many thoughts swirled through her mind. Some snarky and downright mean. Others a complete abdication to the power that was Midas. But before she could decide which one to toss out, the sailor threw down the gauntlet.

“I’ve got tickets to see Stereo Arsenal next week,” he said, coming closer. “Go with me. Be my date to what will probably be the show of the year on base.”

The mention of her father’s band broke the hold Midas had on her. No way she’d go and be recognized by one of the band members, roadies or fans. She’d already made arrangements for a few hours of private time with her parents while they were in Rota. That visit alone could compromise her identity.

“Sorry, buddy. No can do. I’m really not a fan of rock-and-roll.”

“Not a fan of rock and roll?” His eyebrows rose in mock surprise. “How is that even possible? Don’t you know that Stereo Arsenal is one of the best bands from the 80s? These guys sold more albums and had more top-ten hits than anyone else in their genre. They’re classic. Just scoring tickets for the show was a major coup.”

She couldn’t help the pride swelling her chest. Her father might be the leader of the madhouse, but he and the band had worked hard to rise to the top. They deserved every accolade they received.

“I don’t want to go to the concert by myself,” he persisted, increasing the wattage to his dazzling smile. “Prove your words are more than just sounds coming from those pretty lips.”

“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “There are dozens of beautiful women in Rota who would love to be your date. Maybe you should ask one of them.”

“You’re the only person I’m interested in. You have been for a while.”

She’d heard a lot of pickup lines in her lifetime, but the one he just spouted had to be one of the best. It even had her jaded heart fluttering. The man was more than just a handsome face. He had skills, she’d give him that.

A small car turned a corner and headed in their direction. Midas grabbed her hand, leading her from the street to a long stretch of grass outlining the marina. Across the bay, the lights from Cadiz twinkled like stars against the water. The delicious smells of cooking food and sweet sangria scented the air.

The whole tableau around her was becoming a little too romantic for her liking. Midas wasn’t the long-lasting relationship-type she was searching for. He was sexy, the love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy, who basked in the glow of conquering prey and climbing his way to the top of the adoration mountain. She’d seen him around his friends. He liked to be the leader of the pack, numero uno, the man in the limelight. God only knew what he would do if he ever found out her real identity. Most likely sell the story to some trashy celebrity magazine, where his handsome face could be on display for the entire world to see and admire.

The strong desire to bed the SEAL who thought the sun rose and set on his ass and then knocking him down to the size of a handheld bobble head tempted like crack cocaine to a recovering drug addict. Clearly she still had more work to do in the Mother Teresa department. The sooner she could make her getaway, the better.

“Do us both a favor and take no for my answer. Trust me, it’s for the best.” Once again, she tried to pull away from his grasp, but this time he not only held tight, he clasped his free hand on their entwined fingers.

“Tell you what,” he said, inching closer. “The Rota feria is happening this weekend. Go with me to the fair tomorrow night. If it’s not the best date you’ve ever had, I’ll never ask you out again. I’ll leave you alone to the fabulous life you seem to be enjoying so much.”

A light whiff of his intoxicating cologne wafted from his warm body, clouding her already impaired senses. Shivers rippled down her back and up her quaking legs, meeting in her belly where they loop-de-looped as though on a roller coaster. Between her legs a familiar ache pulsed. She’d been without a man—the right man—for too long.

“And if it is the best date?” Her voice sounded strangled. How could she possibly concentrate with so much testosterone and lust inundating her sensibilities?

“Then you go to the concert with me. I’ll show you just how good rock-and-roll can be.”

Thank God she had a little control of her faculties, otherwise she would have burst out laughing. She knew exactly how good and how bad rock-and-roll could be.

The offer he put before her was tempting. Midas had given her a golden opportunity to finally get him out of her hair for good.

Little did he know she’d dated some of the legends of the silver screen, as well as the music scene. Dozens of men had wooed her with fancy meals, trips and the like. The odds of the Navy SEAL standing before her besting her previous dates were so minuscule that not even a down-and-out Vegas bookie would consider making odds.

“You’re saying you’ll never bother me again if I do this?” She leaned back to gauge the expression on his face. He was so irritably good looking and beguiling, would she even be able to tell if he was lying? “You’ll stop asking me out if I go to the fair with you and don’t have the date of the century?”

“As long as you promise to give me a fair chance and are one-hundred percent honest with me once the date is over. Honesty is extremely important to me, just so you know.” He released her hand and held up two fingers. “If you’ll do that, then you have my solemn promise. Scouts honor.”

Agreeing had to be a mistake. Most likely there was some kind of catch or trick she couldn’t see through. There couldn’t be a way to make a night at a simple fair in Rota, Spain the best night of her entire life. No freaking way.

“Fine.” She dug in her purse for a scrap of paper and a pen. When she finished writing her address, she held out the ripped slip. He reached for it, but she yanked back the paper. “Promise me one more time. If I tell you honestly that you didn’t best any of my previous dates, we are done. No more accidently meeting me on base. No more holding doors open. No more anything.”

Midas snatched the slip from her grasp and grinned. “You just worry about where you want to eat before the concert. I’m a man who never loses.”

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