Slip a Sable under the Tree...For FREE!!

No, that whole "slip a sable" bit won't ever get old 'round these parts.

And, lucky you, it's a TWEETABLE: 
Tweet: Slip a Sable under the tree for FREE!  http://ctt.ec/V0NlR+ #FreeReads #Erotica #RT

Okay, before I get to the meaty (or vegetable-y) awesomesauce bit of this post, umm, who'n the hell told 2013 it could fly by like someone stuck a Roman Candle up its ass and lit the fuse? Really, 2013? REALLY?

Anywho, my kvetching in the previous para might have let on to the fact that it's December, hands-down the most important month of the year. All the world over people put up trees and sing carols and exchange gifts and light candles to express the overwhelming happiness, nay exuberance this very special month inspires. And do you know why?

Because it's SABLE'S BIRTHDAY MONTH, natch!!

 *Go, Sagi, it's ya birthday!*

And since it's my party and I can do what I want to, I'm giving away one of my favorite books for F-R-E-E-E-E-E. You read that right. FREE! But it's only free for a limited time: 12/20-12/21. So get to clicking!  

If you're bad at following directions *raises hand* and haven't clicked the link or the pretty pic already, and you need more convincing, here are the deets:

The Doxy's Daybook

Price: Free....free... Fuh-ree!
Free dates: DECEMBER 20 - 21 (Go NOW!)
Heat level: Your Kindle Fire will LITERALLY be on FIRE! And then melt. Honest.

Blurb: Broadway is a thespian’s wet dream, and for Rosalind Hayes, seeing her name in lights would be a juicy bite out of the Big Apple.  But when the doors don’t open and the roles don’t come, this would-be starlet turns harlot, producing a sinfully sexy show of her own.

The audiences are private, the scenes are deliciously wicked, and everything from props to settings to lines is under Roz’s control.  For over a decade, this way-off-Broadway production runs like clockwork, until one particular fan threatens to alter the show forever.

Faced with an entirely new script, can Roz deliver a command performance, or will this be the final curtain on our doxy’s one-woman show?

Holy smokes, Sable, this sounds too good to give away for free! Why would you do this? 

Because you guys are FANTABULOUS! You've made my day with kind words or crazy posts or great (and sometimes not-so-great) reviews. And because I can, dammit, so click-a the link.


*said in my best info-mercial voice*

If you ACT NOW you can get another super spicy read for absolutely nothing, nada, zip, zilch. Just click the picture. You don't even have to pay the shipping and handling! SAY WHAT??? Yup-yup. Because that's how much I love you. 

Melt away these freezing winter nights with:

The Sinner's Slice 

You haven't clicked yet? Oh, that's right, you want a little lick:

Blurb: Tayden is a good girl with bad luck. This far-out journalist is all set to hit New Orleans during Mardi Gras when her editor sends another writer in Tayden's place.

No "intriguing" story. No plastic beads. No sticky King cake.

Now, miles away from the mysteries of the Big Easy, Tayden's stuck in the beautiful (but boring) French countryside with a dead car battery, a dead cell phone, and no charger for either one. Can the oddballs in the little village help a good girl out? Or might Tayden discover she's been a sinner all along?

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Two great books for the price of...well, nothing. Sheesh. That's a steal! Someone should come by and lock you up for this random act of book thievery!

So, make my birthday month happier by downloading The Doxy's Daybook and The Sinner's Slice. (I'm just noticing my apparent love for alliteration. LOL)  And if you insist on adding even more to the fun, make one more little click to tell all your friends! Sharing is caring :)

Tweet: Slip a Sable under the tree for FREE!  http://ctt.ec/V0NlR+ #FreeReads #Erotica #RT

Go Lick INK!

Sable J


UN-SUCK YOUR MONDAY!! #FreeINK #PleaseRT #JessaCallaver

It's Monday. 

I know, I know, Mondays suck. 

But not this Monday!  

This Monday will forever go down in history as EPIC FREAKIN' MONDAY!

What ever do you mean, Sable? My coffee hasn't kicked in, the kids are driving me crazy, I have a project due at work I'm not ready for, and the snozzberries do not taste like SNOZZBERRIES!

Easy there, tiger. Take a breath. This is still an epic freakin' monday. Here's why:

The awesomesauce that is Jessa Callaver has updated and re-released her works: The Goat and The Heathen, The Very Thought of Him, and Family Care.  And, for a limited time, they are all...wait for it... FREEEEEEEEE!!!! (Yes, I sang that...)

