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Rhonda Carver is Guesting with Us

Today, we are honored to have our Guest: Rhonda Lee Carver!One question that hits me like a ton of bricks is, “Why did you choose the genre romance?” Sure, it may seem innocent and I’ve been asked it enough that I expect it, but it doesn’t mean I have to answer. Why does this question bother me so much? Because I feel like I’m really being asked, “Why choose romance when there are so many more respectful genres?” Maybe I’m a bit paranoid or tense—maybe even out of my mind a little, but I have my reasons.  Since I published, back in 2010, I’ve recognized the fact that I’m treated differently by people. I’ve lost friends, I get the “stink eye,” I’ve even been asked, “Why don’t you write children’s books?”  That’s like me asking a politician…why don’t you not give an opinion?Let me put your panic to rest, I don’t write romance because I’m getting too much sex, OR, not enough. My sex life is fine, well, it’s actually great! I’m not out to “practice” my fantasies on everyone, and especially your husbands and boyfriends. I’m not devil’s spawn, in fact, if I say so myself, I’ve got a huge heart. Too big at times, because I tend to get hurt quicker than most. And if I have an opinion or idea and you blame my eccentric thought on, “You’re just looking for an idea for a story…” you’ll probably piss me off. Because if you make a statement like this, then you have no clue how my mind, or any writer’s mind for that matter, works.If you’ve read my books, and I hope you have, you’ll see that I’m all over the board when it comes to heat level. Some of my works are spicy, and some are mildly hot, and then there are those that are considered erotic.  Why is this you wonder? My characters and storylines choose me. If I begin to tell my characters, “Okay, we’re at twenty-seven pages and now it’s time to get naked and perform”  I’ll lose the creativity backing my words.  For instance, in my newest work, in the polishing stage, I had to write in a whole new scene because my heroine, Lila, decided she wanted to give Duke oral sex.  The new scene was inspired when I heard “pre-cum” and I saw an image of Lila and Duke.  You’ll have to read Second Ride Cowboy when it releases *soon* to find out how hot the scene is. I’m proud of being a writer. It’s hard work. In the day and age where everyone wants to write a book, I say, “Go for it!” But understand, it’s NOT about writing a book and calling yourself an author. It runs far deeper than a label. It’s about connecting with readers, and even more, it’s about writing from the soul. I’ll never give up my pen, rather my keyboard, to satisfy a world where sometimes romance writers are snubbed and unappreciated. And sure, one day I’ll probably write a children’s book, but not because some narrow-minded, sex-fearing person suggested me too. In the meantime…I’m off to smutland where I have characters who want to get rolling in bringing your hot fantasies alive.
Suffering from years of hopeless romantic notions with sexy, sassy heroines and bad-ass heroes taking residence in her mind, Rhonda decided to write, bringing the stories alive. She has published an array of spicy love stories. Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty.When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you will find her with her children, watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places, doing (or trying) yoga, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time…
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/rhondalee.carverFacebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rhonda-Lee-Carver-AuthorWebsite: www.rhondaleecarver.comBlogger: http://rhondaleecarver-author.blogspot.comAmazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Rhonda-Lee-Carver/e/B00CQLXKTO/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1When Holly comes back to her hometown, the last thing she wants is to connect with her old flame, Liam, who is now Chief of Police. When someone in town wants Holly gone, Liam vows to protect her. One thing leads to another, and soon Holly finds herself full of craving for a man in uniform. Resisting the burning desire becomes torture, and neither is strong enough to deny the temptation. Wrapped in a cloak of heat and passion, things begin to unfold.

Holly has a reputation for being a “bad girl.” Is it all in rumor, or does it hold a sliver of truth? Liam swears he’ll never forgive her for breaking his heart years ago, yet he’ll do anything to keep her safe. Soon he finds something far more dangerous than murder and suspense…he realizes he is still in love with Holly. Can he trust her?

Holly can have it all—delicious man, lovely home and a stable future for only a small price…she must let go of the past. Is loving Liam enough?






Excerpt: Sin With CuffsHolly Young drove into Raven, Ohio and forced herself to continue toward the past. “Small town, USA. Here I come.”Flipping off the AC, she rolled down the window. The cool breeze swept through her hair. Picking up the Styrofoam cup from the holder, she sipped the remains of the drink she’d bought sixty miles ago. She needed a stiffer beverage than sweet tea, but she doubted a bottle of liquor could soothe her nerves. Taking a stroll back to her roots wasn’t by choice. Nonetheless, she was here now and returning to New York anytime soon just wasn’t in the cards. She’d quit her waitressing job, sold anything of value and headed to the heartland. Five and dime stores lined Main Street. She passed Miller’s Pharmacy, Steeple Chase bookstore and her favorite, Sammi’s Toy store, where her grandma bought Holly’s first doll. People sat on corner benches and waved to everyone passing. The stop sign she’d hit during her driving test still hadn’t been replaced. She smiled. Glancing in her rearview mirror, a Police SUV rode her bumper. She turned left in an effort to lose it, but the vehicle followed. As any good citizen would do, she checked her speed. She stayed at twenty and crossed her fingers. No luck. The police lights came on.“Damn!”Obviously, nothing in town had changed and she was still being pulled over. This time it wasn’t justified. Who bothered with someone going five miles above the speed limit? Holly pulled over and turned off the engine. Anxiously tapping her fingernail against the steering wheel, she sighed and gathered the documents from her glove box. Booted footsteps sounded on the driver’s side. She looked up but the bright sun blinded her. “I wasn’t doing anything worth getting stopped--”“Step on out of the vehicle, ma’am.”“Unbelievable! I’ve been in this town less than five minutes and I’m already being harassed,” she complained as she opened her door and slid out. She tented her hand over her eyes in an effort to block the sun, ready to ask what the problem was, when all logical thought vanished. He wasn’t just any uniformed man. This was six feet, two-hundred pounds of sex appeal, with eyes the color of molten chocolate…and the greatest memory she had of this town. “Liam Ryan.” The name fell from her lips like a feather in the breeze.His gaze held hers. Seconds passed while she waited on his response. There were no signs of surprise in his expression and yet her heart beat wildly with a mixture of shock and excitement. “Five minutes without getting into trouble is a record for you,” he finally said.Wrapping her arms around her waist, she hoped to steady the butterflies in her stomach. “Yeah, and I had a partner in crime back in the day, remember?” “Times change,” he said in a slow drawl. “I see that.” She dropped her gaze over his broad chest and lean hips. “They’ll let anyone wear a uniform these days, yet you don’t look half bad wearing a gun.” She smiled and gave her hair a saucy toss. His eyes slanted and his mouth thinned. “What have the good people of this town done to deserve your presence?” The harshness to his tone set Holly on edge. Was he playing a hard ass? “Don’t act stupid, Liam. You know I’m here for my grandma’s funeral.” The sun’s heat grew stronger and the awkward exchange wasn’t helping. She felt the sweat bead on her upper lip and her hair grew sticky as they continued to stand in the hot sun. She lifted it up and made a messy bun, fully aware that his gaze lingered a little longer than necessary on her neck.“It’s interesting how people show up when someone is placed inside a casket but have no desire to visit when they are alive,” he said. His scowl made him look dangerous. Yet, Holly knew too much about him. He was one of the kindest men she’d ever met. “Thanks for the warm welcome,” she droned with a shake of her head.“You have no reason to be here now. I’m sure once your grandma’s will is read, you’ll disappear like you did ten years ago.”She clenched her hands into tight fists. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I have things to do and I have no desire to stand in the middle of downtown Raven working through your bitterness. Have I broken the law?” He took sunglasses from his front pocket and slid them on. Trying to keep me from the windows to your soul, Liam? “Would you like to see my driver’s license? Registration? My letter of apology for breaking your heart?” she said.The corners of his mouth dropped. “Don’t flatter yourself, Holly. You leaving here was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wouldn’t be Chief of Police if you’d stayed. I’d probably be stuck in a rut. You were like poison in my blood.”

