Friday, December 20

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! #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: 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! #FreeReads #Erotica #RT

Go Lick INK!

Sable J

Monday, August 26

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

Saturday, August 3

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!!!

Sunday, June 30

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

Monday, April 1

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!


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