Guest Post with Author Sable Hunter and Giveaway

Today I would like to welcome to RFTC, author Sable Hunter. Sable has stopped by to chat about her newest release I'll See You in My Dreams. Please give Sable a warm welcome.

My hometown will always be New Orleans. I love the culture of Louisiana and it permeates everything I do. Now, I live in the big state of Texas and like most southern women, I love to cook southern food – especially Cajun and Tex-Mex. I also love to research the supernatural, but don’t tell anyone.

I love intimacy and my favorite erogenous zones are my nipples and the nape of my neck. One of my fantasies is to have my beloved rub an orchid lightly over every part of my body. Hope that’s not too much information – although, I do enjoy giving you ideas. . . . .

About my writing – As most of you know, I write erotic romance. I write what I like to read and enjoy putting my fantasies on paper. My stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges; like one of my favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can I deliver a hero. One of the best compliments that I ever received from a reader was that I write ‘luscious sex’ – my aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If I can wring those emotions out of a reader, then I have done my job.

So, please join me in my world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of my heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples.

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VALENTINE’S MUSINGS – LUST OR LOVE

When I was a teenager, my mother was an insatiable movie buff. She would make me sit and watch the classics, old movies – movies with Humphrey Bogart and Doris Day (loved Doris Day and Rock Hudson movies). We would have movie nights with popcorn and rasinets. Jess would lie on the floor and critique them, just like he does now. But one night - - - when it came movie night - - she sent me to my room. !!!!! I asked her ‘why’ and she said that the movie was inappropriate for us kids.

Well, you might as well have said ‘sic em’ to a dog, cause there was no way I was going to miss out on what was ‘inappropriate’. I used to wear these granny gowns that were made out of flannel and they reached to the floor. We had wood floors, and I had mastered the art of stealth move. The Bible says ‘on thy belly shalt thy go’ and while God was referring to the fallen serpent, I took Him literally. I could scoot on my tummy soundlessly, making my way from my room to the living room, where I could hide behind the couch and peep around at the TV screen. I knew I could. I had done it before.

I couldn’t imagine what I would be seeing, I envisioned hordes of naked people cavorting in meadows and having sex indiscriminately. At fifteen I didn’t really have a clear picture in my head what that would be like – but I sure wanted to see it for myself. I made sure Jess was asleep, at seven years old, he didn’t need to learn the ways of the world beyond seeing the cows and horses fooling around – and he thought they were playing. So, when it came movie time – I let Mom get settled down and then I made my move.

My mother wasn’t the best housekeeper in the world, so I collected dust bunnies along the way. It reminded me of one Easter Sunday when I was about Jess’s age and bedecked out in frills and lace. I had gotten away from my mom at church and crawled beneath the pews, between people’s legs, all the way to the back. When someone finally nabbed me, I wasn’t pink and clean anymore – I was grungy and I got my tail spanked.

When I settled down at the corner of the couch, I scotched up till I could see the screen. She had the lights out and I could smell popcorn, my stomach started to growl and I was afraid I was going to be discovered. But no, she was enthralled. When I got my first peek at the television set, I was mesmerized to find that the title was LUST IN THE DUST. My naughty sensors went up and I smiled to myself, this was going to be good.

Now as the movie progressed, I was bored. It was not rated X – it was rated R – and as far as I could tell, they were just making fun of Clint Eastwood. Oh, it hinted at sex, but it didn’t really show anything. I had wanted to see passion, devotion – steam engines colliding and fireworks exploding. I was disappointed. Lust had left me cold. Eventually, I scooted back to my room and found something else to amuse myself.

I thought about that later, when I grew up - the difference between lust and love is immense. I worked at an engineering firm in southeast Texas for a while. I became friends with one of the men there, he called himself Andrew Meche from Bayou Teche (pronounced mesh and tesh) – he was funny. We were talking about falling in love one day – he had been married three times, so I assumed he understood the emotion. And he surprised me – he said – No, he had never been in love, but he had been in lust three times. Since he was coming on to me at the time, I figured I was in the running to be number four. It didn’t interest me. Lust left me cold.

