Blogging with Sable
A Reason to Party
by Sable Hunter on 05/06/12
A REASON TO PARTY
I took a working vacation last week. I traveled into the Texas Hill Country- from one end to the other- to find locations for my next couple of books.
I plan on expanding my Hell Yeah! series by introducing another family of McCoy's. Neither group of brothers is aware of the other, which poses all kinds of interesting problems. While I was exploring, I visited towns from Burnet to Medina to Johnson City to Fredericksburg. And while I was traversing the Texas Country back roads, I happened upon several towns which already had banners strung up over the highways proclaiming an upcoming festival.
I love festival - particularly those of small towns in Texas - especially in my neck of the woods. We have the Magnolia Festival, the Rice Festival, the Azalea Festival, the Sassafras Festival and the Blueberry Festival. It appears at first glance that it's all about whatever food or crop or flower they have an abundance of in their area. I could understand that. But while I was on vacation, I ran into a couple of puzzling festivals. One was in Llano, Texas- the crawfish festival. Now, I may be ignorant, but I didn't know they had crawfish in abundance in North Central Texas. I'm from Louisiana and we have crawfish by the billions - I'm confused. When I looked it up on the internet, I discovered that the originators of the festival had Beaumont, Texas connections. Now Beaumont is in the heart of crawfish country - so now it makes some sense. It seems some hunters from Beaumont threw a crawfish boil for their buddies - and a tradition was born. I feel better now.
Next, I went through Bertram, Texas and discovered the home of the Oatmeal Festival. I cracked up! The oatmeal festival? By its very nature, Oatmeal is bland and boring. Hardly Festival worthy inspiration. Now to be fair, I researched it and found out that Oatmeal was a neighboring community that was almost lost to memory and they were trying to preserve it. Commendable. Still, they threw oatmeal at one another, elected a Ms. Bag - (over 55) and kicked cow chips. Sounds like a good time to me. I'll never look at an oatmeal cookies the same way again.
All of this aroused my curiosity so I began to really get into this and found a Poison Oak Festival in California where they have a contest for the best Poison Oak arrangement and a prize for the photo that depicts the worst case of poison oak rash. Now that's a story that just makes you itch to go out and have a good time - away from the poison oak. A town in Arkansas has the annual Bean Fest and the Great Championship Outhouse Race. One community in North Carolina has a bald man's festival - so you see - there are always reasons to party. Everyone likes to have a good time.
So I got to thinking - we need a festival where I live! I got to dreaming about my small town and came up with three possibilities - the Pine Cone Festival, the Red Bug Festival or the Crowder Pea Festival. What I'd really like to suggest is the Sable Hunter festival. Now that would be a blast! But since I'm incognito and my good neighbors don't realize that this mild-mannered country girl writes erotic romance - I'll have to pass on the party.
But the idea was planted, and I just couldn't turn it loose. And so I began thinking and fantasizing. If I couldn't have a Sable Hunter Festival, maybe we could get some brave community to host an erotic romance festival! I can see it now! Instead of a Miss Oatmeal, we could have local men pose for a Cover Model contest. Instead of a hot dog eating contest, we could have women compete in a contest that allowed them to show us their moves while eating a chocolate dipped frozen banana in the most sensual manner possible. Oh there could be lots of things - cleavage contests, dirty dancing contests, and the time honored kissing booth. I want to go. Hell, I want to organize it!
I love parties! I don't go to many, but that’s a personal problem. Parties are in my blood. I do Mardi Gras - the Austin City Limits Music Festival, and I've been known to take in Bourbon Street on occasion. In Austin, we even have a city-wide party for Eeyore - the depressed donkey in Winnie-the-Pooh. I also love karaoke parties, BBQ's, rodeos, crawfish boils and whole pig roasts. At home, I even play a vicious hybrid domino game that allows for trouncing of your enemies. There's not much I won't try. Wet t-shirt contests are in my history as are trivia parties at the local bar. I'm good at trivia. I've never been to an orgy - but I've fantasized about one, that has to count for something. So you can see - any reason to party fits well in my lifestyle.