FANTASIZE! by Sable Hunter aka Resident Problem Child

Originally posted on 69 Shades of Smut Blog by May 31, 2013 by empetrova

One of my favorite times of the day is the first thirty minutes after I lie down in the bed. Sometimes I can extend it past a half hour, but if I get still, I tend to get sleepy. But those first few minutes when I lay down is my most productive time of the day. Fantasy time. My books emerge from this time, and my sex scenes are born here. And so are my orgasms! I love to fantasize. If you have read my books, you know what my fantasies are. You might not know who I’m fantasizing about. . . . but, that’s okay, I have to have some secrets. We authors put ourselves out for public examination.
Speaking for myself, reading my work is like taking a glimpse into my soul.Let me share some of my favorite fantasies with you:I love to be at home. And having someone here with me to share my days and my work is one of my dearest dreams. I picture a scene where we have just had supper and I’ve cleaned the dishes and he is lying on the couch watching football or a movie. When I’m through, he sits up, pats the couch and invites me to sit close. He then puts his head in my lap so I can rub his hair and his shoulder while he rests. But that’s not where it stops. Cause if he is that close, I’m going to want more. While I give him a little neck and shoulder massage, I will unbutton my shirt. And because I don’t wear underwear, things are a little easier to access. I’ve been stealing kisses on the side of his face and letting my hand wander a little farther down his back, priming him and awakening a hunger.In my dream, he realizes there is something better going on that what’s on TV. He rolls over to face me and opens my shirt and begins to kiss my breasts. Now, I’ll admit this – straight up. I love to be touched, kissed, rubbed, played with. My breasts are so sensitive. I can cum just from this and I have many times. But one of the greatest joys, and my fantasy is – looking down and watching him suck. I want to watch his face as he take pleasure with me. I want him to open his mouth wide and suck hard. The noises of pleasure he makes, the grunts, the groans – the way he kneads my other breast as he sucks, that is the stuff that multiple orgasms are made of.And that’s not all that’s going on – oh, no, I’ve let my hand wander and that belt buckle is loose, the zipper has been tugged down and I have found something to play with. I love to get my hands in his pants and find that he’s rock hard and weeping. I love to mold him and rub him. I want to pump him and caress him. Rubbing my thumb over the tip and finding that dewy pearl of pre-cum is a luscious moment. And the more he sucks on me, the more pleasure I’ll give him. Pumping and fisting – up and down – circular motions, a small pause so I can pay a little attention to his balls.By this time, we’re both past excited. I’m unable to be still. My hips move back and forth in place, and I keep working my pussy, in a wishful-milking-motion. (which is what I’m doing while I fantasize – the movements are like kegel exercises but with inspiration) I can just imagine how he looks (yes, I have someone specific in mind while I fantasize) sucking at my breast, his hips lifting up as he begs for more and more. Sigh. A few minutes of that fantasy and I’m sparkling all over the place.Oh, my goodness!This is one of my ultimate fantasies – I call it the warm up – I wrote it into Finding Dandi. Lucas Dane is a sex therapist and here I have him helping a couple get past their hangups. Look at this:Lucas at Work“I am here to help you, Lana. There is no reason you can’t enjoy your sex life.” Leaning back in his leather chair, he studied the pretty blonde woman sitting in front of him, folding and refolding the hem of her skirt. She was so nervous; there was no need to be.“My husband is getting very put out with me. I love his touch, but it’s a vicious circle. The harder I try to please him, the more frustrated I become. He wants me to have an orgasm, and I just can’t. I’m so afraid he’s going to divorce me.” She began to cry.This was a sad story Lucas had heard too often. Couples would experience one setback, maybe premature ejaculation or a failure to climax. This disappointment would lead to another episode, and soon the expectation to fail would spiral out of control. “Lana, your husband loves you. He told me so. Let’s get him in here, I have some suggestions for you both that I think will help, I promise.”He pressed the call button for his secretary and asked her to send Gary Peters in to join his wife. In a few seconds the tall, sandy-haired male came in, looking extremely uncomfortable. No matter how advanced or progressive society became, people always hesitated to discuss or confess their sexual short-comings. Especially men. “Sit, please.” He motioned toward the other large wing-back chair in front of his desk.
Lucas loved sex – he craved it. Bringing a woman to orgasm was the crowning joy in his life. His chosen field of work was meant to help other people learn the satisfaction and fulfillment that only sexual intimacy can bring.“Hi, Honey,” Lana touched her husband’s hand. He smiled back. Lucas smiled, too. He could help these people.“Okay, I want to set your minds at ease. We can fix this. You two are very fortunate. There is an abundance of love and desire in your relationship, all we have to do is get you to relax and let it happen.”“We try . . .” Lana began, but Lucas held up his hand.“This is what I want you to do tonight.” They both looked at him, anxiously. “I want you to have a relaxing dinner and remind yourself why you fell in love. Laugh together, remember your wedding, or the first time you met. Hold hands on the couch. Gary, give your wife a back rub. Treat one another with respect and flirt a little bit.”“That doesn’t sound too hard, but will it work?” Lana cut her eyes at her husband, as if asking him to back up her concern. Unfortunately, most people wanted him to prescribe a pill for what ailed them instead of admitting that the problem was one that required a change in behavior or attitude.“I’m not finished,” he assured them. “When you get ready to go to bed, I want you to try this – Gary you sit up in the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Spread your legs and let Lana sit in between them with her back against your front.” He knew the more specific his instructions, the more inclined they would be to follow them.“What?” Lana flushed pink and put her hands over her warm cheeks.“It’s okay, Darling,” Gary touched her arm. “We need to try.”“I know, I’m just embarrassed.”“Don’t be,” Lucas sympathized. “This is a common problem, and what I’m asking you to do will work. Gary, Lana’s only role during this exercise is to feel pleasure. And your only role is to give pleasure.” He smiled at the young couple. “Of course, Gary is a man, Lana. Giving you pleasure is going to be a bigger turn-on than anything he has ever experienced.”“God, that sounds good,” Gary groaned and Lana blushed anew.Lucas continued with his directions. “While Lana is relaxing against you, Gary, what I want you to do, is to begin to touch her. Rub her shoulders and arms. Kiss her neck, put your hands on her breasts and massage them. Take her nipples between your fingers and play with them.”“Hell,” Gary groaned. Even Lana leaned forward, hanging on his every word.“Lana, you turn your head and seek his lips. If something feels good, let him know. Whimpers and moans of pleasure, compliments to one another – all of these things will fuel your desire.”“Sounds like it.” Gary agreed.“When Lana is unable to be still in your arms, you’ll know she is aroused. Slip your hand between her legs and massage her vulva. Rub her clit around and around – don’t worry about trying to penetrate her, just focus on making her feel wonderful.” He left it there. If it worked like he thought it would, Lana would be brought to orgasm and beg her husband to make love to her.“We’ll try it now!” Gary stood up and held out his hand. He was anxious to get home, and from the bloom in Lana’s cheeks – she was anxious to join him. Lucas watched them leave, wishing he had someone waiting at home for him. One day, one day he would.Oh, I have other fantasies that I mull over. Being the filling in a cowboy sandwich, up against the wall, and on and on. Fantasizing is healthy. And it sure is an important part of my job. Speaking of jobs – being a romance writer is just about the best career one could ever hope for. I get to dream and create worlds and fantasize and meet wonderful people who enjoy the same things I do.Here’s a another bit from FINDING DANDI. And here’s the link – http://www.amazon.com/Finding-Dandi-Cajun-Style-ebook/dp/B00CDBMJJE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1369963869&sr=1-1&keywords=finding+dandiIf you will comment, and tell me what your fantasy is we can just giggle with each other and I’ll give away two copies of this book to a random commenter.I hope you enjoy it.
FINDING DANDI EXCERPT“I don’t like this; I don’t like it at all.” Dandi had no more than stepped out of the crocodile enclosure than he had nabbed her.“What? I had to put the baby back,” she had been introducing a group of fifth graders to their newest edition to the Gharial family. The endangered species was one Beau was breeding for preserves around the world. “Indy had the parents distracted with some chicken carcasses.”Lucas fumed; his whole body seemed to be expanding with each breath. “How do you think I feel watching you risk life and limb over and over? You are my soft, precious woman and I’d much rather you were at home planning parties or baking cookies where it’s safe.”He did not just say that?!? Dandi wheeled on him and got right in his face. She glanced around to make sure no one noticed, but she could not let this pass. “I have a job. I’m good at my job. I do not take risks. I’m not the society type, and if that’s what you’re looking for, then you might as well look elsewhere.”To hell with that, “I don’t have to look elsewhere. You’re exactly what I need.”Dandi snorted. “I wouldn’t believe that unless I read it on the front pages of the Times Picayune.”“One of these days, you just might.” Lucas wasn’t mad, but he was frustrated. What did he have to do to convince her? She acted like part of her remembered the past. Maybe what they went through was so traumatic to her that it had bruised her soul.Dandi wasn’t through. “I appreciate your concern, but if you think you’re going to keep me at home barefoot and pregnant, then you are in for a surprise!”The fire in her eyes didn’t make him angry, it just turned him on. Yea, he was overreacting, but he couldn’t help it. So far today, he had watched her handle a python about the same size as she was. He had watched her climb on the back of an alligator and hold its snout down while Rick had taped its mouth and now, she had ventured into the enclosure with a pair of man-eating crocodiles who looked big enough to swallow a small car. What she said did give him hope, however. “Barefoot and pregnant? Does that mean you’re considering moving in with me?”Realizing what she had assumed, she blushed. “I don’t recall being asked, and I’m not sure what my answer would be if I were,” she pushed on his big mountain of a body. But he didn’t budge.“You have an open invitation. What did you think I meant when I told you I had created my world for you? I picked that house out for you. I chose the colors of the carpet and the walls and the furniture based on what you had told me you preferred. I changed my will to make you and Lucy beneficiaries. I have lived the life of a damn monk in the hope that I would find you again. Do you know I haven’t had sex since the last time I slept with you?”Dandi was floored. “I had no idea.” How do you respond to something like that? He had prepared a home for her? She knew he had put Lucy in his will, but he had included her also? But both of those things together weren’t as surprising as the fact he had not made love with anyone – he was waiting for her. She gave the only response she could. She threw herself in his arms and wrapped herself so tightly around him he couldn’t breathe. “You don’t have to wait any longer. I’m ready. Love me.”
CHAPTER FOURTEENLucas twirled her around. “It’s about damn time,” he snarled, playfully. “I do love you, and I’d be more than happy to illustrate that concept when we can sneak away to somewhere private.”“I’m through for the day; let’s go to the tree house.” She grabbed his hand and started pulling.
