How did you start your writing career?
I
had been writing for years, entering contests and volunteering with local
writing groups, submitting to all and sundry and collecting rejection letters galore.
I Imagine my shock when one day, I got a call from an editor who read my erotic
romance contest entry and was interested in publishing it!
It
just goes to show you, you cannot ever give up.
I
got that call in November of 2011 and my first book, Adam’s Obsession came out
on April 4th 2012. In the past year, I've sold more than
fifteen titles and garnered some
pretty awesome
reviews.
It’s been an exciting journey.
Tell us about your current release.
I wanted to do something special to celebrate my one year
anniversary as an author—and I wanted to thank my loyal readers. I decided a
self published series was a great way to do that. I wrote
Rebound,
the first book in my new Tryst Island Series, and enrolled it in Amazon’s
Kindle Prime program, because I wanted to be able to give it away for free
once in a while. To my delight, it hit
#3 on the Amazon free erotica list on my anniversary…right next to 50 Shades on
the paid list. And yeah, I took a screenshot. ;)
Here’s the
blurb:
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…
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?
The cool thing about the Tryst Island Series is that it’s
about a group of friends. So you meet the same characters over and over again.
I worked very hard to make these characters people you would want to hang out
with. They’re funny and smart and sexy—and undyingly loyal to each other.
It must have worked. People are already clamoring for Book 2.
I’ve been scolded for not writing faster.
Tell us about your
next release.
Dragonfly
Kisses is the next book in the series. It’s about Dylan Deveney, a shock jock
who has no interest in a wild fling. He
simply wants a quiet place where he can try to forget a painful past and,
barring that, drink himself to death. But when he catches a glimpse of his
exquisite neighbor—in the buff—his passion for life reignites.
When
Cassie French meets Dylan, she just can’t resist his allure. From his scruffy
beard to his earring to his intriguing dragonfly tattoo, she is crazy about
him. And sex between them is scorching. Everything seems perfect…until a
tragedy from Dylan’s past threatens to ruin everything.
Dragonfly
Kisses will be released soon…and yes. I will be offering it for free!
Who is your favorite
author?
Yikes. That’s a tough
question. There are so many to choose from. A short list would include Cassandra
Carr, Cerise Deland, Chantilly White, Delilah Devlin, Desiree Holt, Gina Lamm, Sidney
Bristol, and Tina Donahue. As an added benefit, I’ve met them all and they are
amazing and wonderful people!
Do you have critique
partners or beta readers?
Both! I am so
fortunate to be a member of GSRWA, a local writing group filled with very
generous writers who are willing read and critique my work—when they’re not working
on their own. Additionally, I have a stellar group of beta readers—these ladies
LOVE to read—who will give me advice and tips on titles, names and plot twists.
Honestly,
I couldn’t do it without their support!
Who are your books
published with?
I am with Ellora’s
Cave primarily, though I have sold some wonderful anthology pieces to Cleis
Press including a contribution to Delilah Devlin’s Smoking Hot Firemen which is
coming out in June! And, of course, I am self publishing a little here and
there. All of my books are on Amazon.
Do you have any
suggestions for beginning writers? If so, what are they?
I recommend three things.
1) Write write write. Even in the course of
one year, my writing has become so much better! Reading the bestselling books
is a great way to figure out what works and taking classes to polish your
skills is a must—even for published authors.
2) Attend conferences. I attended EPICON last
March and received three requests for submissions from editors I met over
drinks. You can also meet other authors, which are integral to your success and
your sanity. I’ve met reviewers and media folks who have helped expand my brand
at conference as well.
3) Enter contests. I mention this because I
was published through the Celtic Hearts Novellas Need Love Too contest. But
even if your entry doesn’t result in a contract or even a win, you receive
great feedback to help get your manuscript where it needs to be.
Tell us about your
favorite fan letter you have received.
My favorite fan letter
was from a husband. He said “Sabrina, I don’t know what was in that book, but
my wife only got to chapter two before she came to find me. Thank you.”
I
loved it.
What question do you
wish was on the list?
How
about this one: Is Sabrina giving away any bling anytime soon? The answer would
be yes.
On May 11th I am giving away a tiara to one lucky
newsletter subscriber.
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.
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 May 11th. It is a completely random
drawing. I made it a point to have the one person on the planet who ABSOLUTELY
DOES NOT CARE WHO WINS draw the winner.
That is, after all, what teenage sons are for.
Remember, only one entry per person, but if you refer your
friends you will earn bonus entries.
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, plus a chance at a Referrals
Only drawing for more bling. (NOTE: They must tell me
that you referred them in the message box so I can give you credit).
Good luck!!!
Do you have anything specific that you
want to say to your readers?
Just
thank you for reading! I can’t tell you how much you mean to me!!! Please check out all my books.
Read the blurbs and excerpts and, if you like them, consider snapping them up!
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)
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…
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.
