Whipped

By Sabrina York

Fun and flirty contemporary romance featuring a hunky, stubborn military hero with a MAN CODE that is written in stone, and the woman who aims to bring him to his knees!

Here's the blurb!
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.

Join the fun as Tina Marie torments poor Dane. She is determined to make him toss his stupid man-code out the window. Will she succeed??

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sabrina York
• Release date: Oct 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781941497012

Sabrina York

Sabrina York is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous romance. Her titles—Contemporary, Historical and paranormal—range from sweet & sexy to scorching romance. Her awards include: 2018 Holt Medallion, 2017 RITA Nominee, and 2017 NERFA.She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband of 30+ years and a very drooly Rottweiler.Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests.

Book preview

Chapter One

It was a sad day. One of the great ones had fallen.

Dane Coulter bowed his head and lifted his glass. To Cody. My best friend and the world’s best wingman. He was a good man. I’ll miss you, buddy.

Billy nodded and swiped at his cheek. Damn straight.

To Cody, the others around the table chorused as they lifted their glasses as well.

All but Cody. Cody shot them an annoyed look and snorted. I’m getting married, not dyin’.

Close enough. Dane clapped him on the shoulder, a somber expression on his face. It was damn good knowing you.

Hard to believe all their adventures, all their wild sexcapades were over. Hard to believe such a dyed in the wool ladies’ man could succumb.

But succumb he had. Cody had met Angie and she’d swept all his cynicism—his stalwart resistance to that romantic notion women called love—aside.

In just a couple days he’d be a married man. Ball and chain and everything.

Which was ironic, when you thought about it. Given his...proclivities in the bedroom. A submissive man, Cody was not.

Dane knew him well, had known him his whole life. As Army brats, traveling the world in a rootless existence, it was rare to run into the same friends again and again but, as a result of their fathers being repeatedly assigned to the same bases, they’d grown up together.

They’d been best friends since grade school, except for that month or so in high school when they’d both been besotted with Lila Pennington. But then she’d slept with Thomas Winkler and that had been the end of that.

Their families were still friendly too. Their dads went fishing together, their moms had cocktails and their brothers and sisters were all best friends. There had been dinner parties and sleepovers and camping trips.

As young men, Dane and Cody had enlisted side-by-side and helped each other survive Basic, and then Cody had followed Dane into the Special Forces. For the past five years they’d been inseparable, had each other’s backs on mission after mission, adventure after adventure.

Until Angela.

Dane had been joking when he’d said Cody’s impending marriage was like a death sentence but, on some level, it didn’t feel like a joke at all. He tried not to think she was taking Cody away forever but, deep inside, that was how it felt.

Like he was losing a friend.

He glanced over at Cody, who had wandered to the window and was staring out at the Vegas skyline. Angie had picked Vegas for their whirlwind wedding and, of course, Cody had agreed. He agreed to everything nowadays.

Dane hadn’t complained because, hell, it was Vegas. And Angie’s dad was paying for everything. A week in Vegas. Everything top of the line.

And Cody was in love. Head over heels, helplessly, hopelessly in love.

Whipped.

Dane stifled a snort and took a draw on his beer. This was supposed to be a celebration, a badass bachelor party. Cody’s last gasp of freedom with his wild and raucous buddies before the boom fell. He glanced around the lush suite with derision. Wild and raucous? Not.

Billy and Kaye sat at the table flicking paper footballs at each other and Ennis was playing with himself...a desultory game of beer pong with olives. Dudley was perched on a chair angling cards into a wastebasket. Badass bachelor party? Shit. It felt more like a high school slumber party. All that was missing was footie pajamas.

It was a crying shame.

If their C.O. saw his Special Forces team brought this low, they’d all be drummed out of the corps.

When are the strippers getting here? Kaye asked the question humming in Dane’s mind.

Cody spun around and paled. He clutched his chest like a swooning virgin. Gawd. Strippers? There can’t be any strippers. Ang would have my balls on a plate if I so much as looked at another woman.

Dane tried not to roll his eyes in disgust.

Does that mean you won’t be needing the hooker we hired?

Cody gaped at Billy. You hired a hooker? His voice broke.

Um, yeah?

Shit. Cody raked his fingers through his hair, though there wasn’t much to rake. Like all of them, his hair was closely cropped.

She’s paid for and everything, Billy said, as though this would help.

No fucking hooker. Come on guys.

Ennis frowned and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. His biceps rippled. Of all of them Ennis was the most ripped, which was saying something, because they were all pretty ripped. "Shee-it, Cody. This is supposed to be a bachelor party. We’re in Vegas. It’s supposed to be wild and crazy. There are supposed to be strippers. There’s supposed to be a fucking tiger in the room."

Why he pouted at that, Dane didn’t have a clue. If there was a tiger in the room, it would probably eat the strippers.

Yeah. Billy echoed Ennis’ pout. Tonight’s the night, bro. Your last chance. It was true. The families were all arriving tomorrow. Tomorrow the hotel would be filled with mothers and sisters and flower girls, for Christ’s sake. In all likelihood, they would not appreciate strippers. Or hookers.

Kaye joined the refrain. If we’re gonna have a bacchanal, it’s gotta be tonight. From here on out it’ll be rubber chicken with Aunt Gladys.

I don’t have an Aunt Gladys.

Aunt whoever then.

And there’s not going to be a bacchanal. This growled by their host, with a slash of his hand.

The guys eyed Cody gloomily. You changed, man, Billy muttered.

Yeah. Kaye tipped up his beer and reached for another. What’d she do to you?

Cody set his hands on his hips. I love her.

None of them, of course, could respond to that. Although Billy did mutter again, under his breath, You changed.

He had. Dane tried to ignore the ripple of desolation at the thought. He tried to ignore the sneaking suspicion that as of tonight, as of right now, nothing would ever be the same again.

Ennis wandered across the room, plopped down on the sofa and