“You don’t have to work so hard, I’m very willing,” he laughed, picking up his pace to keep up with her.“Sorry, I’m nervous, but you’ll help me.”Her confidence touched him. “Help you? Baby, I’d turn the world upside down for you.” Beau’s wildlife compound was filled with people, and she wound in between them, leading him just like she had through the crowd at Tonga. That seemed like a lifetime ago, and their circumstances had completely changed. Yet Lucas knew this was meant to be – there wasn’t a shadow of doubt in his mind. Their destinies were intertwined. When he considered the way they met – the way she came back into his life – none of it was by chance. Someone, somewhere was looking out for them.He paid no attention to the scenery, the calls of the wild birds did not draw his gaze, when an acquaintance called his name he did not even acknowledge them. His entire being was zeroed in on this small woman who not only led him by the hand, but also with an invisible string she had tied around his heart.They left the compound proper and started down a narrow path toward the bayou. He wondered if they were headed the right way, until he saw the house peeping through the trees. “Christ!” LeBlanc had built an amazing structure. It seemed to be a natural part of the landscape. The house looked like it had taken root and grown in the bayou. Made of cypress, it was constructed high on stilts, hugging the massive trees with decks and stairways and docks that meandered around the trees and down to the water. “I can’t wait to see the inside. Especially the bed.”“We’re using the guestroom; it’s where I stay when I come over. I think it’s better than the master bedroom.”“Does Beau have any resident reptiles that I need to know about?”“No, it’s safe, but you don’t have to worry. I’ll protect you,” she teased. He swatted her playfully on the butt, and thanked God for all one hundred ten pounds of her. They walked up the stairs and onto the front gallery, she unlocked the door but they didn’t go in. Instead they stood for a few moments and took in the bayou, the dark green waters that moved lazily by. Cranes swooped in and fish jumped. The view was out of this world. “There’s nothing more beautiful than the swamp. Some people are afraid of it, but I find it to be a sanctuary.”Lucas drew her back against him. “I want to be your sanctuary. Make love with me.” He picked her up and she directed him to their hideaway. Dandi’s room was something out of a fantasy. “Did you design this?”“Yes, I stayed here with Beau when I first came back, before he built my little apartment.” A queen size canopy bed stood in the center of a room done all in white. It looked to be constructed of mahogany and was covered with silken drapes that created a private haven for them. “I’m scared,” she confessed, cupping the side of his dear face. “I’m going to disappoint you.”“Let me tell you something,” he placed her on the bed and sat down beside her, pushing her hair over her shoulders, caressing the skin of her neck. “We’ve had this conversation before, but I will tell you again. Your pleasure is my responsibility and when you receive pleasure, so do I. So, all I ask is that you place yourself in my hands and let me love on you.”Her answer was to unbutton her shirt. “This feels like my first time.”“It will be better than our first time, I promise you.” Slowly, he began to undress her, skimming her jeans down her curvaceous legs. Nothing would do but that he had to stop and pay homage to the silken skin on the back of her knees. He held her leg up and kissed the curve of her calf and licked the tiny beauty mark next to her knee. “I’ve missed you, so.” His body was throbbing; it had been so damn long.“I think I’ve missed you, too. Sometimes in the night, I would reach out for someone – I didn’t know who, but I was always disappointed that you weren’t there.”“Sit up; let me get this shirt off.” He peeled away the layers, unfastening her bra. Hot Damn! “You’re bigger.” He feasted his eyes on her delectable tits. “Did you breast-feed?” The reality of what he had missed hit him.Dandi tried to cover herself with her hands, but he was right, she was bigger. “Yes, I have stretch marks.”“I don’t care, you’re perfect.” He pushed her hands away, “I want to see all of you. Any evidence that you have borne my child would be precious to me.” The tight peaks of her nipples made his mouth water.As he eased down next to her, she cuddled into him. God, he smelled good – all woodsy and male. She splayed her fingers across his chest, letting her fingertips dance over the hard planes and the smattering of soft hair around his nipples. “You are so sexy.”“Ha!” he laughed, “I’m glad you think so.”Dandi felt emboldened. “You are,” she laid her head on his chest, loving the steady beating of his heart. Could this man belong to her? The thought made her shiver, and when she did, he cradled her closer. Wanting to touch him, she let her fingers dance over his abdomen as she draped one of her thighs over his, showing him, without words, her willingness to be vulnerable to him.“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” His voice had dropped an octave, husky with emotion and need.Looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye, she admitted. “Not really, I’m sorta winging it.”“I am yours, I always have been.” The look in his face, the love in his voice – it was her undoing. He caressed her arm, seeming to wait for some type of a signal from her.“It seems impossible,” but she wanted it to be true. Her body quivered, waiting for his touch. Her clit pulsed and cream began to gather in her throbbing pussy as her body made itself ready for him. Years had come and gone since she had known his touch, but now her whole being clamored to be possessed by his – to remember.“We’ll go slow, and you can tell me when something feels good.” Dandi held on to his shoulders as he kissed her collarbone. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as his tongue traced the underside of her breast. “Velvet, you are soft as velvet,” he whispered sweet words that made her quiver. When his warm mouth enclosed her nipple and began to suck, she whimpered a moan of gratitude. She pushed the curtain of blonde hair back from his face so she could watch him suckle hungrily at her flesh. Seeing the ecstasy on his face was almost as erotic as the pleasure he was giving her.Dandi caressed his head, working her fingers through his hair as he made his tantalizing journey from one nipple to the next. “This feels amazing,” her whole body was in tune with every pull of his lips, her pussy was opening and closing, her hips were dipping into the mattress as she simulated the movements they would make if he were making love to her. Lucas plumped her breasts, pushing them together, molding them, rubbing one nipple as he sucked the other. She tried to isolate each gift he gave her – the deep draws, the nips, swirling his tongue round and around her areola – all of it was so good it made her body weep. She was more than ready to be taken.As his lips left her breasts to feather their way up to her collarbone, he talked to her. His words were as satisfying as his loving. “You’ll never know how much I’ve longed for you. I don’t regret one day I’ve waited for you; there is no one in this world that I love as much as you. If I had to wait an eternity for you, it would have been worth it.” It began to dawn on Dandi exactly what their relationship was – it was serious. Lucas wasn’t playing with her, he was devoted to her.“Lucas, I didn’t realize. I didn’t understand.” She would have continued her explanation, but what he was doing didn’t allow for something so mundane as thinking. He settled between her thighs and began slide his lips down from her breasts, past her belly button, and Dandi began to pant as she saw where he was headed. Her whole body seemed to sing with anticipation.“Do you want this? Do you want me to kiss your pussy?” His hand caressed her body, wandering from her waist to her breast – playing with her nipple as he licked and nipped on her lower abdomen – just hinting at the joy to come.“Yes, I want it – I want you.” She lifted her hips, trying to get him to move faster, but he took his time, licking the top of her thigh – staying just inches away from where she needed him most. Dandi was panting, her clit was throbbing and she was afraid she might cum before she ever got to feel the heaven of him kissing her pussy. “Lucas, please!”One lick – one touch – one lap – that was all it would take and she would explode in a firestorm of bliss. “Watch me, Dandi. Watch me love you. Look into my eyes, let me see everything you’re feeling.” Soft kisses, tiny licks – he teased her, staying just above her wet slit. His warm breath provided a little relief, but not enough. She shuddered, she writhed, she strained to open as wide for him as possible. His fingers gently soothed over her mons, appreciating the bare flesh she had prepared for him in hopes he would do exactly what he was doing.At last. Lucas took his fingers and opened her up, as if for his delectation. He groaned. “You are so beautiful, so soft and pink. I love that you’re swollen and wet. That means you want me. Don’t you?”“Yes, damn you!” She ran her fingers through his hair, which hung like a silken curtain across her thighs.
He smiled; he had her right where he wanted her – on the edge. Pushing one finger into her tender little hole, he gloried when she bucked off the bed. Splaying his hand over her middle, he held her down and gave her what they both needed. Lucas began to kiss and lick, pressing his tongue inside of her, mimicking the movements his cock was demanding. Sliding upward, he tickled her clit, tonguing the little nubbin until Dandi was thrashing her head, the tension in her body rising to a crisis level. Cream began to flow from her body and he lapped it up. She sobbed and begged, “Lucas, my God, please, please!”With all the skill he possessed, he ate at her pussy, sucking her clit, worshiping her in the most intimate way a man can. Dandi wailed as her climax came, she arched her back almost double, but Lucas held her down and continued to lave and suck, ensuring that she rode the crest of ecstasy just as long as possible. When it was over, he kissed her tenderly all along the crease of her thighs, all along the faint mark of her C-section, bringing her down until she was a sated and soft armful for him to hold.He moved up and lay down beside her, stroking her waist and pressing soft kisses on her face. “Does any of that bring back memories?”She wished she could tell him that it did, but she couldn’t. Instead, she offered him something better. “You’re making me love you. I tried to hold out because I wanted to recall the old feelings, but I don’t have to, what I feel now is just as powerful and just as good.”“I agree,” he collared her neck; she knew he could feel her heartbeat under his palm.When he kissed her deeply, Dandi could taste herself on his lips and tongue and excitement began to build again. Feeling between them, she stroked his hot, huge cock through his pants. “Can I see you, now?”“Yes, but I have to be honest. If I don’t get inside of you soon, it’ll all be over with.” Lucas was desperate to cum inside of her. He had been waiting too long. Quickly, he shed his pants and underwear and lay back for her to look her fill.Dandi sat up and stared at him in wonder. With a gentle tentative touch, she grazed his steel-hard shaft with her fingers, even skating down to cup and weigh his balls. When he shut his eyes and moaned, she smiled. His response to her made her feel powerful. That she could cause this magnificent man to shudder was a dream come true. “You are impressive,” she admitted as she stroked him, passing her thumb over the leaking tip end. “I know this all fits inside of me, but I don’t see how.”“I’ll be glad to show you.” Knowing he couldn’t wait any longer, he pulled her down and drank from her lips, working her breast in his palm.
Dandi was ready; she wanted to know what it was like to take him inside of her body. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and hooked a leg over his waist, trying to rub her pussy on his cock.“Are you still on the pill?”“Just got back on it last week.”He snorted. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”“You do that. It is.”“So, I don’t have to wear a condom?”“No, no, I want to feel you – all of you.”“Damn, yes,” he rose over her and she ate him up with her eyes, he was larger than life and all hers. Hooking her knees over his arms, he opened her up and pulled her to him. Dandi was trembling with need, she couldn’t take her eyes off his face and the love she could see shining in his eyes was the icing on the cake for her. When she felt the head of his cock probe at the gate of her pussy, she lifted her ass and tried to impale herself.
“Easy, baby, easy,” Lucas had to maintain control; he was just too near to exploding. Pushing into her, he flexed his hips, working his way into her tight channel. Merciful Heaven! It was like nothing he had ever felt. Maybe it was the endless longing, the months of aching, the nights of dreaming of this moment – but as he slid his cock into her wet heat, Lucas gasped. “God, you are so tight, so lush.”Dandi whimpered. “It’s so good.”Good was an understatement, it was heaven. Trying to make the rapture last as long as possible, he rocked his hips with a gentle thrusting motion. Beneath him, Dandi wasn’t still, she met his thrusts, her sheath holding his cock tightly as a glove.Lucas’s cock was unbelievably thick and there was no part of her that was not caressed and rubbed. She had no idea she could feel so full, or that full could be so wonderful. With every push into her, he tilted his pelvis and the friction was out of this world. She held on to his forearms, her nails raking into his skin. “Harder, baby!” she begged. “Give it to me harder!”Lucas pushed her legs back against her body – opening her up even farther. Angling his hips, he searched for that one spot guaranteed to make her scream. Pulling all the way out, he slid back in – again and again – hammering into her until she clamped down on him, keening her pleasure as her control shattered and a zillion points of light flashed through her mind and body. “LUCAS!!”Holding her sweet ass, he didn’t let up, but continued to pound until he came, his whole body vibrating with pure ecstasy. His cock pulsed with her, but still he ground his hips against her loving the way his cum shot out of his cock and bathed her in his seed.
Dandi kept cumming, she couldn’t stop, the aftershocks persistent and powerful. All she could do was hold on to him and enjoy. A sense of complete bliss and awe washed over her. “Hold me,” she requested.“Gladly,” he rolled onto his back and took her with him. “Are you all right?”“Better,” was all she had the strength to say.He’d take that. It was a damn good start.

