What a Wonderful Day

Good Morning everyone. I’m happy to be here at Coffee Time Romance. What better combination is there than coffee and romance? I’m Sara York and I’m new to rebel but not to writing.
A few months ago there was a call to write a cougar story and I thought, “Wow, I have a cougar story sitting in my documents that is half finished and I just need to add a little more and it will be perfect. So I added another person. So yes, my cougar story in the Claw Marks anthology is a menage cougar story.
Carnal Awakenings is about Anna who is not only concerned about her aging looks but her children’s thoughts about her considering another relationship. But Nick and Mike are too appealing of lovers to pass up.
I love the alternative lifestyle aspect of Carnal Awakenings. Loving both men would be hard, but Anna’s desire to have both men in her life overrule propriety. I hope you enjoy Carnal Awakenings.
If you would like more information on Sara York books you can visit my website at http://sarayork.com
I write both M/M and M/F with a few menages thrown in for fun. Here’s a little excerpt from Runaway Princess.
Finally, she slept. Brack gritted his teeth, trying to keep his cool. This situation was stickier than the web of the krasneck spider. He should untie her right now, but then she would escape, and he wouldn’t be able to keep her safe.
Brack slid one finger down the inside of her arm. Her skin reminded him of warm silk on a cold winter’s night. The pulse at her wrist beat strong and sure. He jerked away. No touching while she was out. The overwhelming desire to run his hand over her body left him breathless. He checked the bindings, making sure they weren’t too tight. If she got rope burns he’d feel bad. Hell, she probably already had rope burns.
He threw a blanket over her and flung himself into the chair next to her bed, brooding over the stupidity both of them employed in the last few days. He should have told her father.
Actually, he would have told his commander, who would have followed proper chains, but fuck it all. Proper chains of command were thrown out the window and he was screwed.
The night wore on as he watched her moan and groan in her slumber. Viewing women dance naked on stage wasn’t as riling as watching Regina sleep. His cock began to rise. The silky memory of her skin taunted him, called for him to indulge. One touch would ignite a white-hot flame that would consume him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, forcing himself to ignore the magnificence beside him.