Now, to be specific, they're free on Smashwords. BUT, if you want to help an author out, they're only 99 cents on Amazon. That's just a buck for a heaping helping of amazing.  Did that just UNSUCK your Monday, or what?

Go Lick Jessa's INK! And don't forget, sharing is caring. Spread the word via twitter and FB and everywhere else people mediate socially. LOL!  Deets are below!

The Goat and The Heathen
College roommates Aja and Olivia couldn't be more different. Olivia, the outgoing hot girl on campus, has arranged a little excitement for her stubborn and subdued friend. Will Aja be prepared for what her friend has planned? Moreover, for what the night might reveal? 

The Very Thought of Him

Dara's in a slump. Her smalltown workaday life is beginning to wear her thin. Bored one night, she encounters Kelly's ad online, and something is ignited in her. She flirts and he responds. The only question is, can she muster the courage to step away from what's safe? 

Family Care

A family of attorneys. Three rowdy kids. A chance to earn some extra money before leaving for college. A curious girl with a family eager to teach her a thing or two. What's the most that could happen? When 18-year-old Josie agreed to sacrifice her last high school spring break to babysit for the Sharps' she could have never foreseen the result. The Sharps are the new shiny successful family in town...with a hidden secret. Drawn into a cold and chaotic house, an even chillier marriage and a family in dire need of her care Josie soon realizes she's bitten off more than she can chew. Will she be willing to learn what this family has to teach? 

You're still here?? GO LICK INK!! LOL

Sable J out


Keep Calm and SAKE BOMB!

(Sidebar: I was trying to duplicate that awesome helvetica meme, you know, john & paul & ringo & george, but it got to be a production so I said screw it.)


Sake Bomb is officially out, peeps! I know some of you are already in the know, and some of you have hit me with awesome e-mails because you've already ready it (YAAY) and loved it! Thank you!  But if you haven't got your copy yet, here are the deets (And please tweet and share and all that good stuff!)

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Words: 107K +
Price: $4.99


An Agent
Two Bombs
And a Dom…

Fresh off a sanctioned mission that hits too close to home in the memories department, agent Kizzie Baldwin gets the Intel she’s waited five long months for—they’ve finally located Sumi, their sole lead on the salted bomb HRV.  The problem: Sumi might be dead.

Abandoning the stability of clandestine ops, Kizzie goes rogue with everyone’s favorite criminal Dom, Xander Duquesne. Together, they search the streets of Tokyo to track down and stop HRV before it blows. But there’s a second bomb, a bigger bomb, triggered by the explosive friction between impatient operative and determined Dom.

And there’s no way to stop it.

If Kizzie comes out on the other side, will she still be a good agent?  Or be His good girl?

***WARNING: 18+ only. This title contains all the stuff you don’t want your kids reading, you know, graphic language, adult themes, explicit sex, and extreme violence. Oh, and snark, can’t forget the snark. M’kay, I warned ya!***


“Sure you don’t want to see me in the red ones?”  A bend at the waist and Kizzie lifted the silky briefs with a finger.  “I think you might like these.  They fit real snug, usually get me compliments.” 

His brow lowered.  “Blue, and you know I don’t like repeating myself.  You’re up to 21.”

“As you wish.”  Swapping out the undies, Kizzie bit her lip and slowly strolled over to where he stood in front of the chair.  “Look…I’ve had time to mull this over, and I think we should stop with the games. We’re two adults, obviously attracted to each other, and to be honest, I prefer you trying to get in my pants to you trying to get in my head.  So, how ‘bout it,” Kizzie said, adding a deliberate and sultry, “Sir?” and looking up from beneath her lashes.

She dropped the towel.

“Any way you want me.  Tie me up,” she touched her tongue to her upper lip, “spank me,” smoothed her palm up the front of his shirt, bringing the other hand up to start on the buttons. “Fuck me.  Hard and fast…nice and slow. Whatever would please you.”

She leaned into him, enjoying the feel of his solid chest and the fire chasing his palms as they skimmed down her spine. 

God, those hands.  Possessive brands on her skin. 

Lifting a bit brought her mouth closer to his, and she breathed the next words over his lips. “Any. Thing. You. Want.”  His head lowered, mouths almost meeting.  It took all of her strength to rock back out of reach. “But first…”

He cleared his throat, a heat simmering in his eyes.  “First?”

