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It's a funny thing about writing a book. Oftentimes an author gets so wrapped up in a world, in a group of friends, she doesn't want to leave. The result is something we've all seen--and often loved--a series.
When I started working on Rebound, a sexy short Novella I
planned to give away for free on my first anniversary as a published author, I
had no intention of writing a whole series. But as I plugged way at the story,
I fell in love. With the island, with the friends, with the stories. The
end result was a total of 10 books sketched out on napkins.
When working with this many characters (at least 20 principles
and numerous secondary characters and arcs) life can get complicated. The
series will likely take me a full yer to complete. On top of all this, these
aren't the only books I'm working on!
My strategy is to use a spread sheet. I happen to LOVE spread
sheets, so this works well. I include critical physical data, occupations, and
important family details. I have another workbook tracking the critical plot
points and timing (as some of the stories overlap), and a worksheet showing
which characters appear in each book. This tool has been agodsend. I consult it nearly every day.
Five books are finished and out, some of them available in print
as you read this. Reviews have been glowing.
Five books are finished and out, some of them available in print
as you read this. Reviews have been glowing.
Read on to learn more about the series and check out the Tryst
Island Trailer: http://youtu.be/uJ1rhyeLkAM
AMAZON BUY LINK: http://www.amazon.com/Devlins-Dare-Tryst-Island-Sabrina-ebook/dp/B00I3V2NTO/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1391015762&sr=8-3&keywords=devlin%27s+dare
DEVLIN’S DARE—Book 5 in the Tryst Island Series
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.
“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.
About Sabrina York
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Ana, thank you so much for featuring my book on your blog! Happy valentine's day!!!
ReplyDeleteHi Sabrina,
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I love, love, love series, and you hit on exactly the reason why I write them and read them. I'm not willing to let go of characters and places I've grown to love.
Good luck with yours. Keep those napkins in a safe place!
I can't imagine having 20 principle characters. Not surprised you need a spreadsheet.
ReplyDeleteThank you Debra. Yes, I have to remember not to blow my nose on them!
ReplyDeleteSabrina
Paula, the funny thing is now, 5 books in, I KNOW them as well as I know my friends! It gets easier with each book!
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