In BADASS, the fourth in my Hell Yeah! series, Avery is determined to become the kind of girl that biker-bad-boy Isaac would welcome into his life. So she takes matters into her own hands and learns to be a party girl. This is hilarious, because Avery maintains her innocence while learning Vegas-call girl techniques, how to ride a motorcycle and even how to pole dance. By the time Avery is through with Isaac, he realizes that she is exactly what he needs. In this scene, Avery shows up at Isaac's bar and lures him into a very private party.
This is the link for Badass http://www.amazon.com/Badass-Hell-Yeah-ebook/dp/B007MF8NGE/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1335133804&sr=8-9
My website is http://sablehunter.com/
And my email is sablehunter@rocketmail.com - I answer each and every email.
To win a copy of any of my books - tell me about the oddest festival you have come across or what festival you have in your hometown.
Valentine's Blog-- Sable & The Dragon
by Sable Hunter on 02/11/12
Blog Post for VALENTINE's ... SABLE AND THE DRAGON
Valentine's Day is here! I want to get naughty!
I have been writing for about three years and I have ... to date ... ten books published with two more to be out before spring is over. I write erotic romances ... usually with a Texas or a Louisiana flair. I claim both states as home ... now, whether they claim me is another story. Right now, I'm gearing up for Mardi Gras. We have been enjoying some cool weather and I love to make gumbo or chili and eat it in front of the fire place ... makes you wanna cuddle with a handsome hunk. Of course ... my writing always gets me in the mood for sex. That's one of the hazards ... by...products ... perks, whatever you want to call it ... of writing erotic romance. My readers have a particular word for my stories ... they call them tender...porn. Because my books are written to elicit certain emotions ... I write to make you laugh, cry and sweat. If I can do that ... I have succeeded.
Recently, I decided to up the ante in my technological instruments. I have become the owner of a full...fledged, decked out iphone and an apparatus called a dragon. And neither one of them are working like they are supposed to. Let me share ... I need to tell somebody. First, let's discuss this telephone which I use almost exclusively for business purposes. Of course ... my business is sex or sexy writing. I speak with my beta, my publisher, my editor ... my promo person ... and lots of readers. Often I use four letter words. My writing is full of four letter words and other words meant to convey pleasure, body parts or just exclamations of erotic joy. You know what I mean.
Many times I have heard and read jokes about phones automatically correcting words and making them into words not intended by the sender. For example ... here is a joke I recently had sent to me in an email. These are inadvertent autocorrects ... first one between a mother and daughter: "How's Uncle Peter getting to the reception?" the daughter asks. "PETER IS COMING IN MY VULVA," the mom texts back. "Uhhhhh" the daughter is about to die. The mom continues trying to correct, "PETER IS COMING IN MY VULVA at 7 pm." "Volvo, mom?" she hopes. "YES, VULVA."
Second one ... A girl texts a boy. "Thank you for an amazing first date." The guy texts back ... "Anytime ... smile. When's the 2nd date. I can't wait to see those big beautiful nipples of yours." The guy realizes ... "NO!" "I meant to say dimples ... my phone corrected!" Silence from the other party. "I did not intend to write nipples. I'm going to jump off a bridge now."
I am here to tell you that the foregoing is a crock!! Your phone will not do that. I try to use words like that ... and my phone tries to correct my dirty words and make them clean words. I won't give you any specific examples ... but take my word for it ... it does not know nor does it recognize the euphemisms for penis or for vagina. I get so tired ofbacking up and recorrecting the corrections ... ... although, I will tell you this ... my little phone is coming around. It's finally getting a potty mouth. You can teach an old dog ... uh phone ... new tricks. Speaking of dogs. . . . . .
