Winners, Sable Does Christmas and a sexy Excerpt

WINNERS FROM the Contest for the 17th and Sable’s Christmas Plus an excerpt from I’ll Remember You

There were 3 winners from the last blog entry for me – if you haven’t purchased I’ll Remember You, it’s yours – if not, you may have any one of my novels or any of my Beau Coup author’s novels as a substitute. The winners are:
Sharon Rudolph
Lauren Lefebvre
And Margie Hager

I need the 3 of you to email me at sablehunter@rocketmail.com and talk to me about this.
I want you to know that Christmas was turmoil at my house! I was unprepared. Basically because I was writing I’ll Remember You until the last minute. I wrote Aron’s story in about 25 days and finished on the 22nd – it went up for sale on the 23rd. It was a labor of love, I knew the story by heart, but I had to get it out and on paper. It had so much detail and so many characters; I really had to use a chart to keep it all straight. But in my immersion in McCoy world, I neglected my holiday festivities.
We have a small family, there are only four of us, and we don’t live together all the time. We have several houses in different places and we trade out and move around and meet hither and yon. From New Orleans, to East Texas to Houston to Austin – depending on weather, need for solitude or who isn’t speaking to whom. Jess and I are together more than the others, but even we have to have our time apart. But…the holidays are different. We endeavor to all be together and try to strictly adhere to tradition and a schedule.
I am the cook and the organizer. My aunt is a professor and she travels a lot, so I have stepped up as hostess of our little group. This year, I did some cooking, but nothing like normal. I mostly did meat – because my crew inhales it like air. I did a pork rib roast stuffed with a fruit dressing which had been macerated in apricot brandy, a Virginia ham with fruit chutney, a prime rib with horseradish sauce and a goose with a pomegranate glaze. Still to come is an orange/rosemary glazed turkey. Sounds like a lot, but Jess can eat his weight in a couple of days – so feeding them all is a chore. What I neglected this year was desserts, they had to make do with a Junior’s cheesecake and chocolate chips cookies for the most part.
The other area I failed in was my present calculations. We start opening presents early, several days ahead of time – one a day – then four or five on Christmas Eve and the rest on Christmas Day. It is my duty to ensure that everyone has the same number. And I didn’t. I was more concerned with Libby and Aron and Jacob, etc and I allowed Uncle Michael to come up short. Now, he had some really good gifts. Jess and I bought him a Henry 30/30 Golden Boy, a fancy-dancy putting green to be installed, a Bose sound thingy and other stuff. But Jess was beyond upset, he’s a little bit like Noah – everything has to add up and make sense or he’s miserable. And when he found out on Christmas Eve that Uncle had less presents than he or the aunt or I – he just panicked.
Nothing would do but we make up the deficit. So, he and the aunt and uncle decided to go shopping about dusk on Christmas Eve. Where we live, you have to drive an hour to get to a decent size Mall. It would take at least three or four hours for them to get back. Well, I hated to be a scrooge – but I was tired and needed to get things in order for the evening meal. So, I stayed home. Plus, I was expecting some gentlemanly company later on in the evening and wanted some time to get all prettied up.
I had a nice evening planned. We were going to have a nice meal, open a few gifts – drink some eggnog and cuddle in front of the fire by the tree and watch some Hallmark Christmas movies. Now, I’m not the best hostess. Even when I have a guy over, I tend to keep working. And this Christmas I’d promised Ryan I would edit his new book, so I was gonna try to do both – if possible.
Hurrying and scurrying, I finished dinner preparations, counted the presents myself to see if Jess was right – he was – and ran to take a shower so I would be tempting when my date arrived. Well….. to get you to the good part. I was in the shower when I heard the apocalypse arrive. I mean it was KERWHAM! KERBLAST! KERPLUNK! I just knew we were under attack. So, I slung open the shower door and grabbed my little shorty robe and threw it on without drying off or anything. I ran to the front door and it was standing open about six inches – which was unusual – but I power blasted outside pulling the door shut behind me because it was dang cold and Mama taught me I didn’t live in a barn.
Well, when I got outside several things hit me at once- – first and foremost there were goats on my porch. This shouldn’t have surprised me; the neighbor’s goats come see periodically, I think they like me. But tonight, they had done something new. They had come up on my wrap-around porch and were pulling the twinkling lights off the bannisters, walking on the couch, tromping on the coffee table and one was proceeding to eat my matching outdoor trees by the front door! I like to have died – I stomped and yelled and threatened with the BBQ pit! There were little goats and mama goats and one big boy goat who eyed me with interest – I think it was the way I was dressed.