Oh, I wanted to be lusted after – every woman wants to be desired and bring a man to his knees in heated arousal. But I want more. I’ve often thought about the difference between love and lust. Lust is chemical, incited by visual or tactile stimulation – you can lust after someone, yet not feel a thing for them. I’m greedy, I want it all. The perfect combination of love and lust is what we all want. We are complex individuals – we are not just body and we’re not just soul, we’re both. I’m not going to preach you a sermon, but there is part of you that feels and loves and thinks and will live on long after this body ceases to exist. That is the part that loves.

You know how love feels – it’s when you put him first – in everything. It’s when you would die for him, if it became necessary. Love is when you’d rather be with him than breathe. When you couple that desperation to adore with sexual hunger – you have an explosion that lust can’t even begin to match. I try to write stories like that – stories that have romance and love as the focus and sex as the icing. Oh, my readers enjoy the sex I write – some call it delicious and others call it tenderporn – either way I try to create characters that people can relate to and dream about.

Here’s an excerpt from I’ll See You In My Dreams – latest in the Hell Yeah! Series.

WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT:

He stared at her, making Presley the slightest bit uncomfortable. “You were such a good teacher, do you miss it?”

“In some ways I do, teaching students like you made the lower salary and long hours worthwhile. It always bothered me that you weren’t offered a job right out of law school.”

“It bothered me, too,” she admitted with a sigh. “But things happen for a reason.” Truthfully, she wouldn’t trade having met Zane for ten jobs.

“I agree, perhaps our running into one another today is a sign.”

“Do you think so?” she didn’t understand.

“Presley, I have put together some of the brightest and best minds in the state, and I would love to talk to you seriously about joining Maddow & Lawton if you would consider moving to Dallas.”

“I’m flattered, thank you.” She didn’t know what else to say, the future was so uncertain at this point.

“Here’s my card. You call me night or day and I’ll get you moved – all expenses paid. Are you married?”

A deep growling sound behind her caused her to glance back. It was Zane clearing his throat – sort of. “No, she’s not married – yet.
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“Zane, I’m so glad you’re here. Charles this is Zane Saucier, my boss. Zane, this is Charles Maddow, he was one of my law professors at UT.”

“I graduated UT and I don’t remember you.”

“You probably graduated right before I came.”

Why was Zane scowling so? “Charles was a wonderful teacher, but he has his own firm in Dallas now.”

“Yea, I just offered Presley a job.”

Zane moved in behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Charles looked from him to her and back again.

“Presley has a job,” Zane ground out. “Are you ready to go up to our room, Baby?”

Charles raised his eyebrows and Presley suppressed a smile. Zane was jealous! He was also about as subtle as an earthquake. “Yes, I’m ready.” Holding out her hand, she said goodbye to Charles. “I’m so glad to have seen you. Perhaps we’ll see one another again before the conference is over. And thanks for the job offer, I am honored that you would consider me.”

“The offer is still open; let me know if you change your mind.” The last two or three words were said as Zane propelled her out of the restaurant and toward their suite. “Are we in a hurry?”

“Rex is hungry.” They moved outdoors and around by the pool.

“Do we know where we’re going?” She trusted both man and dog, but it didn’t look like they were headed toward the cabins.

“Yes, I got directions and Rex and I checked in earlier. I cancelled that extra room. Now, we’re in the honeymoon suite close to the water.” Zane knew he was being surly, but he was so jealous he couldn’t see straight.

All right, she was a woman. And women were supposed to be able to calm the savage beast. “I want you, Zane.”

“You have me.” With minimum effort, he opened the door. “We need to talk – soon, but first things first.”

Releasing the dog into the room, he shut the door and immediately pinned her to the wall. “You won’t be accepting any other offers, but mine.” Without waiting for permission, he took both of her wrists and held them over her head.

“Zane,” she whimpered, repeating herself, “I want you.”