“First, you need a shower,”  Kizzie’s whispered.  “‘Cause I don’t like the smell of her perfume.” 

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Are you still here? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!!! #GoLickINK!!!


A boat...and a marshmallow.

Yo yo yO YOOOOOOO!!!! LOL!

I bet you're wondering about that title, right. I mean, a boat, and a marshmallow? How the heck are those two things even remotely related?

They're not.

Unless you're a 4-year-old.

Let me explain.

Last week around 7:30 or 8 in the morning, I finally peel my inked-up carcass from my mattress and drag it down the hall.  I'm not much for mornings, but my 4-year-old niece is. She's not much for sleep, and I'm all about the shuteye. Perfect opposites. 

So there I am, eyes barely open, scarf on tilt, one corner of my pajama shirt tucked into my shorts... I shuffle into the living room and see her planted on the floor, hair done, big smile, fully dressed and ready for the day even though she didn't have school. "She gon' learn" but whatevs.  Marker in one hand, she's hunched over and drawing on a notepad that's three times her size.  On said notepad is a green line, sort of in the shape of a triangle if the triangle had a few too many nips of Gin and Socko, and a yellow line that makes San Francisco's crooked mile look like an arrow.  I get my bright-eyed, "Morning!" (love those) and a much more enthusiastic, "You like my picture?"

I love her picture, just don't know what the hell it is. So, dutiful auntie I am, I shake off the sleepy and nod just as enthusiastically. "It's awesomesauce, baby!  But... what is it?"

"A boat..." —insert duh face—"and a marshmallow."

"Oooooof course it is. How could I miss that?" (Insert one more duh face from the kid just so I know that she knows I'm not about that art life...)

Staring at it now, I'm still not sure which is which. Green boat yellow mallow? *shrugs* It's hanging on my wall anyhow (Dali's aunt hung his crazy shit on her walls, too, you know.) But here's the point: If my little budding Picasso can stick a boat and a marshmallow on the same sheet of Pictionary-worthy notepaper, it's totally okay to give you two unrelated things in the same post. (well, mine are a bit closer than a sea-worthy vessel and a chewy confection, but whatever.)

First, the boat. 

You might've noticed I haven't been around much on the various social media and here on the old blog.  I'm gonna be even scarcer for the next 6 months. There's a good reason, a great reason, actually. BUT, until it all comes together I'm keeping mum.

I'll still be writing. I'll still be releasing books and plan to write the first draft of the next installment between now and the end of the year. (Are you paying attention? The NEXT INSTALLMENT, as in there will be a 4th book in the Kizzie series, hint hint.) I've also got a Christmas book, I'll finally be editing Devil's Flame, which might get a name change, I've got a Halloween short that needs cleaning, and a couple full-length WIPs I started before life got crazy. 

In the midst of all that I'll be reworking my website and probably moving this blog since blogger's going through the whole adult content thing *eye roll*, taking a couple of classes, and still working my "real job." Then there's that secret I mentioned up above.  I'm gonna be a little busy(er). 

Apart from a random drop-in or two, I won't be around. If you want to reach me, send me an e-mail.  I respond to ALL of my e-mail. This is not the same as "I always get the right e-mail address sent to me." If you drop me a line by e-mail, be sure your addy is correct so I can write ya back!

This cover might change... Hm...
And now, the marshmallow:

Hey Hey!
Ho Ho!
SAKE BOMB is ready to go!!! 

(the funky chicken I'm doing right now is so hardcore, you don't even know...)

What was the hold up? I fought this book for the last 18 months. I'm talking full-on fist-fight. I loved it, I hated it.  Who the hell thought I should write a book? Why did I write that there? That makes no sense.  I couldn't understand what was happening.  I mean, it's my book, right? Why the hell won't the characters just do what I'm telling them to? 

I'd make one change, think I had it figured out and then everything else would have to change. It was like solving a rubik's cube. Just when I thought I got all the red side done I turn it around and see the back wall is blue, green, white, yellow and whatever the hell the other color is and I'd want to start snatching off stickers or throw the thing away.

I kvetched to fellow writer, Jessa Callaver (love you hun! Thank you!!!) about how utterly sick of this damn thing I was. I wrote it and rewrote it and rewrote it and, holy hell, there's so much crap on the cutting room floor for this book.  Then I came across a note I jotted down when I first started working on Shaken and Stirred, way before I even knew this was going to be a series. That note is this:

It's not going to be easy for you.