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Gives Me The WigglesThere are a lot of good looking men in this world who give me the wiggles, in a good way. But there is one thing that will set me off in a shiver of absolute dread – and that is snakes. I thought about that this morning when I went outside to check the mail box. I stepped off my front porch and walked a few steps, when I heard a rustle. I looked back and nearly died! I had stepped over a huge snake, a water moccasin, at least 5 foot long, which means he is my size! He didn’t do anything but slither on off, but I swear he was as big around as my arm. At some times of the year they can be very aggressive, so I was very lucky.I have seen moccasins try to get in the boat with you and crawl up on the bank after you, this occurs during mating season, mostly. They are very dangerous and very poisonous. My dad was very scared of snakes and once he came in and told us he had run over one as big as a tire. Well, I knew he had to be exaggerating, but a friend and I went down into the pasture and sure enough, we found a big snake and killed him. You might think this is cruel, but we had baby calves who would have died from a bite. But however big it was, it wasn’t tire size. However, my uncle was bush-hogging a little later and ran over something, it was big enough to jar his tractor. So, he got off to see what it was – and sure enough it was a granddaddy snake – huge, massive – very deadly. He had killed it with the blade.Our area was known for those snakes. My grandfather used to tell me that a traveling carnival came to town one year and there was a man who claimed he could charm snakes. He even issued a challenge for anyone to bring any snake to him and he would charm it. Some mean boys in town brought him a big moccasin and the man tried, but the snake bit him and he died. I also have a neighbor who pulled back her covers to get in bed one day – and there one was – not a moccasin, but a black snake. It wouldn’t have to be poisonous to kill me. If I found one in my bed, that would be the last time I slept there. Another lady told me she had one in her house, she had spotted it lying over the fireplace mantel, all stretched out. At first, she didn’t know what it was. She stared at it until it moved and then she screamed and went to get her husband. When they returned, it was gone. Later that night, she heard it in the kitchen cabinets, moving from one shelve to the next. He got it that time.When my Mom was younger, she and her cousins would go swim down in the pond. There was a narrow trail that led to the water, closed in tight by thick bushes on either side. Uncle Clarence led the way, guiding the other six or seven kids to the lake. To his surprise, a snake met him in the path and instead of turning away and crawling into the bushes, it reared up on its tail and looked Clarence in the eye and he, not knowing what to do, began to punch at it. As he would punch, the snake would dodge – left – right – left – right. Clarence never landed a blow, but he did assert his dominance and the snake finally gave up and slithered away.I’m telling you all this to tell you a funny story. Last year, I had decided I was going to send a photo of myself to a friend. It was going to be a sexy pose on the bed, and I undressed for the role. I set up my tripod and got myself all ready. I was nervous. I wasn’t used to trying to be a centerfold model. So, I decided to go to the bathroom before setting the timer on the camera and posing. This was at our deer camp, so the bathroom wasn’t big. I got in there and sat down and felt something watching me. I looked over on the vanity and there was this huge snake just staring at me. I didn’t stay on the pot, but I did pee. I literally levitated from where I was at and sailed from the room. I jerked on a robe and called my uncle who came later and found the crack in the floor where the monster got in and he also found a couple more snakes and got rid of them for me. Obviously, the sexy picture waited until another day, but I did get it taken and dispatched it to the proper party. Ha! – That’s another story.In my part of the world snake stories have a life of their own. Everybody has one or two or more. There are always photos in the paper of men holding up rattle snakes, longer than they are. It reminds me of a cartoon, I always enjoyed. It showed a bored man, standing by his wife. The wife’s hair is standing straight up. They are surrounded by houseplants. And the caption reads, “Well, when you live in a jungle, you have to expect snakes.” And I do, I live in the swamp and snakes live here too. That’s one reason I have cats, the more cats you have, the less snakes you have. But I wouldn’t want any of them to tangle with the big one that I stepped over this morning.I have written about snakes a couple of times – in Cowboy Heat and TROUBLE. Here’s a good scene from TROUBLE.
Kyler Landon smoothed the supple leather with a large, roughened hand. The saddle was almost completed. This particular saddle would go to the Houston Livestock Rodeo and be presented to the current World Champion cowboy. It was solitary work, but work he enjoyed. Tooling patterns on the leather was his favorite thing, this one had a vine pattern, and the brand of the cowboy’s ranch figured prominently in the design. Letting his mind wander, he found himself caressing the leather, remembering the last time he touched the velvety skin of a woman. Stop! He tried to turn his mind away from sex. He tortured himself night after night with images of a soft, sweet woman who would welcome him between her thighs. He wanted a woman who would let him love her as much and as often as he wanted. A woman that would enjoy his loving as much as he enjoyed loving her.It had been a long time, too damn long. Dallying with the local girls could get you into a whole passel of trouble—especially a man in his position.The sound of a vehicle stopping at his front gate pulled him from his sensual reverie. He imagined it was the mysterious little black car from down the road, but he knew better. This was a bigger engine. Sometimes, when he was working out in the front yard, that car would go by and slow down to a crawl. The windows were tinted completely black, a great deal darker than was legal, he knew. So, he was at a disadvantage. He couldn’t see who was behind the wheel, but whoever it was could sure the hell see him. And they had looked, long and hard. He could actually, physically, feel their gaze on his skin.Hell, he had even fantasized about who was driving that sexy little car. Once, when he had been working on the front fence without a shirt, the driver had actually run off the road. That fact had made him smile. Whoever it was, he was getting to them. As his luck ran, however, the driver was probably a woman in her seventies or a man in his forties. But one could dream.He sat there too long, dreaming. He heard the vehicle leave. Rising from his chair, he made his way out of the Saddlery shop and across the yard to the main house. A package sat by the front door. ‘Must have been UPS,’ he thought. Good! He had been waiting on some custom silver belt buckles for a special order. Taking the six front steps in two leaps, he grabbed the package from the floor, opened the door, and let himself in.Laying the cardboard box on the coffee table, he grabbed a beer and headed back to the yard. The belt buckles would have to wait. One of these days, a cold front would head this way and he would want to put a fire in the fireplace, so wood needed to be split. He opened his mouth to call the dogs, but then remembered he had taken them to the vet for their annual check-up and shots.Today, it would just be him. Alone again. Going to the side of the house, he retrieved his axe. Chopping wood would go a long way to working off some of his sexual frustration. Maybe. Hell, it was worth a try. The wood was piled out front near the gate, a mix of red oak and hickory, as good for barbeque as it was for heat. He swigged the beer, and then set the bottle up on top of a fence post. Ky had employees who could have done this work for him, but he like to keep in shape and there was nothing better than real physical labor to put on layers of muscle—it beat the crap out of a gym, any day.It didn’t take long for him to find his rhythm and even a shorter time for him to get hot and decide to shed his shirt. As he worked, he reviewed his plans for the next few days. Tomorrow was his day to put time in at his animal shelter, Saturday was Angel Pantry day and not a woman in sight for the best date night of the week. Shit!
Cooper drove slowly by the Landon place. Ah, sweet Lord! There he was. And the fact she had been a good girl was paying off in spades. The powers-that-be had seen fit to reward her by letting the sun beat down hot enough to cause Gorgeous to shed his shirt. She slowed to a crawl. Sometimes, he would stop working and watch her drive by. Today, he appeared too busy to notice. A movement at the side of the woodpile caught her eye. What in the world? Cooper was alarmed to see a huge snake crawling out of the stacked logs. The vibrations of the axe on the wood had obviously disturbed it. This couldn’t be good.Cooper pulled over and stopped. Trying to be as quite as possible, she opened the car door but did not shut it. The snake was right behind her neighbor and she was afraid to call out, for fear, any sudden movement on his part would cause the snake to strike. The rhythmic movement of the man and the axe had the snake, seemingly, hypnotized.She walked as silently as she could, until she was at the fence, right behind the snake. He was coiled and ready to strike. Cooper knew snakes, having grown up on in the deserts of southwest Texas. She quickly recognized that either the rattler had somehow lost his rattles in an accident, or someone had intentionally caught it and removed them for a hat decoration or whatever.It was now or never. Putting aside her normal reservations about being so close to a man, she decided his safety was more important than her own. Climbing slowly up on the fence, she spoke softly. “Don’t move, Mr. Landon. Don’t move a muscle.” The snake was huge! Coiled up, it was hard to judge, but it could easily top five feet.The beautifully muscled man slowed his movements, until he was still. “Is this a hold-up?” He asked the question softly, with a touch of humor in his voice.“No, but there is a major-sized rattlesnake right behind you, and it’s getting ready to strike.”Ky froze. He didn’t know which he was more concerned about, the idea of a dangerous reptile or the intriguing female voice that made him want to risk turning his head to look and see if the rest of her matched the incredible, husky, little voice.“Just listen to me. As you know, snakes can’t hear, but they can feel vibrations. I am going to jump off this fence. Hopefully, it will turn on me. When I scream ‘now’, you turn around and whack him with your axe. Please.” She did not hesitate—there wasn’t time.She jumped. The snake whirled around and immediately struck out at her. “Now!” She dodged backwards for all she was worth, slamming her body into a fencepost. The snake’s deadly fangs grazed her thigh, but from the look of things, distance and the thickness of her jeans saved her from a direct hit. Ky did his part and the snake’s head parted company with its body.Cooper tried to get up, but the post she had run into had obviously knocked the wind out of her.“Good Lord!” Ky. Landon looked from the snake to her. “Did he get you?” At her slight negative nod, he quickly picked her up. “Let’s get you in the house and make sure.”Cooper struggled. “No. No. I’m all right. I can walk, I’m too heavy for you to try and carry.”“I think I can bear up under your tremendous weight.” Ky looked down at his slight burden. He would have smiled at her consternation, if the situation hadn’t been so serious. Heavens! She was lovely. All he could think of were the words to one of his favorite Elvis songs, ‘Well hello, T-R-O-U-B-L-E.’ Thank God, for trouble.And here is the link for T-R-O-U-B-L-EThanks for reading,SableJamarla. (2013, May 29). Sable Hunter Guest Post - Gives Me the Wiggles. Retrieved from http://readingbythebook.com/2013/05/sable-hunter/ 
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FOUR LETTER WORDS!!!

