1. Will you tell us a little about yourself?
My name is Rebecca Schaefer. Sable Hunter is my penname. I live in Austin, TX. I have two dachshunds and a very small family. My lifestyle is reclusive, I am a very private person. I write romance of all varieties, mostly cowboy with suspense elements and lots of hot to-die-for sex. I’ve written almost 50 books in seven series, my most popular is the Hell Yeah! I am fortunate enough to be a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. My hobbies are ghost hunting and traveling. I travel to research my books.
2. Why did you start to write?
I’ve always enjoyed storytelling. I’ve done it orally in several capacities as a public speaker. I also like a particular kind of book – the strong alpha male brought to his knees by a woman who doesn’t think she’s perfect, but he thinks she’s perfect for him. I enjoy weaving stories about people with challenges. So, when I couldn’t find a book I wanted to read, I would write my own.
Have you always longed to write a book or was there a trigger? Writing was something I always dreamed of doing, but I was too practical – an accountant of all things. What triggered me was trying to entice a younger member of my family to write. I knew that was where his talent lay, so I challenged him to get a book published. Well, it didn’t work for him, but it did for me– the one I wrote began to sell – – and the rest, as they say – is history.
3. What sort of books do you write? Fully plotted contemporary romance with suspenseful elements, and sometimes a touch of the paranormal. Most of my books are cowboy, some are Cajun and a few are other things like firemen or military. But all have the distinction of having an alpha male with a heart of gold. Plus I add lots of delicious sex. But I do pride myself in the fact that you can remove the sex and still have a full, complete and entertaining story. The sex moves the plot, it isn’t gratuitous. I have a friend who says they come to my books for the sex and they stay for the story. That’s a compliment.
Why did you choose that particular genre? Because it’s what I like to read and there is great value in a book that entertains, makes you feel good about yourself and teaches you something at the same time. I try to work those elements in. I research places, events, history and folklore to add extra dimension to my stories.
4. How autobiographical are your stories? Well, I wouldn’t say autobiographical, unless you count the insecurities of the heroines – they are all mine. But…there are family stories, funny things, paranormal happenings, and inside jokes in my books. If you do something around me that’s noteworthy, it makes it into a book. If you do something crazy – it makes it into a book. If I get mad at you, I make you a villain and kill you off. If I have a crush, you become the hero. THIS STUFF HAS TO COME FROM SOMEWHERE!
5. Have you a favourite setting for your stories? Yes, Central Texas and South Louisiana. There is nowhere more beautiful than the Texas Hill Country. It’s cowboy country, but it’s also hip and ritzy and artistic. I love it here. South Louisiana is mysterious, romantic and a place where the supernatural is considered normal. I have the best of both worlds.
I write what I know, they are my home stomping grounds. One of the greatest compliments I receive is when I get letters saying that a person from another part of the US or the world is coming to Texas and Louisiana to see the places that I wrote about.
6. Do you ever fall for your characters? All the time. If I don’t fall for them, how can I expect anyone else to? I have a type. Most women do. So, all of my male characters have similar features and personalities. I fantasize about them. I dream about them. I write series so I can revisit them – I don’t want to let them go, so I don’t.
7. Do your characters ever surprise you? Of course they do. I create them, but they have a certain element of free will. I remember when I was writing MY ALIYAH about these hard-headed, tough as nails Texas Ranger – alpha as they come. He fell for this Mossad Agent that had been hired to protect him and they almost killed one another at the beginning. Then, when I wasn’t looking – I caught that rascal sneaking in with a bunch of wild flowers behind his back. Well…I let him do it and it worked – she let him into her bed. Ha!
8. How do you get yourself in the mood for writing? HA! I get hungry. My writing is how I live, that’s incentive enough. But…. I turn on the TV, I have to have noise but I hate for music to be playing, it annoys the heck out of me. I’d rather have the cooking channel or QVC or the blooming news than music. I get a cup of coffee or a diet coke and put it on the table beside me. I get comfortable – a sundress, usually – no shoes! And I get a dog in the chair with me and I’M GOOD TO GO!
9. What is the strangest place you have written in?
I write my books and run my little empire from the recliner, which is strange enough. But I tend to write wherever I am. I don’t compose stories in a notebook, I’m too lazy. But I do write down ideas, even dialogue when in a restaurant or in the car – I’ve even done it IN CHURCH! Which when you write what I do, is probably a SIN! At home, I’ve tried the ‘dragon’ where you talk instead of type, and that worked out well until I discovered the dogs were in the background and they were picking up their voices also – so it went something like this: He pulled her flush against him, she could feel his massive BARK BARK erection pressed up against her hungry core. She rubbed again him, pressing her BARK BARK hungry nipples BARK BARK against his hard BARK BARK chest. – – – didn’t work.
