SPRING IS BUSTIN’ OUT ALL OVER: SABLE HUNTER

Spring on Tebow Ranch
When spring comes to Texas it is an all-out celebration.  The bluebonnets come out and the whole Hill Country comes alive with over five hundred varieties of wild flowers.  Of course, most of this is natural but we have First Lady Ladybird Johnson and actress Helen Hayes to thank for the fact that the state and many of its people take the preservation and spread of wildflowers seriously.  Austin is also a bystop on a butterfly migration route so we all plant flowers that attracts the butterflies so they will stop and pay us a visit on their journey to South America.
 At our ranch, spring is the time when many calves and colts are born.  This is a party for me.  You see, I name everybody.  If you’re born on our ranch you get treated to the Sable special.  I greet you on your birthday, I kiss you till you squench your face up in protest and then I give you a name.  I’m a good namer.  With the horses, I gravitate toward the more exotic names, since we raise Arabians, Golden Palaminos and Appaloosas.  On a contest not too long ago for a book that I was giving away, I actually let my readers help me name a palamino that was born a little early.  The vote was clear and we named the little foal – Shalimar.  Now, our cattle are registered so they have to have fancy names – but I usually shorten them to something manageable and cute.  For example one fancy Longhorn’s name was Whilimena Ernestine, but I called her Spot – because she was spotted.  Well, there you go.  My animals all get to know me and they learn that they can count on me for a scratch behind the ears and a treat.  So, when I go out on the ranch – the animals come out of hiding and follow me around.  The ranch hands are so jealous – they work and they work to get the animals to go where they want and do what they want and when I walk out, it’s like Ellie Mae Clampett has arrived – all the critters come running and flock around me like I’m the Pied Piper of the Central Texas.  
Another great thing about spring for me is two great celebrations:  Mardi Gras in New Orleans and South by South West in Austin.  Jason and I love to party and we can be found often on two famous streets – Bourbon and Sixth Street.  Now, I know you all know about Mardi Gras and Bourbon Street and there’s nothing like it – I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  I love NOLA – when Katrina hit, I thought the world was ending.  But – when I’m in Texas – Austin is a wonderful, wonderful place to hang out.  Sixth Street is Austin’s Bourbon.  It is full of great clubs, bars, saloons and festivals happen there year round.  The great South by South West Festival is a huge music happening that showcases up and coming bands.  You can meet musicians here and then say you knew them ‘back when’ when they become famous.  There is not place better for just having a good time than Austin and New Orleans.  Is it any wonder that I write erotic romances for a living – I’ve been raised with the philosophy that life is only worth living if you’re having a good time.  SO LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!  Laissez les bons temps rouler.
 In the world of erotic romances, spring will bring two releases for me.  BOBBY DOES DALLAS which is a sequel to Scarlet Fever and my much awaited HER MAGIC TOUCH which is the third in the Hell Yeah! Series,  sequel to Cowboy Heat and Hot On Her Trail.  So, I wish for you a great spring – warm sunshine, cool breezes, lots of romances and NO ALLERGIES!
Come visit me at sablehunter.com and email me anytime at sablehunter@rocketmail.com.
The book that I would like to promote is HOT ON HER TRAIL and here is a little excerpt that shows another little someone that will be born in the spring – Bowie Travis McCoy.  He may have his own book someday.
Excerpt:
Jacob’s whole body trembled in her arms.  He still held her high and lifted up, and she could still feel his manhood throbbing with release deep with her.  Oh, God. Oh, God.  Oh, God. Squeezing her eyes shut, Jessie was horrified that she had blurted out her feelings.  She had just screamed her love for him.  Out loud.  Never had she intended to burden Jacob with unwanted declarations of love. 
She expected for him to put her down, but he didn’t.  Instead he strode out of the bathroom, dripping water, until he came to the bed.  Laying her down, he walked back to the bathroom and returned with two oversize bath towels.  She reached for one, but he held it out of her reach, away from her.  “Uh-uh – this is my rodeo, baby.”  Gently, he dried her off; paying special attention to her tender places.  As he did, he studied her face – his expression baffled Jessie.  If she had to put a name to it – it would be – adoration.  His eyes were warm and intense; he never took his gaze off of her.  A big smile lit up his whole face – Jessie didn’t know what to think.  After he was satisfied that they were both dry, he lay down beside her and propped his head up on one strong hand.  His big body completely overshadowed her, making her feel small, warm and protected. 
“Okay, lamb-chop.  Now, that we’re not in the throes of passion, would you care to repeat what you told me earlier?”  Jacob was so afraid that what she said had been borne more of sexual satisfaction and less of heartfelt emotion.  He held his breath, waiting to hear what the verdict would be.  Did she love him?  And what would he do if she didn’t?
