Today I have Sable Hunter as a guest on my blog and she's got some venting to to! No matter the case, I love Sable and I love her books so sweet or not, I'll be reading them! ;)
Sweet. Sable? Hell Yeah!
I have decided to venture into the
world of the sweeter romance. It’s hard for me, erotic romance is very
much my comfort zone. I have a wonderful base of readers that I would
never trade for anything in the world, and I have assured them that I
will never abandon this genre. But I am also releasing my erotic books
in a toned down, (not much) version. Not eliminating the erotic – in
addition to. Why, you might ask?
It’s complicated.
I have
always been the good girl. I had a reputation for years of never
venturing outside the established boundaries of acceptable behavior in
my small-town, redneck, conservative community. In fact, I was the one
they called if they needed to discuss problems – for example – a) do I
think the Lord will return in my lifetime, b) how do I explain to my
grown son that he needs to have his family in church, or c) why can’t I
forgive myself for the mistakes I made in the past. And I would try and
help them. I was involved in several community endeavors on multiple
layers – until the day it was discovered that their sweet, friendly
neighbor was in fact Sable Hunter.
I can’t even begin to tell
you what I’ve been through. I have been made to feel like I have created
the most vile works known to man. And the sad thing was – none of the
folks yelling the loudest even bothered to read a word, they just saw
the words ‘erotic’ and attacked. I won’t go into detail, or tell you
what was said or how I am dealing with it, but it gets lonely when your
world turns against you.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not
stopping what I do. I enjoy creating sensuality and celebrating physical
love – and anyone who reads my romances know that I handle the
explicitness with respect, gentleness, lots of loving dialogue and a
complete commitment between the two parties. I have been told I write
delicious sex – and that makes me smile. Sex is never in my books for
sex’s sake, but – as we all know – sex is the way a couple demonstrates
their affection and desire and lust and - - Lord, we all do it – even
the ones who wanted to hang me in the town square – do it. But, what
gets me is that some people won’t give the work a chance, if it is a
certain heat level. And I have a story to tell, my stories and
characters and plots and energy and hope and dreams are more than just
sex.
So, I want to venture out and let the ones who wouldn’t
touch me with a ten foot pole have a chance to read my vision. My books
are me. I am on every page. All of the insecurities and fears and
fantasies are mine. But this is true of any author, we pour our very
hearts and souls into every word.
So, I’m launching the McCoy’s
into mainstream, and it’s not just about broadening my reader base or
tapping another market. It’s about proving to those who would judge me
that I can pen a love story where the message is pure, the hero is
worthy and the story is more than just a slap and a tickle with a happy
ending. My books deal with abuse and prejudice, my heroines face
obstacles like cancer and dyslexia. I delve into the world darkened by
blindness and bound by fetters of a past they have no control over. What
I yearn to do is touch people, I want to connect my heart vision to
theirs. And I have, I get letters and emails telling me that something I
said made a difference in their lives – and really, that’s the bottom
line. I want to make a difference. I don’t want to just be known as
someone who writes ‘smut’, although I will fight that notion with all
that is in me – Libby and Aron’s love is not smut, Patrick’s redemption
of Savannah is not smut, Jacob’s embracing of Jessie and her child is
not smut, Isaac’s realizing he is worthy of Avery’s love is not smut.
Beau pulling Harley back from the brink after a rape is not smut. Ethan
teaching Annalise that her scars make no difference is not smut. Ah,
well. I’ll hush now. I’ve had my say. And I thank this dear friend for
allowing me to vent.
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Please visit me - - I’m really not as crazy
as I sound (*Laci's note - She really isn't crazy, she's a sweet heart)...
Here’s the link to
Cowboy Heat - Sweeter Version
And
My Website (Sable's) And author page
Facebook
I will answer each and
every email I receive – sablehunter@rocketmail.com.
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I offer a Sweeter version for you or one for your friend – leave a comment and I’ll let Mojo nose the winning name.Here’s a glimpse into Aron and Libby’s sweeter world – haha.
Seeing
Aron reminded Libby that she needed to talk to Nathan at the first
opportunity and remind him of her temporary status. Handing Nathan his
lunch, she answered, “I sure do, Big Man. Ham and cheese sandwiches,
apple chips and lemon bars. Does that sound like something you’d like?”
Nathan stepped forward and clasped her around the waist.
