The bundles are loved. The bundles are hated. But, either way, the bundles are landing authors on some big lists and for that reason alone, it doesn't appear that they'll be going anywhere soon. They remind me of the anthologies that were so popular a few years ago...but with more punch. More pizzazz.
I decided to chat with friend, author Sabrina York about her newest bundle...we were going to talk about bundles in more general terms, but that conversation got much too long to put on the blog. Maybe someday we'll get there. :-) Tell me what you think about box sets in the comments and be entered to win this bundle!
But, here's what she had to say about Brought to His Knees, along with a excerpt of her story, Whipped.
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.
Brought
to his Knees Box Set
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.
To learn more about the other stories of BTHK visit
Sabrina's website.
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