Now, my other contraption is a program I bought to allow me to speak into my computer and it will type for me. Now, this sounds great. Just imagine what I could be doing with my hands. When you consider what I write ... and my propensity for getting involved in my scenes ... I'll let you use your imagination. ANYWAY!!! It didn't work out quite like I planned. For two reasons. First, like my phone ... it didn't like dirty words. They ought to make these things just for smut writers ... they'd make a killing. It's difficult to enunciate COCK any clearer than I already do. AND ... my dragon does not like a Southern accent. Apparently, it cannot follow a drawl. And when you add a TWANG to it ... it just goes crazy. I speak Texan with a bit of a Coonass accent and I tell you this ... after I recite a section of my book ... the outcome is nothing like what I wanted.
Now for the killer ... the straw that broke the proverbial techno advance effort in two. I have a dog. I have a wiener dog named Mojo that I absolutely adore and we go everywhere together. If I write in the bedroom ... he's there. If I try to compose in the kitchen while cooking my orgasmic brownies ... he's there. If I decide to jot a few lines while sitting on the potty ... he's there. If I go out on the porch and rock in my rocking chair and write while sipping a mint julep (margarita, who am I kidding?) he's there. Now one day ... after I had dreamed up a scene that I thought my dragon could understand ... I had worked out the kinks with the profanity and Northerned up my speech patterns. So, I lay on the bed beside my computer and we had a chat. I was deep in Tebow country, describing those luscious cowboy McCoys and their tight jeans and the not...so...little bulges behind their zippers. I was extolling the virtues of their wide shoulders, narrow waists and corrugated abs. I thought I had got somewhere. After finishing a scene ... I rolled over to look at it. Now, what you've got to understand is that I'm with my dog all the time ... and when you're with something all the time ... you don't pay as much attention to it as you normally would. Much to my surprise ... here is what I ended up with. Let me share two sentences with you. "Isaac McCoy straddled BARK BARK ... BARK BARK ... his Harley and revved the engine. Avery, BARK BARK ... BARK BARK ... looked at him with lust in her BARK BARK eyes." Do you see my problem? I have laid down the dragon and went back to fingering my laptop and foregoing the pleasure of having my hands free. But ... I think you will like the result.
I have a Beta and she keeps me straight. And I have those who read my work and give me their honest opinions. Those are the best tools (boy that doesn't sound right) in my life. Electronic gadgets have their place ... but the greatest tool in my life (beside the one in my honey's Levi's) is my dirty, dirty imagination.
Leave a post for a chance at MY ALIYAH ... HEART IN CHAINS.
HAPPY VALENTINE's Day
SCP Anniversary Blog
by Sable Hunter on 01/09/12
SCP
ANNIVERSARY BLOG
There are some things in life
worth celebrating and a birthday is one of them. SCP is one year old. And I for one...will stand on a mountaintop
and proclaim it. SCP gave me a chance
and for that I will be eternally grateful.
If you would like to be eligible
for a prize...leave a comment or email me at sablehunter@rocketmail.com or
contact me through the contact page. I
do have books to give away!
But speaking
of books ... ... ... ...
I cant seem to write a story where the
heroine is a woman with experience. So
far, it just hasnt worked for me. I cant
really explain it...but I thought I would delve into the possibilities, just to
see if I could work it out. Im not sure
about my motivation...after all, Im not a virgin and I havent been for a long
time. Maybe, I wish I were. Thats a strange thought.
I tend to write my romance novels with the
hero in mind. For some reason, Im more
sympathetic to his viewpoint and I love to tell whats on his mind and how he is
feeling. That may be because Ive never
met a hero (in the flesh, anyway) and every time I write a story, I create the
man of my dreams. Holding out for a hero
is more than a song...its a life...long yearning for some women. So, I tend to write my romance novels,
delving into the heros psyche. But what
kind of hero have I created? I formulate
the men in my stories to be honest, strong, possessive, faithful...all
qualities of a good dog...plus gorgeous and sexy as hell. They have never breathed a word that they
expect their chosen woman to be an innocent.