“Thanks
Libs.” He had heard Aron call her that. “And thanks for helping me with
that paper last night. You are really smart. I didn’t know there were so
many different Indian tribes living in Texas so long ago. And that
program saved my life, it made everything a lot easier. I don’t know
what we ever did before you came along.”
Returning his hug, she
looked guiltily at the men watching her. Why did she feel like she was
doing something wrong? Trying to do as Aron asked, she cleared her
throat and began. ”You did just fine before I came. Miss Bess took great
care of you and when I’m gone, she’ll be right here taking good care of
you again. You know I don‘t want to leave, but I have to. This is your
home and Bess’s. I’m just merely passing through.” Patting Nathan on the
back, she looked up at Aron with a small smile and an expectant look,
seeking his approval. She was trying to do as he asked.
Aron
excused himself from his brother and whacked Nathan on the shoulder as
he left to catch the bus. His baby was looking at him with the saddest
eyes. He knew she was just doing as he had asked; she was trying to
remind Nathan that her time on Tebow would soon draw to a close. Well,
to hell with that!
He should never have asked her to distance
herself from any of them. He was a fool, and it was time this fool set
things straight. She had turned away from him and was watching Nathan
walk toward the road. He slipped up behind her and caught her back
against him. She melted into him like butter on toast.
“Did I please you?”
Turning
her in his arms, he pushed her back and back until he had her cornered
in the butler’s pantry. “You have pleased me in countless ways, Libby:
the heat of your kisses pleases me, the feel of your pebbled nipples on
my tongue pleases me...I’d say everything about you pleases the hell out
of me.” He held her flat against the wall, both of her hands captive in
one of his. Touching his forehead to hers, he pinned her down. “But I
find that what you did this morning, telling Nathan we would get along
just fine without you—that pleased me not at all.” Aron growled out the
last words.
Straining to read his expression, Libby was confused.
“I did as you asked, Aron. I reminded Nathan I was leaving, and that
Bess would be back where she belonged.”
“I know you did as I
asked, but you didn’t take one thing into consideration.” He began to
rain peppery little kisses all over her face, attempting to convey to
her how much he cherished her.
“What’s that?” He had magical
kisses. Libby arched her neck, giving him full access to her throat, and
when he dipped down to the open vee of her T-shirt, she shamelessly
thrust her breasts against him, begging for him to take his petting to
the next level.
Aron laid his head on her shoulder, allowing her
to lower her hands, and she immediately settled them around his waist.
He said nothing for a few moments, and then he spoke softly, “You didn’t
take into consideration that I am a fool...I can’t stand the thought of
you leaving. Sweetheart, I don’t ever want you to leave.” Dropping to
his knees, he nudged her shirt up with his nose and he kissed her soft,
flat belly.
Libby was shaking. Cradling his head in her hands,
she turned his face up to look at her. “Aron, it’s okay. I know Bess is
coming back, and I know there’s no legitimate place for me here.”
“You’re
wrong. There is a place for you here. In my home, in my room, in my
bed, but most importantly...in my heart.” Damn! He was about to make a
declaration in the crappin pantry. Without asking, he picked her up and
headed for the stairs.
“Aron, it’s not even eight o’clock. We
just got up, and you have to leave for an auction in less than an hour.”
Not that she was complaining, she would never, ever turn down a chance
to love on Aron.
“I realize that, but I forgot to do something
last night.” Thank goodness his door was open, so he didn’t want to slow
down long enough to open it, but he did kick it closed. “I can work
wonders in an hour.”
“Yes, you can,” she agreed with him. “You
are a master of the erotic experience, a connoisseur of caresses, an
oracle of orgasms...” Aron tackled her and for a few wonderful moments,
they wrestled around on the bed. “It’s not fair...” Libby gasped.
Aron straddled her, holding her immobile. “What’s not fair?” he queried, smiling like the devil he was.
“You’re so much bigger than me, I don’t have a chance.” Her mouth puckered into a pout, which he kissed away.
“You like me bigger,” he teased, his eyes alight with mischief, rubbing his groin against her privates.
“Well, true.” He had her full attention. Lord, he was an irresistible force.
Aron sobered, climbing off and stretching out beside her. “You like me bigger, because I can take care of you.”
She
stared into his eyes; they were the color of a summer storm. “I’ve
enjoyed that sensation, yes.” She couldn’t bring herself to say the
words which would lay claim to him. She didn’t have any right to expect
his care. She was temporary.