For an answer, he nipped her upper lip, then soothed the spot with his tongue. “Open for me,” he directed, his heavy thighs pushing between her own. With forearms resting on either side of her head, he held his body away from hers just enough to allow her to breathe. Presley was painfully aroused, her nipples and clit swollen and aching for his touch. She could feel his long, thick cock pressing against her pelvis and all she wanted was to wrap her legs around him and beg him to take her.

Zane’s lips rubbed against her cheek, a hot velvet caress. She turned her head and joined her lips to his. God, she was so hungry for him!

When he heard her breath hitch in her throat, he knew she was as turned on as he was. “You’re gonna spread those pretty thighs for me, aren’t you, Baby? Are you gonna give me what I want?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. He ran one big hand between her legs and curled his fingers around the crotch of the tiny lace panties she wore and tore them like tissue paper. “Oh, God,” she sighed.

Zane could feel her juices begin to flow and he rubbed her slit, massaging it, teasing her clit.

“Take your cock out.”

Zane couldn’t see her, but he knew exactly how she looked. Presley was flushed, her eyes were glazed with passion and her lips were trembling with pure desire. Granting her request, he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out and she stood on tiptoe to give him better access.

“Touch me.”

Zane chuckled, his baby knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. With cock in hand, he drug the wide mushroom head through the cream in her slit causing her to gasp and groan. When he pushed it over the little speed-bump of her clit, she jerked and pushed toward him.

“Please.”

“Your pussy’s as hot as a firecracker, Angel. How much do you want me?” he asked as he repeated the intimate caress.

“Bad,” was all she could mutter.

“Do you want me to slide in slow? Could I make you scream?”

Pulling one wrist from his grasp, she wrapped her arm around her neck and one leg around his knee. “I’m desperate, please. Fuck me!” she wailed.

Not wanting to disappoint his lady, he fit himself to her small entrance and rocked his hips forward, impaling her. “Mercy!” She was so tight; tunneling into her heat was the closest thing to heaven he’d ever know.

“Oh, Zane,” she laid her head on his shoulder. They were both still dressed and she thought it was sexy as hell. As always, the pleasure was too much. Presley’s senses were swamped with his scent, his sexiness, his extreme maleness. With sure, deep thrusts he took her. She could feel her sheathe contract and ripple, accepting him.

“Look down, tell me how we look joined.” Zane was hungry for more of her; he didn’t want to miss a thing.

Presley gazed down to see them together. “It’s beautiful, we’re beautiful.” He didn’t stop, but continued to pull out and push in. “You are so thick, and I’m stretched open and when you pull out, your cock is shiny wet. I love how it sounds.” When she added that dimension, he pumped harder and focused on the slap of their bodies together, the suction of their union. “More! Harder! It’s just too good!”

She didn’t have to beg, but he loved to hear it. His hunger was overpowering, yet he relished every stroke, every moment inside her tender wet heat. She arched her back and he felt her tits – the tip ends hard.

Bending his head, he covered the whole areola with his mouth, sucking at her through the thin layers of material.

“I’m fixing to cum.” She could feel herself losing it; her pussy began to spasm, closing around the hard length of his erection. God, she could feel it all. When he was connected to her in this erotic dance, she felt whole. He was the missing piece of her world.

Zane pounded inside of her, so hard they were jarring the damn door. Good thing there was no one on the other side. “Do . . . You . . . Love . . . Me?” He bit the words out, almost tortured as if her response was the key to everything.

Sometimes there is no room for anything but truth, so as her climax raged out of control, she clung to him and gave him all she had – her love. “Yes, God yes. I love you, Zane.” A rough, low groan erupted from his chest as tremors began to shake his body. Presley just held him tighter as his semen shot up inside of her body. “I love you, always and forever.” She cupped his head and kissed him, hoping for the impossible.

Zane Saucier is handsome, brilliant, powerful, a practicing cowboy and a successful attorney, but he cannot see. Presley Love is smart, intrepid, and attractive, but she wants not to be seen. Through legal battles, family affairs, and a fight to make it in the world, these two unlikely partners discover a true love greater than any obstacle. No wall is too massive, no problem is too indomitable, and no eye sees as clearly as the heart.

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