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I waved my arms and made as much racket as I could and eventually they dispersed and meandered their way back across the yard. I was so mad, for a few minutes I didn’t realize I was covered in goosebumps. I was cold! It was freezing or just near it and I was wet and had pulled on a thin, thin little cotton cover-up which was now wet and sticking to my body like a second skin and was absolutely, utterly see-through. Oh well, I was heading back in, or I thought I was…
After I’d scattered my unwanted visitors, I went to the door and pulled on the handle – and it was locked! So, I pulled again. Still locked. I ran around the side of the house to the garage door, locked! Then the back door – locked! Damn! I considered going to a neighbor’s house, but I was so near naked as to be considered indecent. So, I paced – I didn’t have a phone, or car keys and my dogs are too short-legged to reach the door knob. My only hope was that there was a window unlocked I could crawl through. So, I started checking them. I went to the bedrooms and the living room and the dining room – all low windows. Then I tried higher windows – the kitchen, the wash-room – then the highest window, the bathroom AND wouldn’t you know it? It was unlocked!
So, I had to get creative. And remember, all this time, I’m shivering – it was probably 30 degrees. I finally found a table to stand on and I dragged it over beneath the window and even then I had to jump and pull myself up. But I needed to hurry because my gentleman caller was coming and I really wanted to be dressed and pretty by the time the Cowboy arrived. I sorta used him as my Aron inspiration in I’ll Remember You so I owed him some thank-you kisses.
Well, no time like the present. I lifted the window and took off the screen – that was the easy part – next I had to hoist myself up and over. Well I got the up part done – which had my naked little ass shining like the Solstice Moon. Remember, my robe was short and I was commando underneath. I tugged and I pushed and I grunted. I was almost in! When I heard…
“Need some help, little darlin?” Which scared the poop out of me and I almost fell, but something steadied me on my ample ass.
I knew that voice. Dammit. It was my Aron McCoy stand-in. “Uh, I locked myself out of the house.”
“And you’re trying to slip your little self into that small slot like a letter through a mail drop?”
Jeesh! How humiliating. “That was the idea, but I’m having problems.”
“What can I do?” He asked.
My first inclination was to tell him to back up so I could jump down, run and hide. But he’d already had an up close and personal view of what I most wanted to hide – which was my patootie – so I just said what needed to be said. “Push!” He put his big, hard hands right on my pillowy softness and gave me a shove and like one of those corks being pushed through the tight mouth of a glass bottle – I just went Pop!
I made it! On the other side of the window, I shimmied upright and checked myself out in the mirror and sure enough – I was not a white woman any longer, I was a rosy shade of red and it wasn’t because of the cold, it was because of the embarrassment and sexual tension of having a guy I had the hots for put his hands all over my rosy rear-end.
I didn’t take time to mull it over, I hurried – he was standing outside in the cold, so I grabbed a more substantial robe and raced to the front door. “Chris!” I called, then because it was Christmas and I’m annoying, I added something to his name. “Chris Kringle!”
I heard a chuckle. “You know, I thought Santa Claus was the one who was supposed to try and fit himself into tight places.”
I stepped back from the door and almost choked at what had come out of his mouth. I mean, I am Sable Hunter – writer of erotic romance! Hahaha. I can’t help because I have a dirty mind.
So, I said. “True, but if you haven’t made the naughty list, you might get the chance to fit yourself into something tight later.”
“Miss Sable!” He gave me a sexy grin. “You know you want me on the naughty list, it’s far more fun.” I could only stare into his eyes. And when he tapped me on the nose and said, “But I would give my left nut for the chance to work myself into a tight little spot with you,”
I had a hard time standing up. When he started looking me up and down, I remembered I was about as unwrapped as a present could be – and I all of a sudden had an urge to give myself to him.
But …as my luck usually runs, my family returned and Chris and I had to bank our desire until later. We did the family time, I worked on Ryan’s book (which is good by the way) we opened a few Christmas presents (Uncle Michael was up to speed now). AND when everybody else went to bed, we made out in front of the Christmas tree, piled up on a rug in front of the fireplace and practiced putting large things into small holes. You know what I’m talking about; we were stuffing large presents into small Christmas stockings.
And if you believe that – I have some swamp land to sell you over near Baton Rouge.
Christmas was fun.
Here’s an excerpt from I’ll Remember You – Aron and Libby’s wedding night – a risqué portion and you can imagine my inspiration – haha!