But I tend to reward their good behavior and sterling qualities with a pure
woman.
I got amused as I planned this
article. It made me think some wild
thoughts about why a man would want a virgin...get this...ala William Shatner...TO
GO WHERE NO MAN HAS GONE BEFORE. Or
every man loves to explore VIRGIN TERRITORY.
Or the value of a woman increases if she is AS PURE AS THE DRIVEN
SNOW. After all, said hero would get to
initiate her, wow her, train her in his likes and dislikes and know that no man
had ever enjoyed what he had claimed as his own. I actually used the term in a novel I just
released he POSSESSED WHAT HE HAD ALREADY CONQUERED.
Something is terribly wrong with
me.
Now, Im kidding here...for the most
part. I guess the truth is...I love to
write about virgins. And sometimes I go
to great lengths to make my heroines virgins.
Although every scenario is possible...some of them I had to work to get
them to sound plausible. Lets take a
look at a few:
In TROUBLE, Cooper is a battered
wife. Her husband abused steroids and in
turn, he abused her. Normal sex was
never a part of her life, so when she escaped his clutches...although she had
been abused mentally and physically...technically, she was still a virgin. The hero Ky was gentle, understanding and
melted my heart with the way he introduced her to love and intimacy.
In A Wishing Moon, Arabella is still a
virgin because she was a victim of prejudice.
A Wishing Moon is a paranormal erotic and the heroine is a practitioner
of the magical arts...in other words, she is a witch or the New Orleans hoodoo
equivalent of one. Her experience with
men has not been the best. They either
reject her for her chosen lifestyle or fear what they dont understand. So, when she rescues conservative Texas
congressman Jade Landale from certain death, their relationship is a study in
contrasts, prejudice and finding love in unexpected places. And to top it off...Arabella is a virgin...she
has never met a man who could accept her for who she is...until Jade. Fortunate Jade.
In Unchained Melody, a new twist is
introduced. The hero Ethan falls for the
heroine in college and they have two glorious weeks (where he does claim her
virginity, by the way). But then they
are separated by a series of tragedies and misunderstandings. She goes away on spring break and never
returns...he searches in vain, but finally gives up and moves on with his
life. What he doesnt know is that she
was brutally raped during spring break, leaving her scarred both mentally and
physically. And she never forgets him...never
stops loving him, in fact she becomes an erotic romance writer and makes him
the hero of every book.
When their paths finally cross again, she
doesnt believe that he could ever accept the person that she is now...so a game
of cat and mouse ensues...where Ethan is determined to get Annalise back in his
bed and back in his life. So, they are
gifted with two first times...one when she is an innocent and one when he must
convince her that nothing she has endured could change the way he feels about
her. Its a rollercoaster ride of
emotions...it even got to me.
Then, I have a couple of books where the
heroine has faced challenges that have prevented them from developing normal
relationships with men. Scarlet in
Scarlet Fever which comes out from Secret Cravings in March has a disease which
kept her away from normal the dating and intimacy scene. And when she reaches the point where she can
seize the opportunity...a hero comes into her life and is ready to fight her
dragons...a good hero always does that.
Probably the strangest virgin I have is 32 year old Cecile in Bobby Does
Dallas which comes out from SCP in April.
There we have a married woman who thinks she has lost her virginity long
ago...boy, is she and our hero in for a surprise in that story.
In Hot on Her Trail, it really got
wild. Jessie shows up at Jacobs door and
announces that she is pregnant with his child.
The only problem is...hes never met her and shes a virgin. Boy, I had to work with this one...the only
problem was...I actually had a real story that inspired this. A woman agreed to be a surrogate mother for a
couple, she was a virgin, and the fertility clinic used the wrong donor
sperm. The unsuspecting father didnt
make his deposit for others to use...he did it because the job that he
performed carried with it inherent dangers and making a sperm deposit was
something his employers strongly advocated.
