Sunday, June 9, 2013

My Magic Touch: Getting to Know author Sable Hunter (Giveaway)



by Sable Hunter
There is magick in my world; I don’t doubt it for a second. I have had trials in my life, but I have survived. I have been protected. I have walked the floors and chanted prayerful words and the universe has granted me my wish. I write what I love. I have a wonderful time doing it. And I am able to make a living doing what I love. How much more could I ask for? Love? Yes, but I have been given that also. Magick has always been a part of my life. All the way back and I mean all the way back.

Jess and I have traced our heritage to a young woman who came over from France to New Orleans in the mid 1700’s before America was a country. These girls were known as ‘casket girls’ because they were furnished by France with little suitcases of clothes and belongings which resembled a little casket. They were meant to be a type of mail order bride sent to the new world for the wealthy Frenchmen and Creoles of New Orleans. I have read diaries where the men were told that the women were upstanding, from good families, raised in convents – that type of thing. In all actuality, I have read they cleaned out the jails and poorhouses and sent those women to Louisiana. Now that doesn’t mean they were evil or bad, back then a woman could get put in jail if she were caught on the street without a male escort. Times were difficult for women back then, especially if you were alone.
Our ancestor, Genevieve, married a man who wasn’t that good to her, so she began to seek companionship elsewhere. And I don’t mean men, I mean friends. She came to love an African slave and an American Indian woman who worked for the family she had married into. Genevieve was a little different, apparently she brought with her a little hedge witch knowledge and by that I mean she knew how to use herbs and how to heal – and maybe more. But by the time she had gained a little Caribbean voudou insight from Hessie and a few pow-wow lessons from Marta, Genevieve became a force to be reckoned with. And she passed her knowledge down to the other females in our family. Now, it’s diluted, I’m nothing special, but I have relatives who have practiced a little white magic.
My great great grandmother was a mid-wife and a healer. She could read tea leaves and tell fortunes. She could take a colicky baby and give it a few leaves of some sort and calm him in minutes. She could blow on a burn and say a scripture or two and take the pain away.
My mother was psychic, but was afraid of her power, for the most part. The only time she ever used it was to torment me – haha! But she did tell me about one occurrence and this was probably back in the sixties when she was young. She had a first cousin that she just worshiped. He was in the Air Force and stationed in California and married a woman from Palo Alto. A very well-off and beautiful woman named Josephine. My mother adored Josephine and would travel out to stay with them. She met Josephine’s family and fell in love with them and would go to China Town and Stanford University and Los Angeles – she just took California in. But her cousin’s marriage didn’t last to Josephine, much to my mother’s dismay. They broke up because he wanted to come home to Texas and Josephine wanted him to stay on the west coast. I think my mother suffered as much as they did. I wasn’t around then, so all I get is tales told around a coffeepot.
A few years later, this same cousin found a new woman and this was before the days of the internet or iphones or anything like that, so information wasn’t as instantaneous then as it is now. He told my mother he was bringing the new woman, Della, to meet the family. My mother was all prepared not to like Della – (I will give you a glimpse into the future and tell you that Della became my very very favorite aunt) she was in such an angst over the situation that she dreamed about Della – in fact she dreamed exactly what she was going to look like and what she would be wearing and she shared that information the next morning with her mother. And she was right – right down to the pink pantsuit and the bloodred lipstick.