10. Have you ever experienced ‘writer’s block’ and how did you cope with it?
I refuse to acknowledge it. I call it ‘getting stuck’. And when I get stuck on one book, I go to another one until the jam in my imagination loosens and then I continue on.
11. Describe your perfect first date.
I never had a perfect first date unless I fantasized it and wrote about it. So, that’s what I’ll do here. I am old fashioned. I like the idea of meeting someone and them asking for my phone number. I want him to call and talk awhile, then ask me out for coffee. Taking it slow keeps the passion on simmer. After we go through the phone call and coffee and the chemistry is still there, I would like to be asked out for dinner. I live on the river and a dinner cruise is very romantic. Afterward, a walk by the river and if he’s very good….I might ask him back to my house for a ‘night-cap’ – which would include no sex, but I might make out on the couch. Ha!
12. If you could live anywhere in the world where would you choose and why?
I live in Austin, right on the Colorado River within spitting distance of Matthew McConaughey, I am where I want to be. My books are set here, my family lives here. I have 6th Street, Whole Foods, Lake Travis, Texas wine country and all the BBQ I can eat.
1. Chocolate or ice-cream? Chocolate ice cream. Actually, I’m on a no-sugar diet, but I do buy low carb cheesecake.
2. Favourite tipple. I’m sorry, I don’t have a clue as to what a tipple is. I’ll have to look it up. AH! An alcoholic drink! Maybe they should call it a TIPSY instead of a TIPPLE. That would make more sense to me…but to answer the question – A FREAKIN’ MARGARITA!
3. Seaside or forest? I lived most of my life in Deep East Texas in the piney woods on a swamp BUT we were only two hours north of Galveston….so I shall say both.
4. Rain or sun? Rain, every time. I don’t like bright sunshine, it hurts my eyes. Part vampire.
5. Christmas or birthday? HALLOWEEN! Christmas is okay, my birthday is a non-event.
6. Elegant or comfortable clothes? Comfortable clothes. Dresses, usually. Never socks and most of the time…no underwear!
7. TV or cinema? TV – I like to binge watch TV shows like Scandal, Suits, Newsroom, Proof. If I go to the movies, it’s to see a scary show like Insidious or something like that, so I mostly go around Halloween – which is my favorite holiday!
8. Laptop or notebook for writing? Laptop. Who wants to do things twice? If you write it in a notebook, you have to transcribe.
9. Nail colour? Natural or very dark.
10. Dom, sub or switch? I am a submissive in bed, a dom everywhere else.
11. Bondage or spanking? Hmmmmm – – spank me, I like to touch
12. Leather or lace? In Texas, they go together. Lace dresses, leather cowboy boots and a fringed leather jacket.
A loner by choice and a renegade by nature.
Rogue is living up to his name. He’s lived life on his own terms, doing everything from team-roping in college, Texas Hold ‘em champion to founding his own company, Lone Wolf Oil.
Everything he’s accomplished has been in spite of Dusty Walker, a man who sired four sons by four women – none of them his wife. Rogue might be following in his father’s footsteps, but he is nothing like his father.
And he never will be if he can help it.
When he flies to Kansas for the reading of Dusty’s will, three brothers and a quarter interest in a half-billion dollar business aren’t all he finds…Rogue feels like he’s been hit by a tornado after he walks into a room and finds a woman in his bed. Not just any woman, either…
The last time he saw Kit Ross, she was racing off in her truck leaving him naked and hard by the side of the road. Of course, he deserved it; he’d hurt her. To say she wasn’t happy to see him was an understatement. And when he wins her ranch with a good poker hand, the game is on.
It’s not just poker that’s being played. They can’t keep their hands off one another. Rogue doesn’t know if he has room in his life for family and love. He doesn’t know if he can be trusted with people’s hearts and happiness. What if he’s more like Dusty Walker than he ever knew?
The Sons of Dusty Walker. Four brothers – one tainted legacy and a wild, wild ride.
They laughed and rode on. Rogue asked intelligent questions. He wanted to know what services and guides they provided and what White-Wing charged. “Do you process the deer for the guests?”
“Yes and there’s a cook provided for their overnight camping trips, if they choose to rough it rather than returning to the cabins.” To Kit’s surprise, he kept making notes on his phone. And when they rode across the fields to get nearer to where the pheasant nested, he took photos.
“We need to get a professional photographer out here. I think we need to make up some brochures and buy some advertising in Garden and Gun, maybe Southern Living or Texas Monthly.” He named some well-known periodicals. When Kit looked skeptical, he eased her mind. “This is something else I’ll take care of. Investments like these are what’s going to make the difference between a full house and vacancies.”
Kit knew he was right. “I guess I don’t have the best head for business.”
“Nonsense.” Rogue shook his head as he looked around. “Your vision was spot on. All we need to do is let people know about it. Next we’ll work on the website and some social media.” When he saw her amazed look, he winked. “I don’t know how to do this stuff. But when I got Lone Wolf off the ground, there was this young guy back in Austin who established an online platform for me. I’m sure the same type rules will apply.”
