I am excited to have talented author Sable Hunter visiting today. Thank you, Sable.
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"I have a new cookbook that celebrates the recipes in my romance novels. Inside it are PG rated excerpts of my books, as well as some freebies. If you'll leave comments today, I'll give away copies of it and one copy of Forget Me Never..." Sable Hunter
A
Way To A Man’s Heart
I
am an expert on what NOT to do to attract a man. They could make a movie about
me that would be better than the one with Matthew McConaughey called ‘How to
Lose a Guy in 10 Days’. I think the problem is that I try too hard.
I’m
not very ‘with it’. Even when I’m living
at my place in Austin or the one in New Orleans, I don’t really party all that
much. I’m more of a homebody. I don’t make a habit of spending time on Bourbon
Street or 6th Street, so if I meet a guy, it’s usually by accident -
I run over his toe in the Post Office parking lot with my car or crash my buggy
into his at the grocery store (because I’m eyeing the many varieties of cheese
or something). A friend of mine told me that when I quit looking for a man I
would find one – and he may be right. I think I have – he was right under my
nose all along.
But
getting back to my recent dating history – it has been a fiasco! One of the
main problems is what I do for a living. Think about it. I write erotic
romances. Pressure!!!! A man instantly thinks that I’m some kind of superwoman
in the sex department. (And they may be right – Ha!) But I want to be courted
and wooed. I don’t want for them to assume that I’m ready to make all of their
lustful dreams come true on the first date! The really bad part is if they have
read my books and start whispering page numbers in my ear. Don’t they realize
that I don’t know what’s on a particular page? I have written so many books and
so many sex scenes that they have all run together by now.
There
is this one guy that I have my eye on. I haven’t fully decided to go after him
full throttle, but he would be worth the effort. So – here’s my conundrum. Do I
let fate take its course (by that I mean fan my fanny around him and see if he
takes the bait)? Or do I ask him out myself?
You
see, he’s shy. That’s an odd description to apply to a big, alpha mountain of a
man – but around me, he acts shy - very polite – always tipping that cowboy hat
and ‘yes-maming’ me. I’ve caught him looking at me a few times, and not long
ago I found some flowers on my front doorsteps that I would bet my bottom
dollar came from him. He’s a neighbor. I have this sneaky suspicion that if I
gave him any encouragement at all, he would be all over me like white on rice.
So,
I’m biding my time and giving it all careful consideration. How do I want to
play this? He’s not dating anyone, I checked. Haha! He lives alone except for
his German shepherd and a cat – I adore men who love cats! I’m thinking of
making my move before Valentine’s Day, which means I have to hurry.
I
bought a new dress, it’s a slinky little red number with sequins across the
bodice and a row of swingy little tassels on the bottom – it makes me looked
like a present that needs to be unwrapped. But as I said before, I’m not the
partying type and neither is he. So what do I do? I can’t bring myself to just
call him and ask him to take me to dinner. I could sashay over there and borrow
a cup of sugar, I guess. It just kills me that I live in the enlightened age of
sexual equality and I can’t bring myself to make the first move.
Okay
– okay – so here’s the plan. I’m going to tell him that I am testing out a
recipe for my next cookbook and ask him to come over and help me eat it. Does
that sound corny? Ha! I know it does, but it’s the best I’ve got. Nana always
said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I think she is right
about the general direction, but it has been my experience that the exact
locale of major influence is a few inches to the south of his tummy.
Speaking
of – I have a new cookbook that celebrates the recipes in my romance novels.
Inside it are pg rated excerpts of my books, as well as some freebies. If
you’ll leave comments today, I’ll give away 2 copies of it and one copy of
Forget Me Never.
I
think I’ll cook the pulled pork from the new cookbook and Libby’s Orgasmic
Brownies from the first cookbook. Anything with the word orgasmic in it has to
be good – right?
Here’s
the link to the cookbook, if you’d like to take a look.
And
here’s the link to Forget Me Never.