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“Come back here, Libby, you’re wiggling all over the place.” Aron tried in vain to pin her to the bed, but she was scooting around beneath the sheets like a little gopher. “What are you doing down there?”
“I’m on an undercover mission.” He heard her mumble about the time he felt his underwear being tugged on.
“Ah, now I know what you’re up to. You’re prowling around down there after my manly business.” He teased as a muffled giggle met his ears. Soft breaths fanned against his swelling cock. Every time Aron heard Libby laugh, it was as if he were seeing a rainbow for the first time.
“We’re married now, Mr. McCoy.” Her tongue twirled around the tip end of his rod. “This is community property.”
In spite of the mind-boggling pleasure, Aron laughed. An overpowering wave of love swept over him. He flung the sheet back and exposed his gorgeous wife.
His wife.
“God, I’m going to love being married to you.”
She looked up at him, all the love in the world shining in her eyes, and he thought his heart would burst. “Mrs. Aron McCoy.” Libby beamed. “Who would’ve ever thought it?”
Biting her lower lip, she concentrated on the task at hand, intrigued by the thick thrust of his cock pushing into her palm. Rubbing her lips across the wide crest, she purred to find it was hot to the touch, slightly damp with his excitement. A waterfall of tingling sensations cascaded down her body. She became wet, the intimate muscles of her sex opening and closing, longing to be filled.
Libby ached, lord, she ached. Loving Aron was more than a want; it was a necessity.
“Always and forever, Libby.” His next breath caught in his throat as she slid her tongue over the thick head with one slow, luscious lick. “Mercy!” Incredible heat flamed through his loins as she took him into the honeyed recesses of her mouth. Her kisses captivated him. They were pure magic. Aron wove his fingers through her silken hair. Watching her love him, seeing his cock disappear between her lips was amazing.
This was his woman. The knowledge of what they’d been through and the miracle of their love only made the experience sweeter. This was more than sex; this was a celebration of their commitment. Aron had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. He didn’t know what was better, the ecstasy of the act or the wonder on her face as she brought him pleasure.
“I never thought this day would come. You’re mine, Libby. Mine.” She didn’t speak, but she was listening. He could tell because she petted him, caressing his thigh, his sac, holding the base of his dick as she sucked him deep, that hot, pink tongue laving the sensitive underside of his shaft.
“Uh-hmmmmm,” she agreed, making him gasp anew. His Libby had been innocent. He was her first and he’d have it no other way. But she sure as hell knew how to drive him crazy. With lips and tongue, she stroked and sucked hungrily, hollowing her cheeks and taking as much of him into the wet velvet of her mouth as she could.
“Hell yeah.” Aron couldn’t contain the growl. “Perfect.” And she was—perfect for him. She came into his life when he’d given up on love and showed him what it really meant. Words weren’t sufficient to describe the exquisite pleasure sizzling from his balls, to his shaft, and right up his spine. It was like being bathed in ecstasy, a euphoria which intensified, building, filling him with desperation to claim her body as surely as he’d claimed her heart. When he’d given her his name, he’d also given her his devotion, his future—his life.
Aron’s thighs tightened, straining to hold back his release. It felt too good to let go so quickly. Beads of sweat were popping out on his forehead, his shoulders. He was awash in heat, trying to stem the rapture, to give her time to play all she wanted. “Fuck…” he groaned when she let his cock slip from her lips, as she moved down to lick and suck at his balls. Aron was quaking, his control was slipping. Staccato bursts of sensation flowed through his body, making his dick throb as he strained to relish a few more moments.
One more kiss. One more lick from that velvety tongue.
Aron was holding Libby, his fingers tangled in her hair, the other hand rubbing her shoulder. His hips were flexing upward, pushing his cock into her mouth in short, sweet strokes. Barely hanging onto the precipice, Aron sought to stem his release. It was torture, but he didn’t want their first sexual act as man and wife to end by his cumming between her sexy lips. He needed to be inside of her when he came, driving deep and hard. Her mouth was amazing, but her pussy was tight, sweet—and it was home.
But he had priorities. The first orgasm of the night belonged to Libby.