I am in the process of revamping my Hell Yeah! books and releasing them as mainstream. I’m not doing away with the erotic romance versions and I will write more of them, but I want the books to be available to more people.  And some folks just won’t read a book with a lot of four letter words and explicit sex. So, I’m trying to cover all the bases. I feel the stories are strong enough , the plot thick enough and the characters complex enough to withstand the toning down of the hot stuff. Whew! 

While we were going through Cowboy Heat and Hot On Her Trail and damping down the flames, it hit me – who determines when a word is an ‘ugly’ word. I have heard about profanity and curse words and ugly words all of my life and I just wondered  - who decided if a word was inappropriate or not. Who are the ugly word police? Was it invented to be an ugly word? Did someone just say one day, “I need to really insult that man, what can I say?” And if the word was coined, wouldn’t it lose some of its umph if you had to explain it. “Yea, I just called you an asshole! Haha, well, maybe that one is self-explanatory.

I do know that words have evolved over time. The word ‘grass’ sure has taken on a new meaning in the last few decades, it now means more than the covering of your lawn. ‘Gay’ is another word that has gone through transitions. Gay used to mean that you were happy. Now, it may still mean that you are happy, but you are also fond of the same sex – romantically speaking. I know two people who were named Gay  - their first name. One of them died early, but the other one had her name legally changed. She just didn’t want to be known as ‘Gay’. What was so sad was that her twin’s name was Kay. Gay and Kay became Gladys and Kay – not the same.

So, I decided to take a few words and try to determine how they became – SHOCKING! The first one that comes to mind, obviously is the F word. I daren’t even type it out. Jess used the slang word DAFUQ the other day and I had one blogger ask me if it was misspelled! WATDAFUQ? Obvious to me. But let’s put on our thinking caps and find out. Hmmmm. Here is what I found. There are two original words which they think our word came from.  Both are Germanic – one is fokken, which means ‘to breed’ and pfluog which meant ‘to plow’. Somehow they got slanged around until it is now a word that can be used to insult or demean. Of course, we erotic romance writers use It as a word of heated desire or an exclamation of disgust. There used to be a story about its origination that I liked better, but it has fell out of popularity. The old story was that during the days of the Black Death where social interaction was to be kept at a minimum, you had to get permission to get pregnant. The King had issued a proclamation that was to be nailed to their door that proclaimed the couple was 


Fornicating Under the Consent of the King. I like that version better.   
 
Another word I’d like to analyze is the slang word for manure. My mom had an uppity accent and she told me to get my tail out of the house and clean the horse MANURE off of my shoes, I did as she said. But who came up with Sh*t? Well, let’s see. The German word was schite and it meant to separate oneself, thus when you eliminated your waste, you were separating it from yourself.  We now use it to mean everything from trouble to MANURE to an explanation of surprise. There’s a funny explanation story attached to this one to, it was supposedly coined by the shipping industry when they determined that transporting fertilizer or cow patties or whatever could be dangerous if it were to be shipped low in the vessel where it could become wet or overheat – and KABOOM! So they would instruct them


 to Store High In Transit. My Goodness!

Two more words and I’ll hush – I promise. They are words I use often and my readers expect. Cock and Pussy. Well, this is just amazing. Obviously both are animals. My research let me to the realization that strutting roosters was one analogy and the other was a little more complex – when one was making beer, they would turn the ‘cock’ up and drain out the beer. I guess men are still draining out the beer – through the little spout in their britches – that was bad. 

Now, on to pussy. The Germans had another word, puse, which meant pouch. There was also a French word pucelle that meant virgin and a really odd one pusillaniomous which meant ‘a tiny spirit without courage’. My Word! Well, you can see how these might have got mish-mashed around to finally evolve into pussy, but its not easy an easy transiton.

I did reach some conclusions. First, most of the words that make us blush are just jumbled up monikers of old words that actually meant something else. People can get insulted from strange things. Most nationalities have words that they consider to be an insult. Words are words and can be used to build up or tear down. The old saying that sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me is not necessarily true. People get excited over words. Women don’t like to be called fat and if my uncle calls me a liberal again in that snide little voice, I’m going to whack him one. The second conclusion I reached was that we need to watch out for those Germans, they’re the ones that are talking ugly! 

So, when I was trying to make COWBOY HEAT acceptable to the masses, I had to take out some four letter words, I had to smooth out some thrusting and eliminate some pumping and quit blowing a lot of thing – haha. 

Here’s the much talked about Stock Tank Scene cleaned up, spiffed up and ready for Main Street. What do you think? Did I go far enough?



EXCERPT FROM COWBOY HEAT – the SWEETER VERSION – the NOT EROTIC VERSION 

Libby walked up to the stock tank, trailing her hand in the cool, clear water. The glow from the security light was bright enough that he could see her quite clearly. The night was still enough that he could hear her sigh. She held the towel together over her breasts; her legs were long, sleek and bare. Moonlight gave the pale skin of her body an iridescent quality. She could have been a wood nymph come out to play. Aron was totally enchanted. How he had walked away from this sweet thing was one of life’s great mysteries. Midnight dark hair hung to her waist in thick, spiral curls. For a few tense minutes, Aron forgot to breathe.

The towel dropped.

Aron groaned.

Underneath that towel was nothing but beautiful, smooth, creamy skin. God in heaven, she was nude! Gloriously, magnificently nude! How long had it been since he had seen a naked woman outside of the pages of a magazine? Too long. Way, too damn long. And no woman he had ever been with had looked like this one. The clothes she had dressed herself in ought to be taken out back and burned. They were a sacrilege to nature. Nothing should ever hide those luscious hills and valleys from his hungry eyes.

Libby still had her back to him. It appeared she was trying to figure out how to climb into the tank. There was a ladder about twenty feet to the left of her, but if he called out that information he would give himself away and she would vanish from his sight like a frightened fairy. She placed her hands on the rim of the tank and tried to pull her little self up and over. Partially successful, she managed to get her incredible tush elevated so he could see a sweet little vee and past that – paradise.

Aron couldn’t help but smile as he listened to her little grunts as she exerted herself. She wasn’t very strong and soon she dropped back to the ground with a disappointed huff. He rubbed his palms on his denim-covered knees, aching to rub them over the tempting curve of her bottom.

“Turn around, Baby. Turn around.” At that moment, he would have gladly given his share of Tebow to see her breasts. “Turn around, Sweetheart, lest I die,” he whispered.

The Lord giveth...blessed be the name of the Lord. Libby turned and bent to pick up the towel. Twin globes of perfection hung down like the most delicious fruit. Sweet Jesus! Honey-dews! Aron licked his lips, imagining how it would feel to claim those beauties, massaging them until she arched her back in ecstasy. He opened his mouth, slightly, as if in anticipation of fitting his lips over those incredible swollen tips. He was in lust! Deep, intense, nerve shattering lust! Aron had never been privileged to suckle on nipples as large as hers. Sabrina’s nipples had been stingy, just like the rest of her. But Libby had nipples that were pink and puffy, just begging to be kissed.

