So let's get to know more about Sable and also get to read an excerpt from her latest book "Rogue: The Sons of Dusty Walker" which has the handsome Scott Nova on the cover.
1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
Well, there’s not much to tell. Writing is the only exciting thing in my life. I’m about as boring as a person can get. I live in Central Texas with my two dogs and I work from the time I get up until I go to bed. Occasionally I go to a movie. I’m a private person and I keep to myself, so escaping into my work and creating books for my readers is very important to me.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
Ha! There used to be a joke in my family. My mother would try to get me to do fun things. I’ve always been cranky. She says one day I told her – and I don’t remember this by the way – she says I crossed my arms, pooched out my lips and admitted. “I don’t enjoy having a good time.” And I think that’s true. But I do like to write. I also read a few books a week, at night when I can’t sleep. I binge watch shows on Hulu and Netflix and I take drives in the country to research locales for my books.
3. Where do you get your ideas from?
My ideas come from everywhere. Sometimes it’s a one-liner from a TV show or movie, like one recently from San Andreas. After directing some people to find shelter in this stadium, a woman asked the Rock how he knew to do that. He said something like, “Easy, you find something sturdy and you lean on it.” Of course, it was a double entendre – he was what was sturdy. But that birthed a story in my mind. Sometimes I get ideas from songs or sermons or pictures I see in the newspaper. I’m always open to something that touches my heart.
4. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, which would be your favorite and why?
Oh, that’s impossible to say. I’ve written about 40 something books and I had a special relationship with each one. It’s like asking a mother to choose their favorite child. There are days when you love them all and there are days when you’d send them home with a relative if they’d take them. Honestly, my favorite book is always the next one I’ll write. I tend to look ahead. If I had to pick a favorite – My Aliyah comes to mind.
5. Are any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
There is much of me in my stories. I don’t believe in doctors, I avoid them like the plague. And that’s true for psychiatrists. I might need to go, but I refuse to do it and since I’m nuts, my writing helps keep me sane. It’s cathartic. So, all of the sadness, insecurity, body image issues, a lot of the problems and sorrows – they’re all me. Writing is how I get my happy ending, I create a world of my own choosing, people it with folks I’d like to be around – and then I move in.
6. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
Horror. I’d like to give all the people I don’t like what’s coming to them. Ha! No joke. I write romance peppered with suspense and paranormal touches, I think that sums life up. So, I’ll probably stick with romance - - - although, I do plan on writing the story of my life one day, it will be called - - HYPOCRITES AND HEATHENS and all of the people in my hometown have much to fear.
7. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
I buy books from blurbs usually, the author is not the key thing I look for. I enjoy Sharyn McCrumb, Sarah McCarty, Maya Banks and Laura Leigh.
8. Who are your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
I love them all. They’re my family. But Aron McCoy has been good to me. He’s collected female followers like Warren Buffett collected dollar bills. I also like the hero in my newest book, Revel Lee Jones, he’s been one of the strongest that I’ve created since he created a world for a woman to give her exactly what she needed. And I prefer the men over the women. But, if I had to choose it would be Mossad agent, Aliyah, in My Aliyah or Sami in One Man’s Treasure. Strong women.
9. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
The solitary lifestyle is difficult. There are weeks when I talk to no one but myself or the dogs. I message the ladies who help me every once in a while, but for the most part I stare at the computer screen. There’s also the pressure to make the next book as good or better than the last, that’s tough.
10. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Write a good book. Research the genre you want to aim it at and read the best books in that genre to see if yours will pass muster. You have to know what you want your book to do – is this a book you’ve written to please yourself or one you think someone else will want to read. Those two things aren’t always the same and that’s hard for a writer to admit.
Well now that we got the question and answer out of the way…..why don’t you tell us about your latest story you have out now?
I have one that will release any day now called YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND. But there’s no buy link yet, watch for it. My last release was ROGUE: The Sons of Dusty Walker. I worked with three wonderful authors to put together a series – Randi Alexander, Desiree Holt and Jodi Redford.
Rogue: The Sons of Dusty Walker
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.
Shaking with need, Rogue lay back as Kit began to make herself at home. Having her lying half on half off his body, her glorious tits were rubbing his chest and arm, making his mouth water to suck on them again. But this was her rodeo—for as long as he could stand it, then he’d take over and give her what they both needed.
She began at his lips—one tender kiss, before moving down, leaving a path of licks and nibbles on his throat to his shoulder. When he felt the scrape of her teeth, shivers tore down his spine and his cock jerked with anticipation.