My
website is –
And
my facebook page is
My
email is
And
I answer every email.
Let
me share with you an excerpt of Forget Me Never where Savannah makes her move
on Patrick.
And
– I’ll let you know how it goes with my ‘project’.
FORGET
ME NEVER
“It’s
your birthday, Savannah. Be good to
yourself. This man could be your soul
mate. Think of him as a gift.” Punching her in the side, she joked. “I’ll help you un-wrap him.”
“He
looks busy; I don’t want to disturb him.”
Savannah procrastinated.
“Are
you kidding? His very presence is
disturbing everyone else. I saw how
those college girls were acting before you herded them outside. Besides, you’re an expert on this stuff, Miss.
Doucet. Go over and offer your
assistance. It’s your job! Now!”
Tammany gave her a little push.
Apparently
he was doing research on the Acadian refugees.
Why not offer her services? And
while she was helping him, she could pretend to seduce him. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself a
little. “He does look like he needs
help.” Yea, she’d like to help him with
a lot of things – like undressing, taking a shower, possibly even a back
massage.
“Do
it, Savannah. You’re through here for
the day, and I’ll stay until tardy Tulah Belle comes. This is your chance; you
don’t want to be the oldest virgin in St. Martin’s Parish for another year!”
“Oh,
all right!” She yelled so loud everyone
turned and looked at her – except sexy Rambo, of course. Tammany wasn’t going to leave her alone until
she at least tried to hook up with this guy. Savannah’s dateless state was
worrying Tammany to death. So, she had
to at least make her friend think she had a date with the soldier. Yeah, that’s
what she would do. She could save face
and the Marine could leave unencumbered.
“I’ll still make a complete fool out of myself,” Savannah grumbled as
she took one step forward. To make
matters worse, Fred March was watching her closely and he didn’t look
happy. The man scared her a little
bit. Goodness gracious, now she was
stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Tammany
jerked her back. “Give me those
glasses.”
“But,
I need them.”
“Only
to read.” Savannah lost the battle,
Tammany confiscated her spectacles and pushed her out of her safe zone into the
scary world of sexual gamesmanship.
Walking as casually as she could with her heart in her throat, she
stepped close to the marine. His height
made her look up and up. Gee, he must be
well over six feet. Of course, at five
foot three she had to look up at almost everyone over the age of twelve. Clearing her throat, she whispered. “Excuse me, but I’m in a pickle. I’ll give you twenty dollars if you’ll
pretend we’re going out to lunch together.”
Patrick
had been trying to find the surname LaVerdure on this vast list of names for
about fifteen minutes, but he wasn’t having any luck. All of the immigrants were recorded by ship
manifesto, so he had to look in several different places. Deep in concentration, it was a second or two
before he realized someone was speaking to him.
The unexpected words coming from over his left shoulder irritated him a
little bit. “I’m not the kind of man
that can be bought, Honey. And if I
could – twenty dollars wouldn’t touch me,” Patrick drawled.
“Dang,
it’s just my luck to pick a man with principle.
What would you say if I threw in a couple of dozen homemade chocolate
chip cookies to sweeten the deal?” She
might not be much of a temptation, but she could cook. That was one of the things Savannah missed
about not having a family. Cooking for
oneself wasn’t fun.
Her
quick comeback amused Patrick. If the
woman was half as sexy as that husky little voice, he was in for a better treat
than cookies. Turning, slowly – he let
the anticipation build.
Oh,
hell yeah! His day just got a helluva
lot brighter.
A
curvy little honey wearing a demure, lacy dress stood looking up at him with
hope in her eyes. “Well, hello Miss Prim
and Proper. You look like you’re in dire
need of a good mussing up.”
Savannah
ran her palms down the sides of her dress and smiled, sheepishly. “Don’t tell anybody, but these are the
clothes I wore yesterday. I didn’t have
time to go home and change.”
“Really,
did you have a good time last night?” Patrick was enjoying this. “I bet you made some guy a happy man.”