For a long, sorry moment, Aron thought she was about to give up and leave. Instead, she slung the towel over her shoulder and turned sideways, apparently ready to walk around the tank in search of a way to enter for a swim. From this angle, he could appreciate the shape and size of her breasts. His palms itched to cup them. They were full and round. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to make them disappear beneath his palms, but he longed to rub on them like Aladdin’s lamp. He wouldn’t need another wish granted…touching her would be reward enough. Never before had he faced the possibility of erupting like a geyser without a single touch from his own hand or anyone else’s. Unzipping his fly, Aron sought to gain some relief. 

There was no way in hell that he was going to be able to stay away from her. She was the most tempting, succulent goddess he had ever been privileged to pay homage to. Walking around the tank, he heard her satisfied little exclamation when she finally found the ladder. In just seconds, she was up and over and the splash made him shiver. How he longed to cover her body like those warm, lucky waters.

Smiling, he watched her frolic in the water. Right by herself, she laughed and played. Aron wondered if she was lonely. Surprisingly, he wanted to know. Seeing her enjoy these few, stolen moments after the difficult day she had endured, tugged at places in his heart that he had thought were out of commission. Unable to resist, he placed one hand on the windowsill and the other on himself and began stroking. Aron rested his chin on his forearm, captivated by her beauty and charm.

Then the game changed. Completely.

Libby began to touch herself. 

Hypnotized, his mouth fell open as he gazed at her in rapt admiration. He watched her lean back on the rim and raise her body in a float. Aron had to bite his lip to keep from moaning when she cupped her own breasts and began to caress the tender mounds. Mesmerized, he watched her shape them and coax them into bountiful little mountains of gorgeous female flesh. When she began to pull on her nipples, stretching them out and milking them between her fingers, his hips bucked, begging to be allowed to join in the party. It wasn’t just a few half-hearted tugs. Libby seemed to relish the attention she gave herself. Apparently, she had spent a great deal of time practicing this particular skill, and God, if Aron had been called upon to judge her performance, he would have given her a perfect 10.

Aron was holding himself firmer now, getting more and more excited by the second, and Libby’s sensual little performance had him racing toward the finish line. God, it was good! He imagined joining her in the warm water, slipping up close and covering one of those luscious nipples with his eager lips. God, he would love to devour her like a starving man presented with a T-bone steak. Damn!

Aron’s breath hung in his throat when he watched one hand slip down past her waist to the dark little patch of curls. Her fingers curled and dipped, rhythmically working on her sweet spot. She thrashed in the water, trying to stay afloat, even while her legs and hips pumped in absolute abandon. Aron’s hand kept up with her erotic dance, his own level of excitement reaching plateaus that he had rarely ever scaled.

Then, the world stopped turning. Aron knew that if he died at that moment, he would have no regrets. Libby’s enjoyment sent him roaring off the cliff, flying apart in ecstasy. Never had he climaxed with such a violent explosive force. His eyes never left her, his ears were attuned to every word she screamed. And if he lived to be a hundred, he would never forget the sound of her husky little voice. For as Libby Fontaine brought herself to a glorious completion, it was his name she had shouted. “Aron! Aron! Oh, God, Aron, I want you so much!”

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“Do you remember that innocent kiss from yesterday?” He drove into the parking lot of the inauspicious restaurant and slowed to a stop. Not waiting for an answer, he asked another question. “I didn’t get to keep you in my arms for very long. But the amount of time I had you there was heaven.” Their eyes were locked, she watched him as closely as a frightened deer. He could tell she was listening intently. “Do you remember how it felt to be in my arms a few minutes ago, when you ran to me for protection?” The expression on her face wasn’t hard to read – it was longing – pure and simple. “I do, sugar. And I’ll be honest with you. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before.I want you, Harley Montoya. I want you every way that a man can want a woman.”

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Guest Post from Author Indigo Sin

http://indigosin.wix.com/indigosinI’d like to thank Sable for letting me take over her blog today! It’s an honor to be in the company of such an amazing author.  I actually had a slight fan girl moment when I was asked, but managed to maintain my cool pretty well.
I guess I’ll start by telling you a little about myself!  I’m an author of erotica, living in the Midwest, with my husband and three kids, well away from civilization, on a farm.  Not very exciting, but it works for me!  I’m a new author with Horny Devil Publishing, and I love every second of it.  I wasn’t always a writer, though.  After my father passed away, I was devastated.  I looked for a way to escape, and joined a writing group to take my mind off of things.  My writing was mostly just for fun at first, but as I got more involved, I realized that my time spent tapping away at the keys helped me to come to terms with things. I found that putting a story together involves a lot more work than I had known, but after some encouragement from a friend, I wrote my first erotic short story, Tennessee Heat.  I submitted it for publishing, and was shocked when it was accepted.  Since then, I’ve published four more stories, all with the same publishing company.


Sex With the Boss’ son, and What the Boss Wants, are books one and two of my Horny Housekeeper’s Series.  Both are sure to get your motor running with their deliciously sexy interludes involving some lusty housekeepers, who receive some very special…perks from their employers. Each scene is steamier than the last!


The Passion Series, starts out with Hindered, where you meet Hadley and Colton, childhood acquaintances who find themselves in a desperate situation while on a bus to Washington.  Colton has some secrets, however, that will threaten to destroy any chance he has at happiness.  Broken comes next in the series.  In Broken, Colton is put in a very difficult position, and…well you’ll have to read to see what happens. 

Redeemed, part three, is due to release at the end of June, so keep your eye out for that one!


You can learn more about me and my books by visiting my various sites:

Website: http://indigosin.wix.com/indigosin
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Blog: http://indigosin.wordpress.com/

Well, enough about me, I want to hear about you! I have two Indigo Sin magnets up for grabs.  All you have to do is tell me your favorite place to read and two random commenters will be chosen to win! 
Thank you all for stopping by! 