Imagine his surprise when the sperm bank confirms their error. He now has a pregnant virgin on his hands ... what a dilemma.
And theres more...but I think Ive made my
point. I write about virgins...I am
compelled to write about virgins. And
not only are they virgins...but by the end of the books most of them end up
pregnant. So...the hero gets to conquer,
and stake his claim in the most enduring way possible...by fathering a child.
I think this stems back to the
time when I read sweet romances. While I
was growing up I inhaled romance novels.
Sometimes I read two a day. My
school backpack was always full of Harlequins and Loveswepts...I had one
teacher that condemned by reading choice...so for her I would read thick,
brainy novels and discuss them in depth with her...but at night, under the
covers...with a flashlight, I would visit worlds where love conquered all,
right prevails over wrong, and holding out for a hero is not an impossible
dream. I guess Im an incurable
romantic.
My readers like my virgins...and they like
the fact that they usually end up pregnant.
I know this because theyve told me so.
My books usually can make you laugh, cry, and sweat. I try to weave humor in with poignancy and
spice it up with sex hot enough to make you sleep in a bathtub full of
ice. I know the sex is hot...it turns me
on...if it didnt, I would be doing something wrong.
Bottom line, I write what I like to
read. There is something about an
innocent woman placing her faith and trust in a macho, alpha male who teachers
her that she is his perfect woman...that just turns my heart inside out. Im working on one right now called BADASS...the
hero has pushed the heroine away because she is too good for him. He is a cowboy who rides motorcycles as well
as horses and owns a bar to boot. The
heroine is a good girl who falls for the bad boy. After he rejects her...she takes it upon
herself to become what she thinks he wants...and the ride she takes him on is
going to be one he never forgets.
I may start writing about bad girls (youll
have to check out Avery in BADASS which comes out soon on kindle) there is a
certain attraction for me there, but Ill have to have a long talk with myself
first. Im a good girl at heart...and if
you believe that...I have some ocean front property to sell you...it sits deep
in the heart of Texas.
An excerpt
from T...R...O...U...B...L...E
Ky smiled at her and once the waiter was out of earshot. ~I guess you
know you are going to be dessert.~ After settling the check, he led her out.
Cooper gathered her courage up; she wanted to tell him before they got home. In
the dark, on the road, it would be easier.
About halfway home, Cooper decided she couldnt put it off any longer.
Now was the time to come clean. ~Ky, I know youve slept with many beautiful
women.~ She held on to his arm, dreading his reaction to what she was about to
tell him. Would he feel sorry for her? Maybe, he wouldnt want to waste his time
on someone with virtually no experience.
~I guess, Ive had my share. But none of them hold a candle to you,
baby.~ He settled a hand on her knee. ~I love the fact you dont wear hose. Your
skin is silky soft.~ Edging upward, he let his fingers slide further up her
thigh.
~The women youve slept with, they had a lot of experience, though. They
knew how to please you.~ Her voice was low and she was glad of the shadows.
~Everything you do pleases me, Cooper.~ She saw him look down at her
hands on his arm. ~Is there something wrong baby? Youre holding onto me like
you think Im gonna float off. Im not, you know. Youve already got me hog...tied
tighter than one of them little steers I was telling you about.~
~Ive never made love with anyone, before. Im so afraid I will
disappoint you.~ She closed her eyes, waiting to hear what his response would
be.
~I know, baby, its going to be different with us. What we will have
together will erase any bad memories in your past.~ She realized he thought she
was making the distinction between having sex and making love.
~Ky, thats not what I mean.~ She sighed … this was going to be harder
than she thought it would be. ~Ive never had sex before…with anyone.~ Ky didnt
say anything. He eased his foot off the gas. ~Does it make a difference to you?~
Pulling off the road, he cut the engine. ~Hell yes, it makes a
difference to me.~ Pulling her over onto his lap, he cupped her face in his
hands. ~I would want you, no matter how many lovers youve had. But a virgin?