The many times she’d rehearsed this in her head, Kit hadn’t been able to get past a certain point. As she kissed and explored his chest, running her hands and lips over every bulging muscle, Rogue encouraged, soothed, and praised her with whispers and touches. His hand was caressing her hip, slipping beneath her underpants, warming her flesh and making her wet.
“I don’t want to be the only one naked,” he said as his hand skated from the back to the front of her panties, making her jump. Would he notice? She held her breath as his fingers delved across her mound, a mound that was now as smooth as silk. “Jesus,” he hissed. “You’re bare.”
“Yes.” She didn’t explain, didn’t tell that she had taken advantage of her trip in Kansas City to go to a spa. At the time, she hadn’t even admitted to herself that she was doing it in the hopes she’d one day soon be in the place she was at the moment—in bed with Rogue. “Undress me,” she requested and he wasted no time in ridding her of panties and bra. For a moment, she let him caress her – his hands lifting and molding her breasts. “You like my…” she hesitated, even saying the word to him seemed so erotic.
“God, yes, I love your tits. I can’t get enough of them.” He plumped them, pushed them together, raking his thumbs over the swollen tips. When he tried to suck on both nipples at one time, Kit lost her ability to breathe. “I want all of you.” He confessed this as one hand left her chest to slip between her legs, giving her something to push against.
Kit didn’t know how to process so much pleasure. He was pushing her past the brink of thought. Eagerly she rubbed against him. The feel of skin on skin was so luxuriously heady that she thought she might swoon. She rubbed her face against his softly furred chest, lavishing him with kisses, running her fingers over the silky hair, tracing the line that ran from between his pecs to a narrow trail that led to…
“Ah, God, yes, touch me – right there, please,” Rogue groaned.
The idea that she could make him beg was euphoric. A niggle of memory pinched her, she’d made him beg before and look how that had ended up. But this time would be different. This was different. But what was it – really?
“No, no,” she murmured to herself. This was now. This was tonight. Tomorrow might never come, but she wanted what he could give her—now.
“What is it?” he asked, whispering in her hair.
“Nothing,” she answered. “I just want you so much.” And so she showed him, letting her fingers acquaint themselves with his heated flesh, curling her fingers around his thick, heavy shaft. Her womb clenched and her pussy tightened, the cream of her need iced the bare folds of her femininity.
“Fuck, you’re making me mad with wanting you.” Rogue closed his eyes, bowing his neck as she began to slowly pump him – up and down, the thick crested head throbbing in her hand, the tip glistening with a pearly drop of liquid. A turbulent rush of pleasure crashed over him as she touched him. He arched off the bed, his whole body shaking.
Her hand stroked down the velvet steel, the sight of him loving what she gave him was something she never wanted to forget. “You’re so big, so perfect,” she whispered. The night of their regrettable fiasco, it had been too dark and she’d been too angry to really look. But now, they were here and things were different. He seemed to want her as much as she wanted him, so she could appreciate his male beauty and know he was responding to her. Heavy veins pulsed underneath the skin as his cock flexed in her palm, rock-hard and powerful.
“Can I?” she whispered.
A gasp of laughter slipped from his lips. “Anything, anything you want to do is welcome – just do it.”
He sounded desperate, Kit marveled. The pure sensuality of the moment struck her. She knew what she wanted, she wanted her mouth on him—to taste him, to suck him. Moving over him, between his spread thighs, Kit leaned down and soothed her lips over the softer flesh just above his cock, gripping the stiff, heavy rod at the root.
Rogue wasn’t missing a moment, he was propped up, watching her beautiful face as she took him in. He was nearly crazed with lust. It was all he could do not to wrap that waterfall of hair around his fist and take control. “Kit, please, honey, I’m dying here.” She met his gaze, gave him a mischievous smile and lowered her head. Rogue held his breath. And when she finally gifted him with her lips, fitting them over the head of his cock and sucking it into her mouth, his hips bucked and he pulled the sheet loose from where it was tucked.
Her soft tongue was like a flame of fire flitting over the sensitive head of his cock. The grateful flesh jerked with ecstasy and she hesitated, looking back up at him to see if she had done something wrong.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he pleaded. “I just want you so much, that’s all.” His reward was a smile and her return to him—he almost levitated from the bed when she took him between her lips, her tongue curling around and licking his shaft, teasing the sweet spot under the head. “God, it’s good,” he groaned. What was it about this woman? As before, she had him in the palm of her hand.