As I was growing up, she always knew everything that I didn’t want her to know. I was never able to keep a secret. Now this might sound like any typical mother but with me – it was magnified. I have told this before, but the night I was trying desperately to lose my virginity, she called me on my cell three times telling me to stop what I was doing – immediately! My guy and I finally threw the phone out the window, but the mood was broken. He was a little too unnerved to perform – alas.
My Nana and Papa had dealings with a fortune teller also by the name of Luen. He read cards. This was back in the depression era when cattle still roamed free range in East Texas. My family had quite a large number and every evening they would call them in and the boss cow would lead the herd home. My Papa would count cows and soon he began noticing that some were missing – two, in fact, a Jersey and a bob tail red heifer. He talked it around and people were worried about rustlers.
My Nana’s mother who was a hoot told them to go ask Luen about the cows and my Nana was all for it but my Papa was a little nervous. He was like Jess, he wasn’t fond of supernatural things. To make a point, my Nana’s mother would torment him, he would go out in the late evening to feed the cattle and get all the way down to the barn and she would stand outside her house and scream “Run! Run! It’s Jack the Ripper!” And even though he knew Jack the Ripper was not in the piney woods of East Texas in 1929, he would still run like the dickens. So he wasn’t fond of the idea of going to a card reader’s house to find out about the state of some missing cattle.
But they did – Nana and Papa and another couple all piled in their car and drove the 7 miles to his house. My Papa told me that he didn’t use tarot cards. he used a regular deck of playing cards – bicycle cards. When they arrived, he let them in and Papa said the house was dark and full of creepy shadows and they sat down at a rickety dining table and old Luen asked them what they wanted to know. My Nana told him that we had some cattle missing – she didn’t say how many nor did she say what they looked like. Old Luen shuffled the cards and laid them out in a T formation and started turning them over – one by one. Papa said that every hair on his head was perked up to attention, of course he had a crew cut – what else could it be.
Finally old Luen said – “Well, the Jersey cow will come home in two days, but she’ll be hurt and you won’t ever see the red bob-tail cow again.” Ta-dah.
They all just sat there and looked at him. How had he known what breed or color of cow was missing? They hadn’t said and there was no such thing as FB or Twitter where everybody and their brother knows every little detail of your life. Papa paid him and they left and when they got in the car, he said “I wonder where that old son-of-a bitch has those cows penned up?”
They were skeptical, of course. But in two days, the Jersey came home with a broken tail and they never saw the bob-tail red one, again. Haha!
I could tell you how I use magick in my life, but I won’t scare you. It’s normal for me, I was raised to believe there was more in this world than you can explain. Where I grew up in New Orleans, the old-timers went to mass in the morning and made a mojo bag in the afternoon. I do light candles and I do wear gem stones and I do use herbs. The rest, I’ll leave to your imagination. But all of these things have led me to spice my stories, not only with hot sex, but also with folklore and spirits and hoodoo grannies and traitures and things that go hump and bump in the night – haha.

