My mother
was a strong, stubborn woman who fought like a tigress for her cubs. And thank
God.
When they
oh-so-politely explained that her daughter was far too stupid to learn to read,
much less write, she refused to believe them. And she refused to let me believe them. She dared me to prove
them wrong.
I did.
That
probably accounts for the fact that even now, at the advanced age of oh-I-don’t-know-let’s-just-say-twenty-five,
I still have the inclination to think “they” are full of $h!t.
Not only did
I learn to read (and learn to LOVE reading), I learned to write. And because
they told me I couldn’t, I became obsessed with writing well. I dedicated
myself to winning every writing award
I could get my grubby paws on just to prove them wrong.
And because
they told me I would never get published, I did that. It took me decades (I
started when I was five, right?) but I did it.
Last April.
Last April
my first book (Adam’s
Obsession) came out.
Since then I’ve
released nearly a dozen titles and have many more in the wings and, I am
delighted to report, fans all over the world.
Who knew?
I’m about to
undertake another daunting feat—one that has me nibbling my fingernails to the
nub.
I am
releasing my first self-pubbed book.
There were a
lot of reasons for trying this—not the least of which is the ability to offer a
book for free once in a while to THANK MY READERS for their loyalty. But to be
perfectly honest, I just want to prove to myself that I can.
Yet another
grand adventure for a girl who always dreamed of being a writer but was told
she was far too dyslexic to try.
There are
always people willing to tell you reasons you shouldn’t take a dare.
It’s a good
thing I never listen.
Rebound is Book One
of the Tryst Island Series—following the romantic adventures of a group of
friends sharing a vacation house on the fictional Trystacomseh Island in Washington State’s San
Juan archipelago. The
series was inspired by my visits to a family cabin on the coast. I’ll share a
picture of the view, so you get an idea why I couldn’t stop myself from writing
these stories.
Sigh. I
know. Right?
Here’s a
taste of Rebound. It’s scheduled to come out April 4th on Amazon. I
hope you check it out.
Rebound by Sabrina York
A Tryst Island Erotic Romance
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…
An Excerpt of Rebound
Cam nodded and dealt the cards. They were
halfway through the first hand when he broke the silence.
“Do you remember the first time we played?”
“You had to teach me.”
“Took me all night.”
“That was hardly my fault.” She rearranged
her cards. “You kept pouring me shots.”
“You’re the one who kept drinking them.”
She feigned a pout. “I had to keep up with
Jamie.”
“Now, she
was easy to beat.”
“So was I, once you got me liquored up.”
His chortle rumbled through her. “You figured
out my strategy.” He shot her a saucy leer. “You sure you don’t want another
beer?”
“No way. I’m winning this game, buster.”
They played for a while longer before he
spoke again. This time, his words sent a scalding sizzle through her solar
plexus. “You know Kristi, I can’t remember a time when we were both…single.”
Her heart seized. “What?” Thank God she hadn’t just taken a sip of beer—she would have
spewed it across the table for sure.
“Think about it. Since the day we met, one of
us was always in a relationship.”
Usually him.
She didn’t respond. She didn’t know what to
say.
He winced as he took a trick. “I just think
it’s interesting. That’s all.”
“What’s… interesting?” It took everything in
her not to mangle her cards.
“You know. That we’re both available. Both
here. Alone.”
Under the weight of his steamy gaze, all
uncertainty wafted away. That was definitely interest simmering in those steely
blue orbs.
Kristi’s pulse went into rapid-fire mode. Her
breath hitched. Heat lashed through her.
“I…ah… W-what’s your p-point?” She tried to
act all blasé, but the stuttering probably ruined it.
His expression shifted, darkened. The
smoldering, seductive mien made her belly flutter. “I was thinking we could play…for
something.”
“S-something?”
“A kiss, maybe?”
Brain freeze.
Every thought fled. Every cogent inkling spun
out of reach. She could only feel. Stare at him in shock. Ache for him.