At his urging, Kit’s confidence grew and soon she relaxed and did what she wanted, enjoying herself. It did her ego good when he panted and cursed as she licked and rubbed. Taking him deep, she began to suckle, her hand still rubbing and pumping the portion of his sizeable length she couldn’t take into her mouth.
Rogue was fit to be tied. He didn’t know if he’d survive the pleasure. He’d gone beyond fisting the sheet, if he hadn’t torn a hole in the material it would be a miracle. “Touch my balls, Kit.” Seeming to want to please him, she did as he asked. Cupping his balls, Kit rolled them between her fingers, massaging the sac, letting herself play as she continued to suck. The bliss was almost too much, he was about to explode. Her sensual innocence was pure erotica. Rogue tried to muster up some guilt, but he couldn’t. He was a bastard in more ways than one. “That’s it, that’s it.” When she looked up at him through those long lashes and hummed her happiness, he had to clench his teeth and every muscle in his body to keep from jetting his cum between her lips.
Women have no idea how gorgeous they look to a man with their lips stretched around his cock. He couldn’t be still to save his life. His hips bucked helplessly and he threw his head back and groaned. Sweat beaded on his body as he jerked, forcing his dick deeper into her throat. She didn’t flinch, she accommodated him and kept sucking.
“Fuck!” Rogue hissed, reveling in her attention. Virgin she might be, but she was turning him inside out. She was going to have to stop or he was going to… “Kit.” When he said her name, she raised her eyes to his once more and the joy on her face and the sparkle in her eye told him she was enjoying it as much as he was—nah – impossible! He was loving every second, every lick, every suck and there was no way in hell he was going to last.
Rogue arched his back, his hips thrusting upward, his balls wound tighter than a top. White hot electric ecstasy radiated up his body from his cock. “Baby, let go unless you want a mouth full of…”
She didn’t let go, if anything she concentrated more – holding him tighter, sucking him harder, giving him incredible mind-blowing pleasure. “Kit!” His hand shot out and gripped her hair, his fingers threading in the curls, holding her tight. His resolve shattered. Rogue could feel the climax rising from his sac, flowing into his cock.
Whether he held her or not made no difference, she wasn’t letting go. She doubled her efforts—sucking, laving, tongue dancing on the end, slipping into the little slit so she could drink his very essence. Kit wanted him to cum, she wanted him to be blown away, she wanted to absorb everything about him into her very soul.
With a harsh cry, he exploded, his cock jerked, throbbed, then his release spurted into her mouth. Kit accepted it, the taste unlike anything she’d expected—sultry, salty, all man. She whimpered and tried to draw more from him, her lips and tongue massaging the head as she milked him dry of every drop.
Seeing him orgasm, watching Rogue lose himself in what she’d done was glorious. Her whole body was prickly with arousal and heat. She wanted to slide up his body and rub on him like a cat. Her clit was pulsing and her sex ached. Even though she’d never had it, Kit knew she was craving sex…and only Rogue could satisfy her.
Wanting more and not knowing what to do, Kit sat up, her hands moving over her own body – cupping her breasts and rubbing her swollen nipples. “Rogue, please,” she begged.
“Down.” He reversed their positions, covering her. He said nothing, but bowed his head to her breasts and began to suck the sensitive flesh—his mouth on one breast and his fingers on the other. Kit writhed beneath his touch. She threw a leg over his and canted her hips, desperately trying to rub her clit against him.
He was voracious, his mouth wide, devouring as much of her tit as he could take in his mouth—his tongue, teeth and lips giving her mindless ecstasy. “Rogue, yes, God yes!” Her arms went up and her hands moved over his back feverishly. Kit was enthralled, her whole body on fire.
Rogue was determined to gift her in equal measure. His hands moved to her ass and he lifted, burying his face between her thighs.
“Rogue!” she screamed as he feasted, licking a fiery path up her slit, teasing her clit before thrusting his tongue deep into the tight hot channel of her femininity. She tossed her head, her body floundering until he held her still, lifting one leg over his shoulder as he ate her out, fucking her deep with his tongue.
Kit was out of her mind. She couldn’t be still. If Rogue didn’t hold her, she was going to slip over the very edge of the world. Never had she known such ecstasy existed. What he’d done to her in Texas had been perfect…but this—this was beyond any rapture she could conceive. There was only one other thing she wanted…
“You,” she panted. “I need you. Now. Please.”
“Not yet,” he murmured as his head moved high enough to capture her clit between his lips. And—God in heaven! – when he sucked on it, Kit’s world exploded. She wanted to cry out, but she couldn’t. Her whole world condensed down to that one euphoric point where his lips touched her body.