Mind. Blown. Right?  You're writing a book, Sable. A serial, no less. Of course it's not gonna be easy. Damn you, pointless note on random sheet of paper, damn you!

A month ago I realized I didn't write that note for myself or even to myself. *insert 4-year-old's patent-pending duh face* In fact, I found that nugget in my character journal for Xander. Those were Xander's words. Doms gonna dominate, as the kids say...

I finally listened to that (and some other things from his POV journal that I won't list here) and then a ton of things fell into place. I unwrote the book and shazam! Bottom line, all you authors reading this, don't fight your book!

At this point, there are a few small things to go over—new cover (I'm not sold on the one I have yet, what do you think?) synopsis, beta reads and the like.  But the main story is there, ready to be told, good, bad, or indifferent. 

I'm finally satisfied.

Which brings me to the last chewy bite of this marshmallow, the release date is July 31st. Yes, to maximize my time in the event shit goes wrong 'cause, invariably, shit goes wrong.  That's 31 days from today. Let the countdown begin! Ug... You have no idea how apropos that is... *wicked laugh*

Sable J. Out


Finally FREE! #GoLickInk

Hey Peeps!

It's been FAR too long since I've dropped some INK here on my blog—for good reason, I'm still getting through Sake Bomb and matching deets with the next in the series (the name of which I won't reveal just yet...ain't I a stinker?)  

So, I'm swinging by today with some even more exciting news.  Amazon—titan of the ebook-verse that it is—has finally got its rackin' sackin' sassafrassin' act together and made my latest collaborative release FREE

NAUGHTY GRAS features 4 smokin' hot stories, guaranteed to curl your toes! KWEEN, Perris Forrest, and Jessa Callaver, my oh so talented and uber-beautiful sisters of the pen, brought it in this anthology, showing the freakier side of Mardi Gras from different locations around the world! You know you want to go, but if you need a bit more convincing, here are the deets:

You might’ve been to Mardi Gras, but baby, you’ve never seen a party like this! In NAUGHTY GRAS, four scorching hot stories come together to take you behind the scenes of the spiciest Tuesday of the year!  

Hang out in the Big Easy with a super sexy helping of DIRTY RICE, and after you gobble that up, head on down to Rio for a romantic RENDEZVOUS.  Who knows, you might meet your destiny.  Want something a little more “spiritual” in nature? Well it’s Bacchanal Time in Viareggio, Italy, too.  You’ll be in great hands IN GODS' HANDS.  Eat and drink your fill, just be sure to save room for dessert, ‘cause it ain’t a Gras without King cake, and THE SINNER’S SLICE has your name on it.

So come get naughty tonight.
You can always repent in the morning...

Spicy, right? So what are you waiting for, you gorgeous people you! Go download your copy of NAUGHTY GRAS for FREE today, from any e-tailer you so choose!!! I even put the links below so you're just a click away from the awesomesauce! Now, go Lick INK!



Miss Cleo I Ain't...

*shout out to Blogger for running that blank post skit. Good job -_- *

Hey Peeps,

I figured I better get this over with now. Much as I hate to say it, Sake Bomb won't be out before the end of the year. Not without me suffering a serious breakdown. What can I say other than life (the "real job") got in the way.  Thought I'd have it together by now, but it just didn't happen, though not for lack of trying.

Someone's going to read the above and think I'm saying it won't be coming out ever. That's not the case. Not if, just when.  After you've typed 150,000 words of a book, you better believe you're gonna release it! And THERE'S A BOOK 4 coming! (so I HAVE to release Sake Bomb) 

While I'm at it, let me address something else that seems to keep cropping up, be it via e-mail or FB message or carrier pigeon. People want to know how many books there will be. It's hard to say, but I never once said this would be a trilogy (I read that somewhere and thought, hm, that's interesting).  How's this: when I come to the end, I'll stop.

2013 is going to be different. I usually don't do resolutions, but I AM going to say what I won't do in the new year is predict a release date. LOL! Clairvoyance is not my strong suit...so maybe I'm more like Miss Cleo than I think ;) I also won't be pulling all nighters because I graduated college (a looooong time ago) expressly so I'd never have to do that crap again.

Anyhow, apologies for the delay (again). Thanks everyone for the support—and for those of you who know what I'm going through, for the encouragement. It kept me sane.