His tongue came out, dabbing at his lips. She
fixated on it, imagining that tongue, what it could do. The havoc it could
cause on various parts of her trembling body—
“A kiss?” A squeak. “We’ve never k-kissed
before.”
He leaned closer. His voice dropped an
octave. “I’m aware of that.”
“But-but… I thought… We’re just f-friends.”
He studied her over his cards, stroking them
slowly. “Are you saying you don’t want to kiss me?”
“I… No! I just… We’ve always… It’s probably…”
Amusement—twined with certainty—lightened his
intensity. “What are you trying to say, Kristi?”
She meticulously rearranged her cards. “I
just… I didn’t think you found me attractive. That’s all.”
He boggled. “Are you crazy? You’re stunning.”
A little thrill flickered up her spine. “I’m
not.” She ignored his frown at that, and plowed on with her reasoning. “Besides,
in all these years, none of us… well, none of us have.”
“Lane and Lucy did.”
“And look how well that worked out.”
“I’m suggesting a kiss, Kristi. Just a kiss.”
He stroked his lips. “Be honest. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be
like between us?”
A hot tide crawled up her cheeks. He didn’t
miss it. He couldn’t. Her cheeks were neon red. Like a well-cooked lobster.
His features tightened. A muscle ticked in
his cheek. “You have. Haven’t you? Imagined it?” The hint, the thread of
uncertainty in the words struck her to the core.
He was uncertain? He was nervous? Holy Hannah.
“I…” She plucked at the label again. It was
becoming quite shredded. “Maybe.” A whisper.
“Well. So have I. Often.”
She gaped at him. “Often?”
“Very often.”
“But…” She swallowed the words clogging her
throat.
“But what?”
“I… Robyn was perfect.”
“She was.” Her belly dipped at that. “But
when she smiled, she didn’t smile with her whole face. Not the way you do. She
didn’t embrace life. She just kind of clung to the edges. You toss yourself in.”
He fondled the neck of his bottle. “It’s an attractive quality, Kris. A man can’t
help wondering…”
“Wondering what?”
“If you make love that way too.”
Ooh. Those words skimmed over the air between
them, smooth and silky and oh so beguiling.
Not that he needed to seduce her.
Hell, all he had to do was breathe and she wanted him. Still…
“Are you drunk?”
He grinned. “Not in the slightest.”
“This is probably a bad idea.”
His grin broadened.
“Cam, we’re both on the rebound.”
He shifted, as though something was making
his position uncomfortable. “Sometimes you score the winning point off a
rebound.”
“A basketball analogy? Really?” He knew she
was a football fan.
“If the shoe fits.” He reached across the
table and took her hand in his. His heat enveloped her, sank in and made her
want to weep. She could only imagine how good he would feel touching her all over. Pressing her into a downy
mattress. Entering her in a hard, hot thrust…
Lordy. She could imagine it. So well, her
body was already preparing for it. A slick dampness eased between her thighs.
Her nipples pebbled. Her womb clenched in hunger.
“What would the others think?”
“Why would we tell them?” His expression was
far too innocent. “It’s only a kiss.”
“One kiss?”
“One kiss. A forfeit. If you win the game, I
kiss you. If I win, you kiss me.”
She glanced at his lips. Strong. Powerful.
Perfectly formed. She’d wanted to feel them, taste them, have them since the day they’d met. Why was she dithering? What was
she afraid of?
Well, other than heartbreak.
But she’d long ago learned that heartbreak
could come whether you were careful or reckless.
Might as well be reckless.
She would rather enjoy a decadent sliver of fudgy
brownie than suffer through a lifetime of rice cakes.
“Okay. Let’s do it.”
He stared at her. The tension between them
mounted, hummed. His Adam’s apple made the slow journey up and back down his
throat. Then he picked up the cards, shuffled once and quickly dealt out a new
hand.
Kristi’s pulse raced. Her mind whirled. Her
body trembled.
She was going to do it.
After all these years.
She was going to kiss Cam Jackson.
Other 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 on Amazon)
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2 comments:
High expectations is the key! Never believe those people who tell you that you can't! :)
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