God Cooper, youre pure, youre precious. And after tonight, youre mine.~
Ky drove the rest of the way home with Cooper in his lap. He had the
seat pushed all the way back. Thank God, for long legs and King Ranch pickup
trucks, that extra room came in handy. She rested against his chest with her
head nestled on his shoulder. Periodically, he would lean over and kiss her. He
couldnt believe she was untouched. She had worried her lack
of experience would make a difference to him. Despite his assurances, he knew
Cooper was worried he would be disappointed in her. What she didnt understand
was her virginity was a precious gift. He had no idea why that ass of a husband
had treated her with such disdain. But there was one thing
about it; the nut hadnt appreciated the treasure he had held in his hands.
Well, his loss was Kys gain.
Pulling up in her driveway, he
parked and cut the engine. ~Lets go in, baby.~
Stepping from the truck, he turned and scooped her up, carrying her in.
The animals were glad to see them, but Ky shooed them away. Now was not the
time. But Kyler Landon had a problem.
He was hard. He was past hard. His penis was rock hard—petrified. If
Cooper had been experienced, he would have been tempted to lay her down and
plunge into her, giving his aching cock some sweet relief. But he couldnt, she
deserved to be courted, a slow, sweet seduction. The only problem was he didnt
know if he could survive slow.
~Ky, I want you so much, baby.~ The words were said close to
his ear, her hot breath sending chills down his back.
~I want you, too, love. But Ive got to calm down. Im almost right where
I was last night. Sweetheart, you can have orgasm after orgasm, and I intend to
give you as many as I can before the sun comes up tomorrow. But guys have to
have time to regroup, so I dont want to come too fast, I dont want to
disappoint you again, not like I did last night.
~I have an idea,~ she whispered shyly, as he sat down with her on the
couch, still in his lap.
~Whats that, baby?~
~For a while, lets take turns—well start with you, then me, then well
come together—how about that?~
~Do you mean?~ His heart rate stepped up a notch.
~Ky, will you let me love you?~ She wouldnt meet his eyes, but toyed
with the top button of his shirt. Did she actually think he would refuse her?
Then, he realized that was exactly what he had done the night before. And she
was asking again. He was humbled.
~Are you going to seduce me, Cooper?~
~If youll let me.~ It nearly killed him, but he sat still while she
unbuttoned his shirt. He soon learned he had more endurance than he ever
dreamed for as Cooper let loose each button; she kissed, licked, and nibbled
her way down his chest. He clutched the cushion of the couch and closed his
eyes as he endured the sweet torture. And she wasnt finished. She opened his
shirt wide and a glorious curtain of hair tickled his chest as she leaned over
and tongued one of his nipples.
~Oh God, Cooper,~ he groaned.
Ky helped her ease his blue jeans and underwear off. He lay down flat
on his back and she scooted down between his legs. ~Ky,~ she breathed in
wonderment. Taking him in her hands, she soothed her palm up and down his
considerable length. Circling with her fist, she measured his girth. ~You are
so beautiful. And so big!~
And jumping up from the couch, she left him there.
~Hey! Come back here,~ he laughed. ~Where are you going?~ She wasnt
gone but a second, and when she returned she sat down in the vee of his legs
and held the pink dildo up to his dick to compare sizes.
~Ky, you are way bigger than this piece of junk. What is this thing,
five inches?~
Ky snorted in derision. ~Ill have you know that plastic junk is seven
inches and my junk is nine and a half.~
~And a half? Weve measured closely, havent we?~ Giggles erupted as she
held the dildo next to Kys pride and joy. ~And look how big around you are! Oh,
baby! You are hung! What do I need this flimsy thing for?~ She flung the dildo
across the room, scaring the two dogs in the process, which in turn set off the
tomcats. ~Oops.~
~Look what youve done, baby.~ This was the most fun Ky could ever
remember having. Just a couple of days had passed and already she was a bigger
part of his life than anyone else had ever thought about being.