Jessie groaned.  She turned her head away from him, embarrassed to look him in the face.
Jacob’s heart sank.  “You didn’t mean it, Jess?  You don’t love me?”
Jessie debated with herself.  This was an opportunity to save face.  She could tell him that it was just the sex talking, or she could own up to the greatest truth of her life.  A turmoil of emotion swept over her, but when she faced Jacob, the uncertainty on his face melted all her reservations.  “I love you,” she said simply.  His grip on her arm tightened, and something flared in his eyes.  She didn’t dare try to analyze his expression.  She didn’t want to hear his gentle letdown.  Cupping her palm over his mouth, she staunched his flow of words.  “Let me finish,” she insisted.  Unable to stay still, she was up and off the bed on the opposite side from him before he could stop her. 
“Don’t leave me.”
“I need to say this, and I can’t look at you or touch you while I say it.“ Jessie began to pace.  Realizing she was naked, she picked up the black dress off the floor and pulled it over her head.  “I love you,” she repeated herself.  “I love you more than I ever knew I was capable of loving anyone.  My life hasn’t been full of affection – my father, who truly loved me, died when I was very young.  I was a major disappointment to my mother, and not only did she never let me forget it – she withheld her affection because of it.  Circumstances of my life and my own personal failings have kept love from me – but then, the miracle of our baby and you came along and changed all that.”
Jacob was on pins and needles.  As much as he wanted to hear her say that she loved him, he didn’t want her to love him just because he might be the father of her baby.  He remembered that she had expressed that same fear – and he had dismissed her feelings as irrelevant.  Now, he knew better. 
Jessie stopped pacing and hugged herself tightly – she always did this when she felt lonely or overwhelmed.  Basically, she hugged herself because she wasn’t used to anyone else being there to do it for her.  Until Jacob.  Taking a deep breath, she faced him – but she forced herself to look over his head, she couldn’t look him in the eye.  “I love you,” she repeated.  “But I had no right to just blurt it out like that.”
He got up off the bed.  She heard him putting on his pants, the belt buckle clanked against the snaps on his blue jeans.  Was he leaving?  Had she scared him off completely?  Then, she heard him walking across the floor toward her.  Every cell of her body was in the flight mode, her feet could scarcely stay still.  Before he reached her, she turned away and let the rest of her feelings tumble out.  “I give it to you as a gift, with no strings attached and no expectations for it to be returned.”  There.  She said it. 
It was quiet in the room. 
Jessie froze.
Where was he?
Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“Jessie?” She steeled her spine.  He was right behind her.  “Turn around, baby.”  Slowly, she turned.  God.  He was on his knees at her feet.  “Jessie, sweetheart.  I love you.  I adore you.  I worship the ground that you walk on.”  He grasped both of her hands in his and he kissed each palm.  “And like you, I don’t want to be loved just for our baby’s sake.  I want to be loved for me.” 
Wrapping her arms around him, Jessie lavished him with love and kisses.  “You are loved.  For you.  I love our child.  I want our child.  But, you – you are more important to me than anything.”  She punctuated each word with a kiss. 
Laughing, Jacob finally got her settled down enough to kiss her properly.  “You have made me so happy, baby.  Will you marry me, Jess?  I know we haven’t known each other but a few days – but I know all I need to know to recognize that you’re the love of my life.  My heart recognized you from the moment I saw you in the barn – my bare-naked angel.”
“How can you say that, Jacob?”  She knelt with him.  He held her hands, weaving their fingers together.  “You do realize that compared to you, I’m a nobody.  I worked as a maid, Jacob.  I cleaned offices and bathrooms for a living.”
Softly, he placed his lips to hers.  “Hush, sweetness.  You’re perfect.  There’s one job that you do – and you do it very well.  In fact you’re the only person in the world that’s qualified to do it.”
Jessie kissed his cheek.  He was the sweetest man in the entire world.  And he was hers?  “What job is that, Jacob?”
“You make me happy,” he whispered to her.  “You’re the only person in the world that can make me perfectly, outrageously happy.”  Cuddling her up to him, he reminded her.  “I asked you a question?  Are you going to marry me, Jess?  Will you be my wife?”
Jessie placed her cheek over his heart, listening to its strong resounding beat.  His heart belonged to her.  It was a miracle.  “Yes,” she answered him.  “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Sable Hunter writes three types of erotic romances.  She writes under two different pseudonyms.  Her hometown is New Orleans, Louisiana.  Currently, she lives in the Hill Country of Texas, near Austin.  She is married to Jason Hunter and they have thousands of cows, hundreds of horses, dozens of cats and one dog.  Oh, and they are proud parents of one precious little boy!  She loves her Kindle and at present it is full of almost 800 erotic romances.  She loves to cook, read, travel in their RV and ghost hunt.  In the spring, her home sits in a field of bluebonnets.