“No,
no,” Savannah fanned her hands in denial.
“I went out with the girls.”
Knowing Tammany was taking all of this in – not to mention Fred March,
she repeated her request. “Would you
consider playing along with me? It’ll
save me some embarrassment. Should I
make it twenty-five dollars?”
Patrick
didn’t have a clue what was going on. He
had no idea what kind of game the little dove was proposing, but he definitely
wanted to play. “All right, I’ll tell
you what - I say forget the money. I’ll
take you to lunch, but I want a half dozen kisses plus the cookies. Deal?”
“Kisses?”
Was he kidding? “Are you saying you’ll
go to lunch with me?” she asked in surprise.
“No, you don’t understand. That’s
not necessary.” Holding up one finger to
pause the conversation, she glanced over her shoulder to the blonde at the help
desk who looked back at them and winked big.
“Lord, does she have to be so obvious?” she muttered. Leaning toward him with a conspiratorial air,
she twisted her mouth into a cute little sideways knot and whispered. “Actually, I’m trying to bribe you. I know you don’t really want to go out with
me. Just pretend for a bit. Please?”
For
a moment, Patrick didn’t know what to say.
Was she serious? Why wouldn’t he
want to go out with her? “Who’s
pretending? I want food for lunch and
you for dessert.” Patrick loved to flirt
and he needed it – he was in for a long dry spell in Afghanistan. A sweetheart like this would be good fantasy
material for the long hot nights ahead with only his hand for company.
He
waited to see what she would do and what happened next made the earth move
under his feet. She smiled. Her whole face lit up with the sweetest smile
he’d ever seen. Patrick lost the ability
to speak. He knew that smile. He had fallen in love with that smile on a
Halloween night seventeen long years ago.
The drawing he had made of her beautiful face and that incredible smile
was in his duffle bag in his truck. He
never went anywhere without it. Even
though he had doubted the experience, for years he had looked for her
everywhere he went. Since joining the
marines and seeing the horrors of war and the despair of humanity, he had laid
down his dreams. But he couldn’t seem to
let go of the drawing or the memory. And
now here she was, standing in front of him like a gift from above. His Destiny.
“Really? You’d actually take a chance on me?” For a brief moment Savannah let herself
imagine what it would be like to go on a date.
A thrill rose in her chest almost making it impossible to breathe. She had missed so much in this life because
of Carville. But there wasn’t anything
she could do about it.
“I’m
not a gambling man, Baby. But I can
recognize the Queen of Hearts when I see her.”
Patrick was having a hard time keeping his hands off of her. They hadn’t even exchanged names and he felt
totally proprietary about her. It was
like his heart recognized her or something.
No, chance didn’t have a damn thing to do with this. Meeting Destiny was fate.
“No,
you misunderstood me. All I want is a
few minutes of your time.” With a hand
on one hip and a thoughtful expression on his face, he seemed to be deciding if
he were wasting his time with her. “I
promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
She blushed, realizing how that sounded.
Lord, he looked even better up close.
From across the room he had been the total package. Up close, he was absolutely stunning – deep
dimples and the bluest eyes this side of heaven. “What I mean is - I just noticed that you
seem frustrated. My name is Savannah
Doucet and I’m something of an expert with this stuff,” she pointed at the wall. “Is there some way I can help you?”
“I’m
Patrick O’Rourke. And it’s very nice to
meet you.” Very nice. Feeling playful, he chose to deliberately
misunderstand her. “So, you’re an expert
at relieving frustration? That might be
interesting.” Mouth-watering, that was
what she was.
“Oh,
my goodness,” she put her hands over her warm cheeks. “No, I’m not an expert at that. I don’t have any feminine wiles.” Savannah was flustered. Taking a second to look around the Memorial,
she was relieved to see they were alone except for Tammany who was on the phone
and not paying them any attention at the moment.
“I
beg to differ,” he flirted, blatantly.