“Up here, baby.” She whimpered her objection when he pulled out of her tender grip. “It’s my turn.” Guiding her to lie beside him, he stole a kiss. “I want to push my tongue deep inside of you, suck that cherry clit and make you cum all over my face.”
The smile she gave him was worth a million dollars. A rosy blush stained her cheeks. “You’re determined to make this honeymoon perfect. Aren’t you?”
“I’m determined to make your life perfect.” Taking one of her hands in each of his, he held them next to her head while he straddled her small body, kissing her lips, sucking her neck, licking those luscious tits before making a place for his shoulders between her thighs. “Beautiful,” he whispered as he gazed at the pretty pink flesh before him. She was hot, glistening with arousal, and the noises she made as he kissed the tender folds gave him as much satisfaction as when she’d been pleasuring him with her tongue. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he licked it, twirled it, worshiping her in the most intimate way he knew how.
Libby closed her eyes, drowning in the attention her husband was giving her. He knew exactly what to do. The man was a master. Waves of bliss were swamping her. She couldn’t be still. Opening her legs wider, she invited him to do anything he desired. Threading her fingers in his hair, she raised her head, hypnotized by the sight of the wide shouldered cowboy whose every intention was to bring her joy.
This was heaven. Every kiss, suckle, lick or nibble made her hips buck. “Aron. I love you so.” The admission was wrung from her lips as ecstasy commanded the attention of every cell in her body. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to—he showed her he loved her with every kiss, ever lick, pushing his tongue deep inside of her as she lifted her hips wanting more.
The pleasure was more than she could process. An amazing heat built within her, a firestorm which flared red-hot as she flew apart. “Aron!” With grasping hands, she held on to his shoulders, trying to pull him up. “I need you. Please.” Her sheath was still fluttering amid her orgasm when he thrust inside her with one sure, powerful stroke. “Yes!”
This was not their first time to make love, but every time was rapture. He filled her so completely, stretching her perfectly as he pushed in and pulled back. The pleasure did not abate as he possessed her; rather it continued and multiplied, making her writhe and scream. Her fingernails marked him as she clung to the man she loved.
Aron was losing his mind. Holding himself up on his arms, he looked down into her face and then down to where they were joined. God, she was beautiful. He’d worked his way in and now his balls were slapping her pussy with every stroke. She was still cumming, one climax had flowed into another and his cock was being milked with every spasm. He was losing control, no matter how much he wanted to postpone the inevitable. Throwing his head back, he drove deep. His balls were so tight they hurt and his cock was near to bursting. He knew he was either going to cum hard or die. Bending to suck at her nipple, he gave himself over to the mindless sensual pleasure, losing himself in the love he had for this woman—his bride. Undulating his hips in a sensual figure eight, he let his cock drag in and out, watching her face as she surrendered to him, giving herself up to one more sweet release. Closing his eyes, he let go, fucking her with pounding, hammering strokes. Burying himself to the hilt, he groaned as hot jets of his semen filled her. “Libby! God, I adore you.” As she tossed her head from side to side, she held on to him, not only with her hands, but with her pussy, gripping, rippling, milking him of every drop. Aron shook, collapsing onto her, careful not to crush, but needing to feel her all the way up and down his body. “I love you so much.”
Libby wrapped her arms around him, cradling Aron to her. “I know. I can feel it. And I love you more than anything.”
“We’re going to be together forever, Libby. Nothing will ever tear us apart. I promise.” He was thinking of her remission, the battle she’d fought and won against leukemia. What would he do without her? Easing off to one side, he pulled her against him, placing his hand between them and over her tummy. “I will cherish you and our family all the days of my life.”
Libby didn’t doubt him. This was her Aron. “Thank you for marrying me.”
“Let me rest up, and we’ll do it all over again.”
“Get married?” She teased.
“No, silly.” He kissed her. “I did that wedding thing right this time, no need for do-overs.”
Cupping the side of his face, she looked deep into his eyes. “As long as you do me over and over again, we won’t have any trouble.”
“I called ‘Tag’, baby. You’re mine forever, you demanding little minx.”