Cooper ignored the animals. Looking deep into his eyes, she closed her
hand around him. ~You are so smooth and hard and warm. Ive never felt anything
like it.~ She grasped him tightly and began pumping her hand up and down. ~Am I
doing it right, sweetie?~ She had fell right into
Kys sweet...talk habit and he loved it.
~There is no wrong way, love. But, yeah—that feels wonderful. Youve
never done this before?~ He thought he knew the answer, but he wanted
reassurance. The fact he was her first thrilled the life out of him. Now, all
he had to work on was being the last.
Thanks for reading
Sable Hunter
Christmas Blog.
by Sable Hunter on 12/14/11
Christmas Blog
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Christmas is a
magical time. I love everything about
it. Especially the days leading up to
Christmas. Anticipation is my big
thing. I love to bake and plan and wrap
and decorate. Actually, by the time
Christmas Day is here – I’m about through with it. I guess I tucker myself out.
At my house we
decorate loudly. I don’t mean we carol
while we deck the halls – I mean we have bright decorations. I have a collection of Santas and a
collection of Snowmen – big and little.
And on our tree and on the porch and roof, we use multi-colored lights –
none of that cold, austere – all white for us.
I have given my family the choice – cause we have gone to a pre-lit tree
– but they want the lights that are green and red and blue and yellow and pink. It’s magical – that’s what it is. Magical.
When I was growing up, we actually went out
and cut down our own Christmas tree. It
would either be a cedar or a pine – and they were never perfectly shaped. Charlie Brown didn’t have the corner on
scraggly, misshapen trees.
My dad raised
cattle and he would pretend that he saw the reindeer eating some of our hay and
although we didn’t have snow – he would bring in fruit that he swore had been
found on the porch and it would be dusted with fine white powder.
I can remember
the first year that I found the presents from Santa in our hall closet before
Christmas. I wasn’t really surprised,
but I was disappointed. I wanted to
believe. I still do. I want to believe in magic.
That’s why I
write about it. I have a series called
Moon Magick and I have two books that have been released by Secret Cravings in
this series. The first A Wishing Moon
takes place at Christmas – complete with a Christmas miracle. The heroines practice New Orleans hoodoo –
but they still respect and honor the magic and miracle of Christmas. I am from New Orleans and the natural and the
supernatural and the Christian and the respectors of nature all live side by
side – most of the time in perfect harmony.
We always decorated our homes – not only for Christmas – but also for
Mardi Gras – so from Halloween to the middle of March – it was one big party at
our house. Now that’s what I call
extending the Holiday Season.
I wish you well
this holiday season. I hope you are safe
and happy. And I hope that you get everything
you want for Christmas. But most of all
I hope that the magic of Christmas doesn’t pass you by. Because the true magic is that we are to love
one another. There is no greater time to
show love than that magical part of the year when we suspend belief – watch for
flying reindeer – and open our hearts to give to one another, gifts of joy and
peace. Merry Christmas – from Sable.
The Trouble with Happy Endings
by Sable Hunter on 11/20/11
As I read most of the submission guidelines for romance
novels, especially erotic ones... there is really only a couple of parameters
that you must keep in mind.
One, no glorification of rape
Two, no pedophilia or bestiality (shifter sex is an exception)
And Three, there must be a happy ending for our loving
couple
I dont really have any trouble staying within the
boundaries of these requests, but the third one does make me think.
Now, I love happy endings and I wouldnt
think of writing a romance novel any other way.
In all genres of books, there is nothing less satisfying that one that
ends on a downward turn, a sour note. It is
too much like real life, isnt it? I
especially detest those that leave you hanging or let you guess as to which
path they chose or which door they opened... ala The Lady and The Tiger... that is
just a damn copout as far as I am concerned.
I dont want to do the author’s job.
I want her to do what she does best and make me happy!