Author Musings and Poetry Interview

Mimi:  As a sometime blogger who basically posts my own short stories, poems, and essays/articles, plus the occasional author interviews, I can count on one hand my few very defining moments and this is one of them. An interview with erotic romance author Sable Hunter.Where do I start? Sable is one of the few authors who writes in three subgenres of erotic romance: western, contemporary, and paranormal.Mona:  Also, Sable Hunter has written, as far as I’m aware, around twenty-one books and, if you’re interested in knowing this, she has received over 500 reviews of those books. As you can see, she’s not new at writing…or at being interviewed.Mimi:  So, what the heck do we ask someone who’s been interviewed as many times as a celebrity? I definitely have a couple of questions based on what I know about Sable. The others are those I ask just out of curiosity. So, let me introduce you to Sable Hunter.Mimi:  Hi, Sable. Hope your Monday is going better than Sunday. In case anyone wonders what I mean, her computer went tits up on her yesterday.You know, many people are probably smiling knowing you are on my blog today. Can you tell us a little bit about your current passion? What is your latest book and where can our readers go to buy it? Sable:  Thank you, Mimi and Mona. It is a pleasure to be with you. I stopped short when you asked me my current passion, I could give you his name – but, I won’t. Ha!I love to write. It consumes me.
The marketing is necessary, but I delegate that out as much as possible.
I love to talk to other authors and their readers. I have met some of the dearest friends in my life in this manner, and our paths would never have crossed any other way.
My latest book is FINDING DANDI and you can find it on Amazon. Here is the link, if you’d like to look.http://www.amazon.com/Finding-Dandi-Cajun-Style-ebook/dp/B00CDBMJJE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1368975273&sr=1-1&keywords=finding+dandiMona:  Before we go any further, did you have something you want to tell us about Jess Hunter?Sable:  Jess is my heart. We are close. We are not only siblings, we are best friends. He is smart, way smarter than me. And he’s deep and philosophical and grounded and sometimes when he talks to me, he makes my head hurt (ha!) because he sees the world so much differently than I do.Jess is talented in many ways. He is articulate, in person and on paper. I knew he would either be a lawyer, a politician, an actor or a writer. And I’m grateful he decided to be a writer, because the possibilities are endless for him. Jess, like me, is not a 9 to 5 person. We are night owls and our internal clocks don’t function like everyone else. Maybe it’s the New Orleans nightlife, I don’t know.  He loves to work out and he loves video games and superheroes, which all sounds youthful – but he approaches those things with discipline and an insight into how they can make him even a better person. Jess is very considerate of me. No matter where he is, he calls me at 10 pm, because he knows I worry. And he manages me, he edits my work and he keeps me straight – which is no easy task.Mimi:  Sable, one of the things that people love about you on Facebook is that you are not like many authors who don’t give people with less than 10 friends or followers the time of day. You always seem to reply regularly. How do you stay so grounded in the madcap world of writing and publishing?Sable:  Well, Mimi, I am alone most of the time. My readers are my friends. I appreciate that they have taken a risk and bought my books. I value their time, their opinions and I enjoy them. I write for myself, but I also feel a connection and a responsibility to those who read my work. I try to respond to everyone and show my appreciation, and I love to learn about my readers and find out what we have in common. After all, I have given them a glimpse into my heart and soul. I pour myself into my books. Whoever reads them gets a good look at me. All of my insecurities, foibles, funny stories, sadness – all of me is poured into the books. So, they know me – and I can’t wait to get to know the readers. They are more than customers, they are part of my family.Mona:  Besides writing and your family, you have been known to take interest in the supernatural and have gone ghost hunting; can you tell us a little bit about those interests and when they started?Sable:  I have always been interested in the supernatural. It’s considered normal where I’m from. New Orleans is a supernatural place. I’ve said this often, but people on my street would go to mass in the morning and make a mojo bag in the afternoon.
My mother was very psychic, she always knew what I was up to – she even called me three times the night I was trying to lose my virginity – needless to say, I finally turned my phone off. Ha!
But I’m not sensitive like she was, my connection with the spirit world is only through a lens of a camera. I have gotten results – there are things that go bump in the night. I’ve seen them. But I’m not afraid of them, after all, I’ll be a ghost someday. Ha! I long to prove to myself that love exists beyond the grave. I don’t want to cease to exist, I want to live and love again and know that people I care about are never lost to me. They exist. Love exists. That brings me comfort.Mimi:  Would you like to share what you think about when you are alone in your car?Sable:  I plot in the car. I don’t listen to music, unlike someone I know (winks at Jess Hunter) – ha! I actually keep a digital recorder in the car and I sometimes dictate or make notes. I’m always looking for people or places to populate my books. I know – I’m boring.Mimi:  I wouldn’t call that boring unless someone else is in the car with you. Seriously though, it sounds like many authors I know…so, you fall into a great class.Mimi:  Have you ever wondered how people will communicate in the future and what the role of books will be? How do you want your books to be seen in a future world?Sable:  Yes, we have discussed the future of books. The ebook, we know, is here to stay. I feel the method and delivery may continue to be refined and redefined, but ease of reading and choice will continue to escalate. I am traditionally published and self-published and I have no qualms against traditional, but we have learned so much in the self-publishing world that I feel there isn’t much that can hold us back. I have tried everything and made every mistake to be made, but I’ve learned a lot along the way.
Doors are open on every hand and opportunities exist now like no other time in history. I’m excited to be part of that movement.Mona:  Can you tell us something about your ideal readers?Sable:  Ideal readers are just like the wonderful group Jess and I have. We have a street team and a forum and author pages and through those venues we have met some tremendous people. These people care about us. And they tell us what they think. And when I have a new book or a free day, I only have to mention it and an army of faithful friends take up the cause and help us. They eagerly await new books and if we don’t write fast enough, they urge us on.Mimi:  It sounds like you have loyal readers and maybe even a few friends?Sable:  We have places to stay all over the world, I don’t think there are many countries in the world or any states of the union that we don’t have friends who would take us in if we needed help. This community is amazing and we are lucky as heck to be part of it.Mimi:  As for your writing career, do you find that people remember you as one of your characters or for your first book? Is it hard to break away from that?Sable:  I created the McCoys, and I get HELL YEAH! all the time on cards, posters – what have you. But that’s a good thing. To create characters that are memorable and well-loved is every author’s goal. I have often told people that if they want to know me, read my books. I am Cooper and Cady and Avery. I love to be mixed up with my heroines and I even slip Sable Hunter in the books every once in a while.
Jess did that – in one scene David is explaining to his best friend that he is in love with Jenna. Blaine thinks it is too quick – way too quick and he says, “What do you think this is, a Sable Hunter novel?”Mimi:  <Laughing> When you saw that, what did you do?Sable:  I cracked up.Mona:  Can you give us an idea of five of your favorite tech gadgets and how do you integrate them into your day to day busy schedules? JESS:   This is hilarious. Sable can’t even find her glasses. She is tech challenged.Mona:  For those of you who don’t know, this is Sable’s friend and writing partner, Jess Hunter. So, Sable…really? Is he telling the truth?Sable:  I have an Iphone and a laptop, and help. I need lots of help. We have two assistants and some other helpers, thank God.
Barb Caruso keeps us straight, she is a genius.
Debbie Workman helps us with scheduling and advertising.
Regina at Heartfeltpromos does a lot of good for us.
Karenne at Coffeetime takes care of our website.
And we have another writing partner, Ryan O’Leary, who helps me with many things.Mona:  It sounds like you have all the gadgets and that may Jess is right is a teasing way…what with all the help you have. I think it’s great! And, I think you’re a lucky lady.Mimi:  Sable, do you find it easy to include a message in your erotic books or do you struggle, asking yourself what with the message be this time?Sable:  The message is central to my stories. I endeavor to write hope into every book. I have used issues from cancer, dyslexia, abuse, prejudice, blindness, you name it. I have received letters thanking me for making the reality of an illness or a condition obvious to others.
One of my favorite topics was the leper colony at Carville, Louisiana and how people who had been condemned there survived and loved. A love story is beautiful, a steamy scene will get your blood flowing, but a story that touches your heart and makes you laugh and cry and care about the book and the characters, that is what I strive for. I want my readers to be glad they read the book and I want the story to stick with them for a long time.Mimi:  Hey, what absolutely sparks your interest beyond words besides writing (and reading)? What can you tell us about it?Sable:  I love to play the slot machines. I don’t go often, because my father was a gambler and I’m afraid I have the gene, so I only go about four times a year, but I love it. Jess says when I am old he is going to take me to a parking lot with parking meters and give me a roll of quarters and tell me I’m at the casino.Mimi:  I think me, along with your readers, are appreciating just how humorous Jess is. Is there anything else that pulls you like a lode stone?Sable:  I also love to cook, and I cook well, Jess can attest to that.Mona:  What songs best describes your work ethic?Sable:  Oh my goodness. I am torn between “Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It’s off to work I go,” because I love what I do and “She Works Hard for Her Money” because I do. It’s both the hardest thing and the most wonderful job imaginable. And I wouldn’t trade it for being the Pope or President or Paris Hilton – ha!Mimi:  If you could be any literary character, who would you like to be and why?Sable:  This will sound egotistical, but I’d love to be Savannah in FORGET ME NEVER. I wrote all of my likes and dislikes into the character and I gave her the man I want – or a shadow of him. I tend to do that – I create worlds that I would love to inhabit where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.Mimi:  How did Savannah from Forget Me Never grow from the beginning of your novel to the end, or was she a static character?Sable:  The character – Savannah – learned that she had worth, that she was worthy of love and that she was a helluva lot stronger than she ever gave herself credit for.Mona:  Sable, just in case anyone here doesn’t know where to find you and your books, would you please share all of your links?Sable:  Sure! Here’s a list.
Website – http://sablehunter.com/
Author Page – https://www.facebook.com/authorsablehunter
Amazon Author Page – http://www.amazon.com/author/sablehunterEmail – sablehunter@rocketmail.com
TWITTER – @huntersableMimi:  Last question. If there were to be any call to action by either of you, what action would you want the new writer to take from your experience as a writer?Sable:  Do it. If you have talent and determination, there are opportunities. Discipline yourself and do it. Self-publishing is the wave of the future. Quality is still paramount, but authors are in the driver’s seat. We can write, publish, promote – we are the master of our destiny and the captain of our soul – ha!Mona:  On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate me as an interviewer?  No, I’m just kidding. But, seriously, what would your answer be?Sable:  THESE ARE THE BEST QUESTIONS I HAVE EVER ANSWERED – BAR NONE!!!!! 
Mona:  Thank you but seriously, I was just teasing.I just want to say thank you for spending time with us and answering these questions and for letting the readers learn something about you they might not learn on your other blog stops.
Wolske, Mimi. (May 20, 2013). Blog: Hey We’re Interviewing Erotic Romance Author Sable Hunter. Author Musings and Poetry. Retrieved from http://mimiandmona.wordpress.com/2013/05/20/blog-hey-were-interviewing-erotic-romance-author-sable-hunter/

How About Some NOAH Info? DOSHA - Skye Blue!