“Come back here, Libby, you’re wiggling all over the place.” Aron tried in vain to pin her to the bed, but she was scooting around beneath the sheets like a little gopher. “What are you doing down there?”
“I’m on an undercover mission.” He heard her mumble about the time he felt his underwear being tugged on.
“Ah, now I know what you’re up to. You’re prowling around down there after my manly business.” He teased as a muffled giggle met his ears. Soft breaths fanned against his swelling cock. Every time Aron heard Libby laugh, it was as if he were seeing a rainbow for the first time.
“We’re married now, Mr. McCoy.” Her tongue twirled around the tip end of his rod. “This is community property.”
In spite of the mind-boggling pleasure, Aron laughed. An overpowering wave of love swept over him. He flung the sheet back and exposed his gorgeous wife.
His wife.
“God, I’m going to love being married to you.”
She looked up at him, all the love in the world shining in her eyes, and he thought his heart would burst. “Mrs. Aron McCoy.” Libby beamed. “Who would’ve ever thought it?”
Biting her lower lip, she concentrated on the task at hand, intrigued by the thick thrust of his cock pushing into her palm. Rubbing her lips across the wide crest, she purred to find it was hot to the touch, slightly damp with his excitement. A waterfall of tingling sensations cascaded down her body. She became wet, the intimate muscles of her sex opening and closing, longing to be filled.
Libby ached, lord, she ached. Loving Aron was more than a want; it was a necessity.
“Always and forever, Libby.” His next breath caught in his throat as she slid her tongue over the thick head with one slow, luscious lick. “Mercy!” Incredible heat flamed through his loins as she took him into the honeyed recesses of her mouth. Her kisses captivated him. They were pure magic. Aron wove his fingers through her silken hair. Watching her love him, seeing his cock disappear between her lips was amazing.
This was his woman. The knowledge of what they’d been through and the miracle of their love only made the experience sweeter. This was more than sex; this was a celebration of their commitment. Aron had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. He didn’t know what was better, the ecstasy of the act or the wonder on her face as she brought him pleasure.
“I never thought this day would come. You’re mine, Libby. Mine.” She didn’t speak, but she was listening. He could tell because she petted him, caressing his thigh, his sac, holding the base of his dick as she sucked him deep, that hot, pink tongue laving the sensitive underside of his shaft.
“Uh-hmmmmm,” she agreed, making him gasp anew. His Libby had been innocent. He was her first and he’d have it no other way. But she sure as hell knew how to drive him crazy. With lips and tongue, she stroked and sucked hungrily, hollowing her cheeks and taking as much of him into the wet velvet of her mouth as she could.
“Hell yeah.” Aron couldn’t contain the growl. “Perfect.” And she was—perfect for him. She came into his life when he’d given up on love and showed him what it really meant. Words weren’t sufficient to describe the exquisite pleasure sizzling from his balls, to his shaft, and right up his spine. It was like being bathed in ecstasy, a euphoria which intensified, building, filling him with desperation to claim her body as surely as he’d claimed her heart. When he’d given her his name, he’d also given her his devotion, his future—his life.
Aron’s thighs tightened, straining to hold back his release. It felt too good to let go so quickly. Beads of sweat were popping out on his forehead, his shoulders. He was awash in heat, trying to stem the rapture, to give her time to play all she wanted. “Fuck…” he groaned when she let his cock slip from her lips, as she moved down to lick and suck at his balls. Aron was quaking, his control was slipping. Staccato bursts of sensation flowed through his body, making his dick throb as he strained to relish a few more moments.
One more kiss. One more lick from that velvety tongue.
Aron was holding Libby, his fingers tangled in her hair, the other hand rubbing her shoulder. His hips were flexing upward, pushing his cock into her mouth in short, sweet strokes. Barely hanging onto the precipice, Aron sought to stem his release. It was torture, but he didn’t want their first sexual act as man and wife to end by his cumming between her sexy lips. He needed to be inside of her when he came, driving deep and hard. Her mouth was amazing, but her pussy was tight, sweet—and it was home.
But he had priorities. The first orgasm of the night belonged to Libby.