Let me give you an appropriate excerpt from HER MAGIC TOUCH – the 3rd in the Hell Yeah! series and my personal favorite. You do know the 9th Hell Yeah – Noah’s story will be released late this fall, it is entitled SKYE BLUE and Aron’s mystery will mostly be solved. The 7th Hell Yeah! Forget Me Never will be available in audio book form this month and the first two Hell Yeah! are now available in Spanish and also in a sweeter version, toning down the sex, for mainstream. I love the McCoys and your response and acceptance of them has been a source of joy for me,. Thank you.

 Adult Excerpt from HER MAGIC TOUCH

  


Joseph tossed and turned, his body felt like it was going through a heat.  Ripping off the covers, he let the cool air from the ceiling fan blow away the tatters of his dreams.  Something wasn’t right.  His eyes tried to adjust to the darkness.  There was a movement across the room.  “Who’s there?”
     The rays of the full moon gave very little light, for clouds passed hazily over its pearly surface.  The room was eerily quiet and Joseph felt like he was looking through a glass darkly – into a realm of lights and shadows.  Straining to make out who was walking so slowly toward him, he was shocked to see it was the angel from the hospital – the goddess from his dreams.  Again he asked - “who are you?”  Not that it mattered; she was someone he wanted to know, desperately.
      “Joseph.  My Joseph,” her voice was warm and sultry and caused his heart to race with desire.  As if on cue, the clouds passed from over the moon and the room lightened, becoming bathed in a heavenly glow that illuminated everything around him – including the vision advancing toward him.  It was her!  Joseph licked his lips.  She wore a thin white gown that emphasized every exquisite curve of her body. He could see large, round nipples that pushed at the gauzy fabric like they were trying to get his attention – they were damn successful. 
     Unable to resist, he held out his hand.  “I want you, angel.”  His beautiful visitor walked up to the bed and placed her small hand in his.  He raised it to his lips and kissed the tender center of her palm.  With her free hand, she released a single toggle at her breast and the filmy material floated to the floor.  Joseph’s mouth went dry and he felt his cock become engorged with passion.  Gracing him with the sweetest smile, she pulled the sheet back; then sent his blood pressure into orbit as she ran her hand down his chest to tangle in the short curls above his manhood.   
     Joseph was panting with desire.  Fascinated by her perfect body, her flowing hair and her incredible loving eyes, he held out his arms and she climbed into the bed with him, fitting herself to his body as if she were created just for him.  He pulled her over on top of him, her hair creating a sensual curtain that enclosed them in magic.  “I live for your kiss,” she whispered to him as she offered him the gift of her lips. 
     Sucking at her tongue, Joseph reveled in the joining of their mouths.  Nothing had ever been more perfect than this!  Enclosing her firmly in his embrace, he ran his hands up and down her body – learning the curves, the dips, the valleys – memorizing the silken smoothness of her perfect skin.  “Sit up, beautiful,” Joseph urged.  “I want to see all of you.”  His wish seemed to be her command, because she straddled his body and sat up, revealing to Joseph’s hungry eyes two round full globes topped with dark colored nipples that were clearly aroused and eager for his attention.  She wiggled her pussy against his abdomen and cupped her breasts in her own palms – leaning over to rub one nipple over his lips – Eve tempting Adam.  Joseph took a bite of the apple – opening his mouth and latching on to the tempting tit like it was the food of the gods. 
     “Oh, yes!” she keened as he sucked to his heart’s content.  As he fed at her breast, his siren caressed his chest and shoulders, running her hands over his face, revving up his sexual appetite like the engine of a powerful car before a race.  “I want more!” she announced as she took hold of the headboard and moved herself up his body.  Joseph was entranced as he realized she was about to sit on his face – demanding something from him he was more than willing to give.
     Paradise!  Joseph made himself at home in her pussy, licking and sucking and nibbling at the cherry of her clit.  She tasted like honeysuckle – sweet and wild. Her aroused moans and groans were making him more excited than he could ever remember being, and he repaid her enthusiasm by reaching up and taking both nipples in his fingers and working them until she began to ride his face with the same erotic rhythm.  Much to Joseph’s delight, his angel’s juices began to flow – coating his face with her passion and ensuring that his cock was as hard as a steel beam.  God, he couldn’t wait to fuck her!
     “Now!” he growled.  “I’ve got to have you now!”  He pushed on her waist, angling her down.  Joseph was so near to cumming he wondered if he would manage to actually get inside of her treasure house before he exploded.  Looking up into her beautiful face, he was gratified to see she was as hungry for him as he was for her.  Her eyes were glazed over with passion, her cheeks were flushed – and her breaths were coming in little pants specifically designed to turn him inside out with longing. 
      Steadying his angel with hands on her hips, he lifted her high enough to accept his rampaging organ.  She was as eager as he and reached between them, taking hold of his cock and guiding him into the hot depths of her body.  “Joseph,” she moaned.  “It feels good – so good to have you inside me,” Immediately, she began moving – sensuously, gracefully, and passionately – like she couldn’t get enough of him  
      “That’s it, baby – take me – make me yours - please.” Joseph groaned as she rode him with abandon – her head thrown back, blatantly relishing his hard cock throbbing deep inside of her.  His encouraging plea caused her to meet his gaze and she smiled, causing Joseph to erupt – he had never come so magnificently – jetting hotly into her body.  And as his hips jerked, she cried out his name, “Joseph!” and shattered.  Her body began to shake and her pussy fisted down on him in rapid, repeating milking motions – the most intimate caress known to man. 
     God in heaven!  Joseph pushed his hips upward, striving to put himself as deep in her as he could – Lord, he wished he could stay inside of her forever.  No orgasm in his past even came close to the rapture of this one.  Enchanted, he watched her come down from her high – her palms covering those gorgeous breasts, rubbing her own nipples – her pussy still working his cock in tiny aftershocks.  And when she focused on him – giving him her attention – laying down on his chest and resting her head on his shoulder – Joseph felt the most intense happiness of his life.  Folding his arms around her, he squeezed.  She kissed his neck, he kissed her temple – and sleep stole their thoughts and brought them contentment.