I’ve been working on Noah’s book, Skye Blue. It’s the next in my Hell Yeah! series and has been much anticipated with my readers for a couple of reasons. First – Noah has been pain in the rear. He is the McCoy who can’t see shades of grey. Everything is black and white to Noah. He’s all business. The numbers always have to add up and he doesn’t cut any of his brothers or their loves much slack. Protect the family, protect the McCoy name, protect the McCoy fortune – that was his mantra. He almost made Jacob lose Jessie and he had a hard time accepting what made Isaac tick. Harper, his girlfriend, desired things that Noah couldn’t handle, so he pushed her away. (Which was okay, there is someone in Louisiana by the name of Revel Lee who has Harper ALWAYS ON HIS MIND – ha!) But Noah is going to have to face the fact that he needs to loosen up. Noah needs a woman who can make him glad he’s a man and show him that there is more than one path to walk, more than one way to make love, and more excitement and passion in this world than he ever realized. Skye is that woman.
As the book opens, Noah is battling his sorrow and anger over Aron’s disappearance. He even has the audacity to wonder if Aron doesn’t want to be found. (WHEW! HUGE SCENE HERE! HA!) The family is tired of Noah and his rigid outlook on life and the only solace he can find is with Skye, who wants him just the way he is and doesn’t mind teaching him how to enjoy life and sex and – — haha – well, I won’t give it all away.
Skye is not the type of woman Noah is used to. Skye is Native American. She is confident. She is strong. She is serene and she is the sexiest thing he has ever seen, held, or touched in his life. She also has a secret that turns both of their lives upside down – - but, I digress. I am fascinated with Skye. I am going to spend time in Broken Bow, Oklahoma in a cabin on the river and I’m going to be Skye for a while. She hunts. She rides bareback. She is one with nature. She holds her arms up to the setting sun and knows she is at peace in the midst of the storm. She is exactly what Noah needs.
I have pattered Skye after an ancestor of mine. I am a mutt, as you know. I am Creole. I have French blood, Spanish blood and Indian blood running through my veins. The Indian part comes from Dosha. She lived in the late 1800’s in the eastern part of Texas known as the Big Thicket. She, like Skye, was strong and determined to take care of her family, even when her husband was too incapacitated to do it for her. You see, my great-great-whatever grandfather was not a McCoy. He was a rascal. A drunkard rascal.
The home he built for Dosha and their child was not the best of dwellings. It was made of logs that were not fitted together well with mud or clay or whatever they used as mortar back in those early Texas pioneer days. And the part of Texas they lived in was a wild wilderness full of predators and snakes and alligators and – yes, Indians. They made their living trapping and living off the land. And somehow, somewhere, great-whatever-grandfather found plenty to drink.
One night, he was passed out drunk and Dosha was caring for their child. The fire that was keeping them from freezing was beginning to die down and the much needed wood to keep it going was out in the dark cold night. She had to have it though, so she put up on her buckskin jacket and prepared to face the elements – until she heard it – a hair-raising scream that tore through the night and caused goosebumps to rise on her body. It was a sound she feared, it was a sound she dreaded. The spine-tingling scream had sounded like a woman in distress, but it wasn’t – it was a panther, a hungry panther. Dosha tried to rousé her worthless husband, but it was no use, he was dead to the world. So, she gathered up her son and held him close – and waited.
The fire was only smoldering now. She listened – waiting for another scream. Nothing. Maybe, the big cat was gone. GRRRRR! No! He wasn’t, he was right outside the cabin wall. RIPPPP!!! Dosha jumped! He was scratching at clawing at the logs. Clasping her baby to her breast, she whimpered in fright. Staring at the blank wall of the cabin, she tried to imagine what the panther was doing just on the other side. Scratches and snarls met her ears and she cringed, but what she saw next, horrified her. She stared in disbelief.
Toes. Claws. She could see the feet of the panther sticking through the cracks of the logs! He was climbing the wall of the cabin! Dosha jumped to her feet. The fire had died down. The beast was intending to come down their chimney like some macabre winter visitor. Laying down her little boy, she raced to the fire and tried to stoke it up, but the embers were too faint. Racing back to the wall, she checked the monster’s progress, he was higher than before. Screaming for her husband, she jostled his dead to the world body, to no avail. So she did the only thing left – running to the small wardrobe, she slung out shirts and pants until she found it – John’s hatchet. He carried it on trips, but he kept it wrapped in a handkerchief when not in use, tools were precious in the wilderness.
Holding the hatchet in her hand, she approached the razor sharp claws and feet of the panther. The front ones were high, the lower ones about at her waist. One jump was all it would take and he would be on the roof. There was no time to waste, so she drew back her arm and struck, cutting off three of the panthers toes as they were bared to her gaze, gripping at the raw pine wood.
A wild, screaming roar rent the night and the panther wailed in agony. But he let go and he jumped down and he raced off into the night to lick his wounds. And Dosha and her son survived to live another day (or Jess and I wouldn’t be here with you now – ha!)
Thank you for reading, I’ll have a cover to share with you soon. I’m enjoying Skye Blue and I hope you will soon. It will be a little while before its released, I’ll give you information when I have it.Thanks
Sable
Hunter, Sable. (May 16, 2013). Dosha, Contest Winners and a little chat about Noah. Wild and Wicked Cowboys. Retrieved from http://wildandwickedcowboys.wordpress.com/2013/05/16/dosha-contest-winners-and-a-little-chat-about-noah/ 

Finding Dandi Interview on Harlie's Books

Welcome Sable Hunter! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.
Thank you, Harlie. I wish I was more exciting, I wish I could fly an airplane or that I was the child of a famous actor or something. But I’m not. I’m just the girl next door. I grew up in Louisiana, and spent most of my adult hood in Texas. Now since I write full time, I have the luxury of spending time in both states.I live a very simple, quiet life. My days are spent writing, although I do go on research trips for my books. Jess spends about three days a week with me and helps manage me. He’s my brother and he writes, too. He just released FOR A HERO the same day that FINDING DANDI came out.I love to cook and putter around with my flowers. I ghost hunt for a hobby, that’s sorta exciting, I guess. And I love to research esoteric things like hoodoo and herbs and crystals – just for fun.I love animals. I have cats, my faithful dachshund and I also raise cattle and horses.I have 22 novels out right now in six series. And I have three works in progress with another 10 plotted to start when their time comes – so I’m having a blast.
Is FINDING DANDI a single title, or part of a series?FINDING DANDI is part of a series – a part of two series in fact. I have three Cajun books and FINDING DANDI is a direct spin-off of BURNING LOVE. But it also continues the HELL YEAH! series about the McCoy family and friends. It even has a snippet of the WHERE IS ARON ? ongoing mystery. What were your inspirations for the story?There are several elements in this story that I was drawn to write about – I’m fascinated with sex therapists and dealing with Lucas Dane and his occupation was fun. I also wanted to explore the mindset of a girl who had been forced into a phase of the sex industry and Dandi fit that bill. As anyone who reads my books know, I love to take a woman who feels unworthy and have a big, strong, alpha male convince her that she is absolutely perfect – for him.Please share your setting for FINDING DANDI. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?   FINDING DANDI is set in Louisiana, my home state. It starts off in Shreveport, a place I know well and goes to central Arkansas, deep in the Ozarks, also a favorite place of mine. It ends up in South Louisiana and I enjoyed working New Orleans, Lafayette and other local places into the setting. All of the Cajun series have bits of Louisiana folklore and tastes of the bayou in them – I adore sharing what I love with my readers. When did the writing bug first bite? I have always written, I used to write love stories for my junior high girlfriends and make them personal for them – they loved the spicier parts. But I seriously decided to write after I read Leslie Kelly’s SLOW HANDS – - yum – - I just had to try my hand at going beyond the bedroom door and not only telling a hot story but creating characters and a storyline that would captivate the reader.Who are you favorite authors, book/series?Hmmmm – so many. I love Cherise Sinclair’s Masters of the Shadowlands and Leah Brook’s Desire Oklahoma. I like reading those ménage and BDSM books, makes my vanilla existence a bit more exciting – ha! If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?Oh, my goodness! I would love to sit down with Lorelei James, Sarah McCarty, me and Maya Banks. Yea, I’d be starstruck. Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time?Well, yes. I ghost hunt with infrared cameras and digital records. I haunt cemeteries, battlefields and even investigate when people are having problems in their home. I hope to have some footage for fun for a Halloween event – sort of a BLAIRWITCH takeoff – - SABLE AND JESS CHASE SPIRITS or something – haha!  What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?Oh, my goodness. You’re talking to the wrong person here – because I take strange to a whole new level. In my ghosthunting – I’ve been touched, I’ve heard my name called, I’ve taken photos that show a full-body apparition and once when a cougar was coming onto my property and killing my cats, I walked the perimeter quoting scripture and laying a line of red brick dust – AND HE DIDN’T COME BACK!! HA!
Pink had to butt in, as usual.Interview Questions from Pink for SABLE
These are my favorite kinds of questions, thank you Harley.
Top ten things you don’t know about me:1.  Cotton or Silk?Not even a question, I’m a cotton girl. I live in sundresses or jeans. And I don’t wear socks – ever. Unless it’s those thigh high ones and I’m in a mood – ha!
2.  Champagne/beer/wine?Ah – neither. I drink margaritas and hard lemonade.
3.  Plotter/pantserI’m inbetween. I plot, but if my characters have a mind of their own, sometimes, I listen.
4.  Describe your workspace.I don’t work in an office environment. I work in two places, mainly. My favorite spot is my recliner with my laptop on my tummy and my doxie at my side with a DD Pepper close by and the TV on low for noise.The other spot is on the porch in my big rocker – same set up.
5.  Sports fan or just tolerate it?I am a football fan and I don’t just tolerate it. But I only watch certain teams. I love college ball, and I root for the Longhorns and LSU. I’m also a fan of the Patriots and the Saints – (I sometimes root for a team if the quarterback is really good-looking.)
6.  Who is your biggest influence on writing?Lorelei James, Sarah McCarty, Maya Banks and Lora Leigh are my idols. I have learned the art from them.
7.  Favorite food –I love cheese – aged cheese – sharp and crumbly.
8.  When did you start writing?I started writing in 2009 and got my first novel published in 2010. I have 22 out at the moment.
9.  If money were no object, where would you like to live?I would have a home in Colorado and one in Vermont, I think, perhaps a cottage in the keys, also.
10.  What’s next for you?I have 3 novels in the works and I’m putting an audio book out in a few weeks. I’m also putting out the Hell Yeah! in a sweeter form with less sex so it will appeal to a broader audience. In a few months, I’m venturing out into another genre – Historical Romance and Paranormal Romance – mainstream, not erotic.
Here are some of my favorite things and other stuff about me  – just for fun:Elvis PresleyPumpkin Spice CoffeeHalloween is my favorite holidayJewelry made from Opaque stonesI collect paintings of places where my books are set.I love old-fashioned roses.I adore fast, foreign type cars. I used to drive a black S-Type Jag and now I drive a Lexus GSF Sport.I color my hair depending on my mood and I wear extensions sometimes.I play piano.I love to play slot machines at the casino.I don’t like traditional breakfast food for breakfast, I want a muffin or pound cake – but no icing and no chocolate chips.I like my ice cream plain – no spinkles, cookies or candy. My favorite is Cheesecake or Coffee ice cream.I have raised a family of skunks and a family of raccoons.I don’t need to wear a bra – - sadly.HA!Where to stalk Sable Hunter
my email is - sablehunter@rocketmail.commy author page is - https://www.facebook.com/authorsablehuntermy website  is - http://sablehunter.com
** Note this interview was conducted on May 15. The Giveaway is no longer active. **
Pink. (May 15, 2013). Finding Dandi by Sable Hunter - Interview/Giveaway. Harlie's Books. Retrieved from http://www.harliesbooks.com/posts/finding-dandi-by-sable-hunter-interviewgiveaway/