The
Fifth Book in Sabrina York’s Scorching Tryst Island Series
Releases!
Fans of the Tryst Island Books have been eagerly awaiting the next installment. Not only is it here, it is premiering at a special introductory price as a thank you to loyal readers.
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Blurb:
A
No-Strings Fling Becomes Something For Which He Will Risk All
Devlin
Fox has always been a player. A horny bee flitting from flower to
flower. He has no idea why the sexy minx he meets on the way to Tryst
Island affects him the way she does. Arousal—for her—hits him
like a fist to the gut and he can’t stop thinking about her.
But
Tara Romano doesn’t “do” commitments. For good reason. When she
proposes they be “friends with benefits,” Devlin can’t figure
out why the idea annoys him so much. It should be the perfect
scenario. A gorgeous, alluring woman who only wants him for his body…
He wants, needs,
more from Tara, so he hits upon a plan to turn their no-strings-fling
into something lasting. A series of tantalizing dares—dares Tara
cannot resist.
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An
excerpt from
Devlin’s
Dare
Book
5 in the Tryst Island Series
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“That’s
Devlin Fox?” She glared across the restaurant. It wasn’t bad
enough that the gorgeous guy she ran into on the ferry turned out to
be friends with the douche in the ascot she’d been running from.
No.
He had to
be her worst enemy too.
Damn. Damn
damn damn.
“You
know him?” Bella asked.
“He
writes a Foodie Blog.” Tara glowered around the table, trying hard
not to snarl. Or pout. “He gave Stud Muffin a bad review.”
“What?”
Cam squawked.
Jamie
shook her head. “Why did he do that?”
Tara
crossed her arms over her chest. She’d spent her life learning her
craft. Spent her life savings opening her own bakery. Spent years
building clientele.
Then, with one crappy review, business had
tanked. Totally into the toilet. In one fell swoop, many of her
regulars had stopped coming in.
She wasn’t
sure she’d be able to make the bills this month, which was
devastating.
And all
because of him.
It was
unfair for one man to have so much power.
And why
had he panned her bakery? “Because I don’t have gluten-free.”
She muttered, then added, under her breath, “Big baby.”
Still,
gluten-free was a huge deal in Seattle. She’d spent the past week
working up recipes. And fantasizing about wreaking vengeance on a
certain blogger.
It had
been a mere fantasy, until now. But now…
Kaitlin
shifted closer, drawing Tara’s attention. “What are you
thinking?” she asked in a whisper, her features tight.
Tara
froze. It didn’t do to think
around Kaitlin. Not that the elfin redhead read minds, or at least
that’s what she claimed. But she seemed to know
things.
“Nothing.”
Tara made it a point to bat her lashes.
Kaitlin’s
nose rumpled, as though she smelled something nasty. Like a lie.
But hell.
Tara couldn’t tell Kaitlin what she was really thinking because
Kaitlin—the sweet, innocent soul that she was—would try to talk
her out of it. Ramble on about Karma and shit.
No, Tara
couldn’t tell anyone what she was really thinking about.
Because
she was plotting revenge.
She was
going to get Devlin Fox back. And she was going to get him good.
*
* * * *
“Hi
there.”
Devlin
turned on the barstool, his trademark smile firmly in place.
Everything within him froze. It was her. That little slice of heaven
from the ferry. Damn.
She was as hot as he remembered.
She sidled
up next to him and the chatter of the bar receded. Fascination—and
something else—rose.
“Well
hello there.”
He liked
her scent, something floral and light. He liked her heat as she
pressed against his side. She lowered her long lush lashes and peeped
up at him through the fringe. Damn, that was sexy. She licked her
lips. That was sexy too.
“I never
got to thank you,” she purred.
“Th-Thank
me?” Was that her hand? On his thigh?
Shit
yeah.
“For
saving me.” Her fingers flexed. “I would have tumbled to my death
if you hadn’t grabbed me.”