“Up here, baby.” She whimpered her objection when he pulled out of her tender grip. “It’s my turn.” Guiding her to lie beside him, he stole a kiss. “I want to push my tongue deep inside of you, suck that cherry clit and make you cum all over my face.”
The smile she gave him was worth a million dollars. A rosy blush stained her cheeks. “You’re determined to make this honeymoon perfect. Aren’t you?”
“I’m determined to make your life perfect.” Taking one of her hands in each of his, he held them next to her head while he straddled her small body, kissing her lips, sucking her neck, licking those luscious tits before making a place for his shoulders between her thighs. “Beautiful,” he whispered as he gazed at the pretty pink flesh before him. She was hot, glistening with arousal, and the noises she made as he kissed the tender folds gave him as much satisfaction as when she’d been pleasuring him with her tongue. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he licked it, twirled it, worshiping her in the most intimate way he knew how.
Libby closed her eyes, drowning in the attention her husband was giving her. He knew exactly what to do. The man was a master. Waves of bliss were swamping her. She couldn’t be still. Opening her legs wider, she invited him to do anything he desired. Threading her fingers in his hair, she raised her head, hypnotized by the sight of the wide shouldered cowboy whose every intention was to bring her joy.
This was heaven. Every kiss, suckle, lick or nibble made her hips buck. “Aron. I love you so.” The admission was wrung from her lips as ecstasy commanded the attention of every cell in her body. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to—he showed her he loved her with every kiss, ever lick, pushing his tongue deep inside of her as she lifted her hips wanting more.
The pleasure was more than she could process. An amazing heat built within her, a firestorm which flared red-hot as she flew apart. “Aron!” With grasping hands, she held on to his shoulders, trying to pull him up. “I need you. Please.” Her sheath was still fluttering amid her orgasm when he thrust inside her with one sure, powerful stroke. “Yes!”
This was not their first time to make love, but every time was rapture. He filled her so completely, stretching her perfectly as he pushed in and pulled back. The pleasure did not abate as he possessed her; rather it continued and multiplied, making her writhe and scream. Her fingernails marked him as she clung to the man she loved.
Aron was losing his mind. Holding himself up on his arms, he looked down into her face and then down to where they were joined. God, she was beautiful. He’d worked his way in and now his balls were slapping her pussy with every stroke. She was still cumming, one climax had flowed into another and his cock was being milked with every spasm. He was losing control, no matter how much he wanted to postpone the inevitable. Throwing his head back, he drove deep. His balls were so tight they hurt and his cock was near to bursting. He knew he was either going to cum hard or die. Bending to suck at her nipple, he gave himself over to the mindless sensual pleasure, losing himself in the love he had for this woman—his bride. Undulating his hips in a sensual figure eight, he let his cock drag in and out, watching her face as she surrendered to him, giving herself up to one more sweet release. Closing his eyes, he let go, fucking her with pounding, hammering strokes. Burying himself to the hilt, he groaned as hot jets of his semen filled her. “Libby! God, I adore you.” As she tossed her head from side to side, she held on to him, not only with her hands, but with her pussy, gripping, rippling, milking him of every drop. Aron shook, collapsing onto her, careful not to crush, but needing to feel her all the way up and down his body. “I love you so much.”
Libby wrapped her arms around him, cradling Aron to her. “I know. I can feel it. And I love you more than anything.”
“We’re going to be together forever, Libby. Nothing will ever tear us apart. I promise.” He was thinking of her remission, the battle she’d fought and won against leukemia. What would he do without her? Easing off to one side, he pulled her against him, placing his hand between them and over her tummy. “I will cherish you and our family all the days of my life.”
Libby didn’t doubt him. This was her Aron. “Thank you for marrying me.”
“Let me rest up, and we’ll do it all over again.”
“Get married?” She teased.
“No, silly.” He kissed her. “I did that wedding thing right this time, no need for do-overs.”
Cupping the side of his face, she looked deep into his eyes. “As long as you do me over and over again, we won’t have any trouble.”
“I called ‘Tag’, baby. You’re mine forever, you demanding little minx.”

HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR –
SABLE HUNTER

About sablehunter

Sable Hunter writes erotic romance. She writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges, like one of her favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can she deliver a hero. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If she can wring those emotions out of a reader, then she has done her job. She grew up in south Louisiana along the mysterious bayous where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters. The culture of Louisiana has shaped her outlook on life and made its way into her novels where the supernatural is entirely normal. Presently, Sable lives in Texas and spends most of her time in wild and wonderful Austin. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of racoons. For fun, Sable has been known to haunt cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave.She writes for Secret Cravings Publishing as well as publishes much of her own work. Join her in her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples.
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10 Responses to Winners, Sable Does Christmas and a sexy Excerpt

  1. Well Sable, this was a Christmas you will definitely remember!!! Chris will definitely remember it too! I can just picture the situation when he arrived. You do have such luck! 😉 Merry Christmas!

  2. Clare O'Beara says:

    Wow, that was fairly intense for you! I would hate being locked out in the cold. Just as well you had a gentleman calling!

  3. gmarc220 says:

    Ha! You’re the only person that can have a misfortunate situation turn into an erotic adventure! 😉
    I hope you will take time for yourself in the new year and enjoy yourself. Don’t work too hard!

  4. Bertie Welck says:

    Sable only you LOL glad you had a great time.
    Enjoy the New Year and make it a Hot and Sexy one

  5. Shirley Bastian says:

    Always enjoy reading about the adventures only you can have Sable! 🙂

  6. Oh! My!!!! I want a Christmas adventure like that.
    Yep naughty list is all good!!!!!
    Thank you Sable for sharing and such great books

  7. LOL.. no wonder your books are so much fun to read. You actually live the craziness of what you write.

  8. Tiss says:

    Loved your Christmas story. MIne wasn’t as adventurous when I locked myself out of the house, with the dog, the car keys, the cell phone inside, but I did have a cordless phone on the outside with me. But it was the day I’d served divorce papers on the spouse and I was scared he’d show up pissed. LOL. It all ended well, but he did show up.

    Loved the excerpt and have ordered the book! Merry Christmas and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

  9. ELF says:

    Somehow, I expect that experience to end up in one of your stories one of these days. I really enjoyed both your tale and the excerpt, thanks for sharing. (and hopefully, you haven’t caught a cold!). Happy New Year to you and your family!

  10. Crystal B says:

    That is some story. I’m glad it had a happy ending, stuffing all those presents in the stockings 🙂 LOL

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