For the first time in a long time, the knot in Kit’s insides seemed to loosen. “I’m not sure how I can ever thank you. All of this is so unexpected. You didn’t have to do any of it, you didn’t owe me anything.”
Reaching over, he took her horse’s reins and tugged the mare closer. When he had her near, he leaned over and kissed her. “I never do anything I don’t want to. And I want to do this.” He captured her lips again and kissed her until the horse danced away, forcing their mouths apart.
Kit didn’t say anything as they turned to ride toward the lake. Rogue took the lead on the trail and she hung back, the fingers of one hand covering her lips where he’d kissed her.
For the next hour, she showed him the docks and fish cleaning stations, the trail that led around the lake for horseback riding and the area far away from the livestock that had been designed for skeet and target shooting. Finally, they ended up at a shady area near the lake. Dismounting, she raised her arms over her head and stretched. The hem of her shirt rose where he could see a strip of tanned, smooth skin. As she flexed, her breasts were thrust out and Rogue felt his cock respond. This erection wasn’t due to any oil beneath the ground, it was due to the sexy woman at his side
“Well, what do you think?” she finally asked.
“About what?” He teased, knowing full well what she meant.
Giving him a smirk, she expounded. “What do you think about the ranch, partner? Are you still willing to make the investment?”
“I am. I’ll get Zane on the papers as soon as we get back to the lodge.”
“Are you ready for a picnic?” She took the basket from behind her saddle.
“I’m hungry all right.” As she spread out a blanket and sat down the wicker container, Rogue untied a length of rope from his saddle.
“Are you coming?” Kit asked as she bent over.
“Soon,” Rogue whispered as he twirled the rope over his head and let it go, smiling as it gently settled over her shoulders. Before she knew it, he tightened the rope. “Gotcha.”
“Rogue!” Kit squealed as he took her by surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Flirting with you, is it working?” he asked as he threw one leg over the horse, stepping down, never letting go of the rope.
“Maybe.” She gave him a sly little smile. “You’ve caught me, now what are you going to do with me?”
Going to her, Rogue walked up behind her, wrapped her in his arms and pulled her back flush to his front. Pressing his cheek to hers, he answered, “That depends on how much privacy we have out here.”
Kit smiled, all of her female parts perking up at the possibilities. “Almost total. No one has any reason to come anywhere close today.”
Sliding his hand to her neck, he tilted her head back, brushing his thumb over her lower lips. “Good, because you’re impossible to resist.”
Kit’s stomach bottomed out. She looked up at him, drowning in his eyes. Her heart was pounding. “Rogue…” she whispered, shocked at herself at what she wanted him to do. She wasn’t certain if he truly cared for her or if he was still, in his own way, trying to make up for past mistakes. Did it really matter?
“Kiss me, Kit,” he whispered. Collaring her throat, Rogue angled her head and began to devour her mouth. Taking command of the kiss, he ravished her with lips and tongue. His chest eclipsed her back, she felt small and helpless, at his mercy. Tremors of excitement shook her to the core as he crushed her mouth with his and left her with no question as to who was in charge of her pleasure.
Knowing he didn’t need the rope to keep her in his arms, he gently removed it, turning her in his embrace. She tasted like sunshine, spring and desire. He rubbed his face on her skin, knowing he’d leave a mark – and liking it. “Lie with me,” he instructed, guiding Kit to her back on the blanket. Taking her wrists, Rogue pulled them over her head, holding them securely in the grip of one hand.
“I love kissing you,” she murmured just before he delved deep, taking complete possession of her mouth, laving and seducing her with his tongue. His other hand wasn’t idle, he palmed her breast, flicked her nipple, then moved to grasp her hip, holding her still.
Beneath him Kit writhed, bucking upward, wishing she could get closer. Her head spun and her heart took flight. The only thing tethering her to the earth was Rogue, so she clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, rubbing against his thick cock. He seemed to enjoy it, Rogue rode against her, humping the vee between her legs, causing her sex to vibrate with electric arousal.
“Open up,” he moaned and she spread her legs wider, giving him more access. The noises of his appreciation made her shiver. Rogue knew how to please a woman, and Kit was grateful the woman was her. With a whimper she surrendered, tangling her tongue with his, arching against him and rubbing her breasts back and forth against the hard muscles of his chest, scrubbing and gyrating on the hard cock nudging between her legs.
“I need your hands on me,” Kit begged.
Rogue raised his head, taking in air in harsh gasps. “I have to be careful of you, I have to protect you,” he whispered, his eyes searching her face before he slanted his mouth over hers for another consuming kiss.
Sable Hunter writes romance, some of it quite spicy. 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 combines the cultures of her two favorite states into many of her stories – from the mysterious bayous of Louisiana where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters to the rolling hill country of central Texas. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. 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.
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