I was studying
genres of books the other day, trying to determine what category a friend of
mine’s book would slot into. One of the
selections was real life... thankfully it was young adult and not romance...and
it’s bad enough that’s its young adult.
A real life romance is not my cup of tea...because, frankly, things
don’t always work out well. I used to
gauge the success of any venture in my life by that measure... if it ended well,
I considered it worthwhile and if it didn’t... it was a failure. No matter how wonderful an event or how much
I got out of the experience... if the ending was less than perfect, I discounted
the whole shebang.
The older I get,
the less I let that mindset rule me... that everything has to have a happy
ending. After all, discounting any
religious beliefs you may have... we’re all going to die and that isn’t the best
ending in anybody’s book. So, what I’ve
learned to do is to appreciate the journey.
It is as important... if not more so... than how something turns out.
All of my books
leave the reader satisfied. In
T-R-O-U-B-L-E, Cooper is an abused woman who thinks she is unworthy to be
loved. Along comes Ky and he falls head
over heels for her and makes it his greatest desire to prove to her a real man
can be gentle, loving and sexy as hell.
Ky and Cooper have a happy ending... right prevails, love conquers all
and Cooper finds a hero who makes all of her dreams come true. We all want that!! Don’t we?
Now, the
challenge comes after the final page turns.
Have you ever wondered what happens to that couple when the worries of
everyday life over take them or the trying circumstances of disease, financial
trouble, a wondering eye... REAL LIFE... sets in?
Well, I write series. So, I’m
challenged to present those couples who starred in previous books in a
quasi-realistic light. This isn’t their
story... so what’s the best approach to take with them? Now, in my books...the couples, of course,
are still in love and still devoted to one another, but I try to show that the
wedding bells have quieted, the honeymoon cruise is over and now they’re
getting down to the business of day to day living. And as you all know, the daily grind of
living has its challenges... ups and downs, twists and turns and it’s hard to
maintain that mountain top experience that romance novels close out with... the
happy ending.
So what does that
mean? Should we all opt to write real
life plots, exclusively? My books have
their real life characteristics. My stories
deal with abuse, body image issues, prejudice... even disease and drug
cartels. But by the end of chapter
twelve, my hero has managed to fight dragons, save the day and carry the
heroine off into the sunset on a snow white steed (note in my erotic romances
they have sex in the saddle on the horse as they ride over the horizon).
And that’s the
way it should be... because we read to be happy, to recapture the magic of first
love or the thrill of romance we may never have been lucky enough to experience
in our own lives. We read to be
entertained... not depressed with a tedious rendering of the mundane or the
disappointing. I’ve read reports that
show when the economy takes a downturn... romance novels are one of the few
things whose sales rise when everything else is falling. People turn to books with happy endings to
take their minds off their own troubles.
So... my books are
uplifting... they may make you cry in places, but they will also make you smile,
laugh and sweat with the hot, mind-blowing sex.
And that’s how it should be. I
got tickled at one reviewer who critiqued my book and what she had a problem
with was the unrealistic sex... as she called it. I had a scene where the heroine is pleasuring
the hero and comes just from the sheer joy of watching his enjoyment and the
thrill she got of giving it to him. I
also write scenes where the heroine comes from breast stimulation alone. I hate to burst her bubble... those things do
happen... I should have told her to speak for herself.
Happy endings are a trademark of the romance
industry. There’s an Elvis song by that
name... Happy Endings. I love it and I
sing it sometimes at the top of my lungs.
It speaks of preferring a story with a happy ending... where boy meets
girl and they never part, but live forever... happily. And I say... so be it. Happy endings may not always be realistic...
but they’re damn sure fun to read. I’m
sitting on my porch right now, and as soon as I finish this article, I’m going
to get me a hard lemonade... hold my cat... read a hot Lorelei James cowboy
erotic and thank God that when I come to the last page the only thing that I
will be sorry about is that the story is over.