“I doubt
you would have tumbled to your death. Disfigurement, perhaps. Dire
injury. But not death. Don’t exaggerate.”
She
laughed, a low chortle. “Well… Thank you.” She leaned closer
and whispered, “Can I buy you a drink?”
Devlin
blinked. He’d been hit on in bars before, but no woman had ever
offered to buy him a drink.
She might
just be a perfect woman. “Sure.”
“What’s
your poison?”
“Whiskey
sour.”
She
signaled to the bartender.
“So…I’m
Devlin.”
“Devlin.”
She cooed. Actually cooed.
“And you
are…?”
“Interested.”
He jumped
a little as her hand skated up his thigh. His pulse skipped.
“I…ah…yes. But what can I call you?” He had a pretty good
idea where this was headed, and he wanted to know what to cry out as
he sank into her steamy depths. It was only polite to know a woman’s
name at a moment like that.
She pursed
her lips, as though she were thinking it over. Or thinking about
something else. Her thumb snaked up. Nudged his balls, ever so
lightly, and through thick denim, but he felt it like an electrical
charge. “Call me Sugar.”
“Sugar.”
Oh yeah. She was sweet.
“Would
you…like to go for a walk?”
“A
walk?” His cock lurched. All thoughts of that drink faded.
“It’s
a beautiful night…”
She looked
over her shoulder and then threaded her fingers in his, leading him
toward the back of the bar. He didn’t know why they weren’t
heading for the front door, but didn’t much care.
She was a
beautiful woman. She wanted him. And he was just drunk enough to
follow her anywhere she led.
He shot a
glance at Parker who sent him a thumbs up.
They
barely made it out the back door of the bar before she kissed him.
Damn. Backed him up against the wall, raked her fingers through his
hair, pulled his head down and took his mouth.
And damn,
she was a good kisser. She ate him with heat and passion and
carnivorous zeal. He responded in kind, thrusting his tongue into her
mouth. He nearly passed out when she sucked on it, nibbled it, toyed
with it. He couldn’t help imagining her doing the same to his cock.
Her palm
roved over his chest and made its way down to his hips. He didn’t
dare move as she slowly teased the band of his jeans. She pulled back
and held his gaze as she popped the snap.
“Mmm,”
she murmured, reaching in. His eyes crossed as she molded his length.
Squeezed. “Such a big boy.” She licked her lips and his brain
short-circuited. When she went to her knees before him and blew a hot
breath on him through the cotton of his briefs, he nearly lost
consciousness. “I want to taste you,” she said. “Take off your
pants.”
Holy
God. Yes.
In a
frenzy, he kicked off his shoes, and ripped off his jeans, hopping
from one foot to the other. He held still, frozen in place, as she
hooked her thumbs in his briefs and eased them down revealing his
eager cock. She dragged his underwear down until they pooled at his
ankles.
He heard
the catch in her moan. Felt the trace of a warm finger around his
swollen head and down to the base. He shuddered.
“Ah.
Yes,” she said, coming close. Her heat caressed him. His knees
knocked. She fisted him. Pumped. Once. Twice. Blood pounded at his
temples. Thrummed in his cock. She bent closer. Her damp breath
kissed the head. “Such a big dick,” she said.
If he’d
been in his right mind, her tone would have warned him, but he wasn’t
in his right mind. He was a little drunk and a lot horny and there
was a gorgeous woman on her knees before him with his cock in her
fist. Her mouth hovered over the tip.
Yes. Yes.
Just a little more…
She
released him and stood up in a rush. Her beautiful, seductive
expression morphed into something bitter. He gaped at her, stunned.
“Yeah,”
she said, propping her fists on her hips. “You, Devlin Fox, are a
big dick.”
And then
she left. Whirled on her heel and left him standing there,
half-naked, leaning against the grimy brick wall behind a grungy bar.
And she
took his jeans.
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