It's after midnight, I'm going to go eat for the first time today (yesterday? whatever...), and then drink a large vat of red. 

See you on the other side of the new year, and everyone be blessed and safe.

Hugs all around,


Got a Kindle? Lick FREE INK!

Hey, peeps!

Just wanted to let you know some of my books are now FREE through Amazon for Prime users, and there's something for everyone!

Looking for a scorching hot read?  This is the novella for you:

Call her Roz.  All of her fans do...

Follow along with Rosalyn Patrice Hayes, a professional doxy.  She's more than an actress, she's "a permanent affair." Every day, this southern-born beauty stars in a play she's also written and produced for an audience that doubles as co-star.  It's a performance showing on a stage way off Broadway, the grandest stage of all—the hustle and bustle of life in New York.  Told in 1st person, from the time the curtains go up until  they go down you'll find yourself mesmerized by each deliciously naughty act.  

Short on time and want your steam with a dash of funny? This quick read is right up your alley!

College students Zaria and Derek are in love. Well, Zaria's in love; Derek's in "ditto". And when he says as much in the middle of things getting hot and heavy, an upset Zaria sends her clueless boyfriend on a store run for the one thing a guy would rather die before buying—pads. The thought alone mortifies Derek, but he'll do anything for his girl.  Will a chance encounter with a stranger make Derek realize his mistake? And can Zaria figure out a suitable reward for a lesson learned? It's episode number 1 of the College Experience; Class is in session.

Maybe you want a dose of the gods behaving badly.  You'll definitely enjoy this fresh new myth:

Eros, god of love, has always been depicted as pure; the innocent, chubby-faced cherub slapped on today's Valentine's Day cards.  Ever wonder how he got that way? Well, I'll tell you—he fell.

And he wasn't alone.

It's a secret they don't want you to know about, because if you did, you'd never look at Love the same again.  You want to know?  Promise not to tell?  Okay, I'll whisper it to you.  See, it was Eros who bit the apple....

 * * * * BONUS * * * *

Want a taste of the high life?  Pick up this AMAZON EXCLUSIVE, also Free through the  Prime program.  

Vanessa Dupree has everything everyone thinks she could want—the man, the Maybach, the millions. Happiness? Well.... Now, she's found herself in a hotel lounge in Miami, celebrating at her pre-divorce party—alone. By the look of the hot young bartender, she won't stay that way for long. As the saying goes, “There’s always something you got to give up, to get everything you want.”  But what exactly is the price of perfection?

All four of these great stories are Fire!  But they won't be FREE forever! Go get your copy now and don't forget to tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend :)

Thanks for Licking,



Hardest Thing I've Had To Do,

...apparently, has been writing this blog post. *insert ominous music*. I've started it about 6 different times, sheesh! This really is difficult. But I'll spare you the dramatics and come out and say what I need to say now.  Sake Bomb is being pushed back.

EEP!  Reading that makes it real, and that's a little scary for me.  We'll discuss my neuroses later (we won't), but here're the deets.

I'd originally planned a release date for July of this year, the 23rd to be exact, although only a handful of people were privy to that knowledge prior to this moment.  (Those people—a good friend who doubles as editor, and two other friends who do some beta-ing for me—don't know I'm writing this post, either.  Trust me if they knew there'd be a looooong discussion, and I'm not up for it right now.  I'll get it when this goes live tomorrow.)  So, anyhow, the reason behind the postponement is simple: It's not ready.

Don't confuse that with "It's not done".  It's been done.  Was done back in February and I was tempted to let it fly in March.  The problem, you ask? I'm not satisfied.  You don't want to see me unsatisfied...you won't like me when I'm unsatisified!

There's a feeling you get when you know it's right, other authors feel free to chime in here.  I like Sake Bomb,  believe me.  Like the characters, like the plot.  The words are there and saying what I want to be said.  Just something's not...right.  I could put it out now and be okay with it, but I want more than okay.  I want satisfied.  Toe-curling, limb-quivering, sticky wet mess satisfied. :)

These characters live in my head every day, rouse me from sleep, interrupt phone calls.  Hell, I think about them in the middle of work, and being that I work as a massage therapist it's awkward having to explain to your client why you've been working on the same shoulder for the past 10 minutes and mumbling to yourself.  (That really happened. And I said "Oh, there's a knot here".  There was no knot...*shrugs*)  I want to do right by them in this book, so that in the next—yes, for those of you wondering if this ends the "series" or "serial" or whatever else you want to call it, there is a next book—everybody understands where things are going and why.  I'm growing along with Kizzie, and we're both trying to figure out Xander, and we all know Doms can be asses sometimes. LOL! So, yeah, I want this to be done right.