Rogue worked her clit with his tongue and held on. He could feel her thrashing, convulsing. Spasms shook her body and he lapped at her until she went limp. He moved up her body and began to kiss her. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”
She tried. She’d almost blacked out from the sheer bliss he’d given her. Rolling into him, she clung, her hands caressing his shoulders and chest. “I still need you,” Kit whispered. “I want to know what it’s like…”
Rogue grabbed for his pants. “Condom.”
Kit stopped him. “No, I want my first time to be just you. I’m safe. I’m on the pill, please.”
He heard her. His cock voted yes and his brain wasn’t working.
“I want to feel you, just you. I want to know what it’s like when you fill me up.”
Rogue looked into her pleading face. “I don’t do commitment, Kit and I never want kids. You’ve got to understand.”
He hadn’t said it before, but she’d always known. He was a Rogue, in name and in deed. He’d never be anything else. “I know. I understand. I still want you.”
Groaning, Rogue gave in. “You’ll be the death of me, Kit.” He rose over her and she opened her legs wide. Pressing the head of his cock at her opening, he began to work his way in.
Kit gasped at the feeling. He was so big—hot, pulsing. Her heart almost stopped as he pushed in the tip. Fuck, he was big. Burning. Stretching. He pushed her legs up, spreading her wider and she raised her head so she could see the miracle of their joining.
Rogue closed his eyes and undulated his hips, gradually letting her pussy suck his cock up inside of her. It hurt. It felt good. She wanted to ask him to stop and beg him to continue. Years of just being female with her monthly flow and using a vibrator had left her only a technical virgin. Nothing had ever felt like this. Greedily she lifted her hips, worked her muscles and tried to ensure he went nowhere but deeper.
“Good?” Rogue chuckled. “You like fucking me, don’t you?”
“Yes. More!” She was completely unashamed.
Putting his hands on her knees, he opened her up even farther. She was creaming, her juices coating his cock. “God, just look at you. I love this.” He drew out, then thrust back in, making her gasp. “It feels so good.”
The in and out motions were taking her higher. Each thrust bumped her clit and she found herself anticipating, countering her movements to match his. “Fuck me, Rogue,” she encouraged. If this was all she’d have of him – she wanted as much as she could get. “Harder!”
Rogue let go. He drove into her as far as he could – pulled out – drove back. He fucked her hard and deep. Kit held on to his forearms, her nails marking him.
Tossing her head, she let the pleasure swamp her. Harder. Deeper. Relentlessly Rogue took her. Pounding into her female flesh, giving her what she was born to accept. The need didn’t let up, it grew. Wanting, needing more, she pressed up, begging him to impale her – bury his cock to the inside of her aching hungry pussy over and over again until it happened—a tightening, rippling, growing, consuming fire that froze her. Her pussy clamped down on him as her mind and soul tore from her body and she flew – free from the chains of uncertainty that had kept her bound to the past. Her cries mingled with his as he pushed himself deep and held there. Kit could feel the warm jets of his cum bathe her secret places and she quivered as a fresh release exploded from within.
Rogue was knocked on his ass. He was having a hard time comprehending what he was feeling. Whether it was coming inside of her – all that bare flesh sliding against one another – or if it was just Kit herself, he didn’t know. He came down over her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, absorbing the echoes of her climax. “Easy, baby.”
While he cradled Kit, offering her a safe haven to anchor after the storm of their passion, Rogue wondered at his own emotions. Confused. Flummoxed. He didn’t know what he was feeling. This was different and he wasn’t comfortable with different. He didn’t bond, yet he refused to entertain the notion that this wouldn’t happen again—and again.
“Thank you,” she breathed, her lips warm against his skin.
“Rest,” he urged. “We’ll get up and talk in a bit, but we’re worn out right now. Let me hold you. Rest.”
She didn’t need much convincing, Kit felt warmer and safer than she’d ever been. The chance to sleep in Rogue’s arms wasn’t something she was willing to pass up. So, she cuddled next to him while he pulled up the covers and in a few short moments, she knew no more.
Rogue’s mind wouldn’t let him sleep. He’d only told her half the story. When dawn came, he had the unsavory job of telling her there was another lien on the property. White-Wing was not in the free and clear. She wasn’t going to be happy about it. And despite the self-knowledge of his limitations concerning relationships and commitment, he had no intention of letting her fight this battle alone.
While she needed him, Kit Ross had a champion.
The Next book in the Hell Yeah! Series-
Always on My Mind
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