       

Comments

  1. Great Post! I love the fact that you name the cows something fancy and then give them nicknames…….
    Your ranch sounds like a fun place to visit (you notice I said visit and not work…lol) and it sounds like you know where to go to have a good time!
    Thanks for the excerpt! Definitely adding your new books to my list

    junegirl63(at)gmail(dot)com

  2. Springtime in your part of the world must be pretty amazing. Enjoyed reading your excerpt, another great story to add to my list!

    skpetal at hotmail dot com

  3. Don’t you just love it when the bluebonnets are out and the fields and roadsides are transformed Sable!?!
    I do! I adore living in Texas! She is magnificent, in all her harsh beauty and glory!
    I love your description of your ranch and the critters and animals that come running and follow the Piped Piperess of Central Texas! What a picture!
    Great except, I look forward to reading more of your work!
    Thanks for sharing.

  4. Thanks for the excerpt.

    bc428(at)juno(dot)com

  5. Hey Sable,

    Great posting. Love your books.

    Terra
    tpen89@charter.net

  6. What a sweet excerpt!
    castings at mindspring dot com

  7. I really enjoyed your post. You are a new author for me unless I have read something by one of your pseudonyms. Your ranch sounds great, I bet it very lovely and alot of work. I live in South Louisiana, have for over 30 years, love Mardi Gras and Bourbon Street!
    I have never been to Austin, but all the other big cities in Texas I have visited.

    Judy
    magnolias_1[at]msn[dot]com

  8. Texas sounds beautiful in the spring!

  9. Spring sounds so nice there!
    chey127 at hotmail dot com

  10. Sable you gave us such a wonderful description of springtime in Texas. And that excerpt was just perfect, I love your dialogue.

    caity_mack at yahoo dot com

  11. Loved the excerpt. I just adore Texas and it has been year since I’ve been there. I think it’s time for another visit and see some relatives.

    Thanks,
    Tracey D
    booklover0226 at gmail dot com

  12. I enjoued the look at Springtime in Texas. You give it a personality all its own.

    nancyg997@gmail.com

  13. Wow! Another item for my wish list, another author to be on the look for, now if only I could buy every book I want, and have more time to read.
    What’s that saying? I might not have been born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could?
    lisa gk at yahoo dot com

  14. Spring sounds lovely!

  15. I love that you give your animals their own unique names and love them so much 🙂 Spring at your home sounds like heaven to me 🙂 I always wish I lived on a farm or ranch and could have all the animals I ever wanted, especially pigs 🙂
    Thanks for the great post! And great excerpt! Your book is going on my TBR list for sure 🙂
    Ashley A
    ash_app@hotmail.com

  16. Enjoyed your post and good luck with all future releases. Looking forward to reading more.

    lenikaye@yahoo.com

  17. I totally want to visit your ranch! And i love how the cows have fancy names

  18. I grew up on a small farm in Oklahoma and raised many different animals. I live in Chicago now. I wish I could go back to living in a rural area.

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