"Pushed back to when, then?" July 24th? August?  Dunno.  All I can tell you is it'll be out when it's right. Might lose a few readers, might piss people off, but that's the chance I'll take.  For those sticking around, I thank you sooooo much for your support (and e-mails and encouraging words).  They're actually what has convinced me to pause, step away from the story a bit, and then put it out when it's where it needs to be.  That's why I've been absent from this blog, and Facebook and Twitter.  You want a great story, and I want to give it to you. You've stuck in through the cliffhangers even if you hated them.  You deserve my best and that's what you'll get.

Soon as I'm satisfied.

Sable J


Back in the hot seat: Michele Hope!

 As stars glitter above the Ozarks and a grand old hotel, opportunities can avail in the least expected of places.  Yet for the skilled and gifted, so much can be made from a graceful bend at the waist, a suggestive touch or an alluring smile.  The ghost of Al Capone haunts floors of grandeur and our handsome escapees from a tropical storm ply their skills to an unsuspecting young lifeguard.  And does he ever . . . become the fortunate beneficiary of lace, rum and a midnight dip...

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Can't you just see it? Sounds downright intriguing, huh? Well, ladies and gents, that is the setup for Michele Hope's latest release, Vantage Points! And the stunning, multitalented Michele has been kind enough to come and grace the Parlor with her presence again today. (If you missed her last visit, go here!)  All right—*fire's up the tattoo machine*—let's drop some INK!

Sable: Hey, Michele! Welcome back to the Parlor. Okay, Al Capone's ghost, an old hotel, and a young lifeguard?  *lifts brow* Tell us about your hot new book, Vantage Points.

Michele: Well, whatever made you ask me about THAT?  Just a naughty little southern tale (or is that tail?) set at a grand hotel.

Sable: Definitely "tail", and definitely naughty *grins*.  So, what's the inspiration behind this tale?

Michele: Michael and I love staying at old hotels. The Eola in Natchez, the Place d'Armes in New Orleans, The Battle House in Mobile is to die for!  The Arlington in Hot Springs is a place where gangsters used to hang out (or hide).  Not too much law & order back then.  We go every summer.  I do love the rack of lamb at the Fountain Room!  They also have a split-level pool built into the mountainside.  If you use your imagination, lose yourself and the vacationers, it just seemed a natural setting for a dangerously handsome couple to live out some dangerously sexy moments.  I AM and imaginative girl Sable!

Sable: That you are, my dear, and with the background on some of those places, well, if only the walls could talk....  What's your favorite line or scene from VP?

Michele: Hmm . . . lemme think.  Oh jeez, now I'm gonna have to read it again.  I'll be right back.  Okay, I'm back.  Quick read if you were there.  I mean, uh . . . if you wrote it!  HAAA!!!  Whew!  I think I'm glowing.  I suppose it would be, and since I'm all about the seduction, the opening scene at the pool where my pretty belle plies her charm to an unsuspecting lifeguard.  And with such conspiratorial innocence too.  They're all making waves soon enough.

Sable: Last time you stopped by, we were talking about your other book, Service Rendered.  Do you think your writing has changed in any way since then?

Michele: Oh, I don't know, likely not.  With Service Rendered, I wrote in 1st person and that was new.  I like that it's more introspective and easier to avoid those wore out pronouns.  You know, "He . . . ." and "she . . . ." then some more "he and she" until some of the stuff just bores me.  It seems to be just bad writing, poor sentence structure. Don't forget, Michael is an integral part of all this.  He's very accomplished at description and setting.  And pretty damn handy to have around *looks up and winks at Sable*  He's real good with chainsaw and baitin' a hook!

Sable: Y'know what they say: Behind every good woman is a man with a chainsaw :) Now I know ya'll like to take it nice and easy on that pretty bayou of yours, but what's next on your To-Be-Written list and when can we expect it? (I'm a city girl, and therefore an impatient li'l cuss, or so my Nana says.)