“Let me take care of you now,
Libby.” Slowly he undressed her, kissing each exposed area tenderly
before moving on. Next, he shed his own clothing. No words were
necessary. He knew she wanted the same thing he did.
Sitting up
on the edge of the bed, he pulled her into his lap. He placed her smooth
back to his front. Libby nestled into his lap snuggly, with a wiggle.
His organ was distended to such a degree, that when she opened her legs,
he slid right in between them, not entering her, but cradled securely
within the folds of her womanhood. Opening the drawer of his nightstand
he took out a little vial of oil. “What’s that?” Curiosity got the best
of her.
“Massage oil,” his voice was husky with desire.
“What are you going to massage?”
“You.”
“Oh.” Her breath hitched in response.
He
rubbed the oil on his hands. A little earthquake of excitement shivered
up her spine. He felt the tremble, and he chuckled, as if he knew she
was dying of anticipation. “I smell chocolate.”
“MMMMMMM, love
chocolate,” he confirmed her comment. “No, I take that back—it used to
be my favorite flavor. Now it’s number two.” Nipping her shoulder blade,
he clarified, “You’re my number one flavor. But to be specific, the
scent I’m about to massage into your soft skin is Chocolate Crème
Brule.”
“Sounds yummy.” Actually, it did. Several places on her body were calling for a taste.
He
rubbed the oil into his hands and she practically shouted hallelujah
when he cupped her breasts. From this angle all she could do was lay
back and enjoy. Dang! There were so many things to enjoy, she decided to
count the ways. One, his chest felt glorious against her back as she
slowly moved from left to right and back again. Two, those talented
hands were shaping and kneading her full round mounds of flesh as if
they were molding clay and he was creating a masterpiece. Third, her sex
was opening like a night blooming flower, aching to be claimed and
filled. “Aron, it’s too much.”
“No, it’s not.” He proceeded to
love her from head to toe. Sinking his teeth into her neck, he held her
still like a stallion would a mare. With his forefingers, he traced
circles around her nipples—wide, concentric circles that shrunk with
each lap.
“Please, please,” she begged. If he didn’t touch her
nipples, she thought she just might scream. The warmth of his hands and
her body combined to heat the fragrance so that the chocolate smelled
like hot fudge. “Nipples, Aron, please pinch my nipples.”
“My
Libby’s a little Wild-woman,” he growled approvingly. He rewarded her
boldness, sending her hormones spiraling out of control. Taking both
peaks between his fingers, he rolled them, arousing her to frantic
heights. Twisting her head back, she blindly sought his lips. Aron
feasted at her mouth, sucking on her tongue, as he manipulated her
breasts into trembling mounds of passion. Her arousal became evident,
flowing over him, proclaiming a desperate need for his brand of
possession.
In a fever-pitch, she was totally uninhibited,
abandoning all pretense of propriety. “I’ve got to have you, Aron.
Please, come inside me—I’m so empty.” She wiggled her hips in
supplication. “Take me, sweetheart, don’t make me wait. I need you so.”
Libby was pleading, begging for his love.
Aron lifted her, his
hardness seeking her heat like a moth to a flame. She opened to him, her
molten core swollen and flushed a deep rose. With a moan of relief, her
body stretched to receive the full length and breadth of his manhood.
Almost immediately she flew apart, and he literally had to hold on tight
to keep her from catapulting out of his arms. She shook, her body
shuddering with intense spasms. Aron was amazed at her ability to give
herself over to him, taking whatever he offered and giving him more than
he ever dreamed he could demand. “Good girl.”
Her unmitigated
enthusiasm was a powerful aphrodisiac. Aron became a mad man, his hips
pistoning in and out of her like an out of control jack-hammer. Laying
back, flat on the bed, he pulled Libby back with him. “Stay with me,
Cowgirl,” he encouraged as he bent his knees to give her body something
to push down against. Using her breasts as the world’s most glorious
hand-holds, he moved her up and down on top of him, her back sliding up
and down the full length of his torso. Wrapping a leg over each of his,
she moved in rhythm with him until he bellowed his fulfillment. Shivers
and jerks of pure pleasure made her whole body quiver in response to his
powerful climax. They lay quietly for a time, until he coaxed her to
turn over on top of him. There was something he had to say, and there
was no better time than the present. “Libby, look at me.”
She was
wonderfully sated, but lifted her eyes to meet his. Unable to resist,
she shifted upward to place her lips softly on his. One sweet heartbeat
later, she whispered, “You have made me so happy, Aron.”