Stepping back, he slowly took an inventory of her body from head to
foot. His love was just a little bit of
a thing: small bones, lush mouth, dark hair and huge black eyes – no they weren’t
black. Are your eyes blue?” He could lose himself in those dark, haunting
eyes. This woman was off-the-charts sexy.
Frowning
slightly, she answered him. “Yes,
they’re a drab navy blue, I guess.”
The
look he was giving her was so intense; it made her feel like tiny flames of
fire was dancing over her skin. Savannah
couldn’t help but stare back.
“I
don’t think they’re drab at all. I think
they’re beautiful and mysterious.” What
was an even bigger turn-on was the intelligence that shone out of them. Patrick felt his heart pound as they engaged
in a mutual eye-fuck. Damn, he had it bad!
Savannah
didn’t know what to say. She was in
unknown territory. This man seemed to be
flirting with her. There had to be some
mistake. Maybe she wasn’t experienced
enough to tell when someone was serious or teasing her. It would be better to get the conversation
back on a safe topic. “Are you looking
for a particular name on the wall?”
She
was nervous. He could tell. Damn, she was cute; he couldn’t wait to get
his hands on her. “Actually, I’m looking
for the LaVerdure family. But, I’m not having any luck.”
A
surge of courage welled up in Savannah.
It was as if someone else was in charge of her body. For once, she wanted to be normal and see how
it felt to flirt with a man. Going for
broke, she decided to see if she could get a reaction out of him. “Well,
today’s your lucky day. Because I’m just
what you’ve been looking for.” She took
one small finger and drug it down his bare arm from the bend of his elbow to
his wrist.
“Hot
damn, Baby.” Patrick hissed as he closed his eyes. His whole body went into lust mode. She didn’t know how right she was. It was true, she was just who he had been
looking for – for what seemed like forever.
“You have my complete and utter attention.”
“If
I have your attention, then open your eyes, Patrick. Watch me.”
Like
his heart would give him a choice? She
didn’t know it, but he was completely at her mercy. “Yes, Ma’am.”
He bet Savannah could get him to do most anything her heart
desired. Mesmerized, Patrick watched her
every move. She backed up about six
inches, glanced around the room, and what she did next shocked the shit out of
him. First she graced him with a saucy
little wink and proceeded to let her gaze slide down his body – and
swear-to-God - she got hung up on his manhood like it was a speed bump. Little hot-stuff looked his bulge over really
slowly; he didn’t have to glance down to see what she could see, he could feet
his dick rise as fast and hot as the temperature on a sultry Louisiana
day. There was no doubt about it; his
cock enjoyed being at the center of her attention.
She
didn’t stop there. Oh, no. Sweet-doll checked out his thighs, his knees
– hell - she even stared at his feet, probably wondering if his size twelve
combat boots were any indication of the size of his cock. (It was, by the way.) Patrick couldn’t help but chuckle as she took
the time to follow the same path back up.
The little minx stared at his package until he was fully erect and
throbbing.
“Did
you get the response you were after?” He couldn’t help but laugh. Damn, he wanted to touch her so much. He was so happy. Again, she smiled. And he couldn’t help it – he grinned right
back. Patrick wanted to pick her up,
twirl her around and carry her off into the sunset. He was so glad to see her; it was like being
reunited with a long lost friend.
“Actually,
I got a lot bigger response than I ever dreamed. I’ve never done that before. One of my girlfriends did that to a guy at
Mulate’s last night.” Leaning close to
him, she whispered. “You are a lot more
well-endowed than Leon.”
“Give
Leon my sympathies.” Patrick was
enchanted. “Are you always so bold?” It didn’t matter if she was or not, he wanted
her anyway.
Thanks
for reading,
Sable
Hunter
In the movies and in books you'll see girls fight over guys. This is the worst mistake a woman can make...fighting over any man. Why? Point is, he likes it way too much. Men like a good fight, always have. And when they are the center of attention, they like it even more. However, do they consider a girl fight serious? I don't think so.
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