Michele: I have another book to be released early in May, "Unselfishly Surrendered."  More way down South setting but with witches and absinthe!  I guess it might cross-over into paranormal but sometimes 'paranormal' seems fairly normal around here.  We have an old witch living down the bayou, I've only seen her once and she didn't wave back.  Michael has cautioned me about going and looking for that sort of thing.  He said, "If you go lookin' for the Devil, chere, well, he'll find you first!  So just let it alone."  I have seen, how should I say, some unexplainable things here in this mystical place.  Voodoo!  But I can't imagine writing or living anywhere else.  Oh . . . did I say anything about the SEX?  Evidently, witches have it too!

Sable:  "...lookin' for the Devil..."—That's why Michael's go that chainsaw! LOL! Now, most of us in the writing clan have multiple business endeavors and I know you're no different, Michele.  Tell us about your (and Michael's *rawr*) other creative inventions.   

Michele: I have to tell you about these amazing and beautiful handmade leather journals we're putting together.  Hand stitched, heavy printing papers, original artwork. Very cool stuff if I say so myself.  Okay, okay, actually Michael makes them but I HELP!  We'll be going public with them soon so be lookin' for 'em.  New South Books.  You always get a heads-up on what we're doing.  No writer should be without one.  What was the question?  I forgot.  Oh yeah, business. Business?  Sable, I'm busy fishin'!  In closing, my southern manners would fail me if I didn't invite you to join us here sur le bayou.  Sweet tea darlin?  Pimms Cup?  I happen to know a very good server.  HA!  Bienvenue Sable, à tout moment .

Sable: Those are absolutely gorgeous.  Nothing like a handmade journal to hold all your little secrets.... Merci, Michele, and a Pimm's Cup from that server, please! And now, un petit lécher (a little lick) from Vantage Points...

As we stand waist deep in the pool's middle, a relaxed demeanor among us permits easy bantering.  The clouds  race above in an uncontested advance from the Gulf.  In their hurry, they remain ambivalent to the hands placed on my hips, a proffered kiss to the back my shoulder.  Experience tells me my man's eyes are cut to Eric, who stands directly in front of us, merely feet away.  I feel those strong hands then the unmistakable caress I'm so familiar with.   One hand traces slowly to my waist, the other gathering my hair from my shoulders.  More kisses follow, delicacies to my nape.  In accord, another hand moves from my waist to just beneath my breast, cupping me softly.  Now, both palms are moving uniformly around the volume of my curves, lingering moments in full but soft clutch.  My nipples tauten, the aching ever so pleasant.  I feel them strain against the bikini's light fabric.  Before closing my eyes, I see my lifeguard watching the unlikely stagecraft playing out in his presence. 
            Bliss is unaccounted for in time.  Realizing I've lost myself for a moment, my eyes open and I look directly into Eric's.   Unlike the clouds, he is observant and very still, mesmerized by this improbable, slow-motion scene.   My husband's hands move with practiced expertise to the straps, slowly releasing them from my shoulders.  I feel them surrender, falling to my arms.  The down on neck rises as the little fastener in back is freed and my top tumbles gently away, fully revealing nipples that point skyward, stiffened and drawing even tighter.  Oh the agony!  Full of drama, I feel the weight of my breasts settle and at the same instant, I feel the compelling and defining bulge of my husband from behind. 
            I look at Eric, incredulous and indulge the moment, allowing for his full consumption before taking a deep breath to hold.  I glide straight downward into the shallows depths, the fleeting touch of my husband's fingertips following on the backs of my arms.  I imagine the bikini top floating on the surface in a vortex of tangled hair.   With smooth precision and elegance of movement, I extend my hand backward in the submersion,  finding the considerable authority beneath my husband's Bahaman shorts. 
            Springing from the concrete bottom, I jettison across the pool, never surfacing until I reach the side.  Then rising above the water's level, I discover no indication of a wake, my getaway so flawless.   I bring my hands up and push water from my face, clearing my eyes.  My breasts are buoyant just above the water line, floating, freed of restraint and gravity.  From across the pool, I become witness to my admirers, one possessed of extreme confidence, the other, stunned like a goat!  I hear but one voice, influence in its strength as it is calming in its certainty.  "Perfect isn't she?"
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Sable:  WHOA!  I love the spicy licks :) I want to thank Michele for dropping in today, and you readers for swinging by.  Make sure you leave her some love down there in the comments and then go out there and grab your copy of Vantage Points for just $2.99 NOW! 

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