     Daylight broke and Joseph reached for her.  His hands closed on empty air.  God, he could still smell her!  Sitting up, he started to swing his legs off of the bed – and he remembered.  He was paralyzed.  And impotent. 
     “Fuck!”  It had been a dream.  Again.  That incredible woman, that incredible release had been a figment of his deteriorating reason.   “Damn! Shit!”  He almost cried from the crushing weight of disappointment that crashed down on his heart and soul.  He wanted her – so bad.  But, she wasn’t real.  She was just a dream.  And Joseph wanted to die.                
          
     She was going to have to change the sheets.  Cady looked at the huge wet spot staining her pale pink bottom sheet.  Her encounter with Joseph might have all been in her mind, but her orgasm and ejaculation were real enough to force her to strip her bed and do a load of laundry.  Good Gracious!  Cady could never remember having that type of climax in her sleep.  For a moment, she allowed herself to sink down on the bed and relive the ecstasy she had experienced in his arms.  Could sex actually feel that good?  Feeling her face flame, she covered her cheeks with her palms.  Whew!  Forcing herself up, she resumed her task.  Jerking off the bottom sheet, she threw it over in a pile and started to take off the mattress liner as well.  The sudden ringing of her cell phone halted her movements and she instantly knew her grandmother was on the line.  “Nana!” she greeted her warmly.
     “Acadia, my love,” the ancient voice was forceful with will, if not with strength.  “How are you?”
      Cady sank down on the edge of the bed, again - the events of the night before still primary in her mind.  Attempting to put them aside so she could have a legitimate conversation with her relative, she forgot the incredible insight of the woman on the other end of the line.  Before Cady could answer her question, Nana answered it for her.  “You are going to him, aren’t you?”
     Even though she knew it was useless, she stalled for time.  “Going to whom, Grandmother?”  Anytime she switched to the more formal address for her Nana, Cady betrayed her guilt at whatever her grandmother was interrogating her about.  
     “Your destiny, child; you are about to embark on the greatest adventure of your life.” Nana’s voice had dropped an octave and took on that tone of prophecy that Cady recognized from countless times before.  “You’ve been dreaming of him, haven’t you?”
     Surprise cascaded over Cady.  Nothing her grandmother could do should come as a surprise, but invariably this mysterious woman could catch her off guard.  There was no use to hedge – she was caught.  “Yes.” She didn’t have to tell everything she knew, either.
     “That is normal, Cady, we have all done it.  Women of power can bring their dreams to life,” she stage-whispered to make her point.  “I can promise you this – whatever you experienced last night - - - so did he.”  Having delivered the message she had intended, a soft click met Cady’s ears and then a dial tone.  Her grandmother was gone. 
     Cady was stunned.  Joseph had dreamed the same dream?  About her?  Would he remember their encounter?  Her hand automatically flew to her hair – to her face – would he recognize her?  Did he know it was Cady Renaud who was making love to him?  Flashes of her aggressive behavior caused her to flush with a combination of excitement and embarrassment.  How was she going to face him now? 
  
Thank you for reading,    
Sable


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29 comments:

  1. What a rich heritage you and Jess have! I love how you use so much of you in what you bring to us, enriching your work. Such generosity! Thank you Sable.

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    1. That is what I think when I read her books, too. There is such a sense of family heritage, you can tell it is important to her.
      Don't forget to come back with your contact info to win the eBook.

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    2. you are welcome, I wrote a book for Jess that included all of our family stories - funny, scary, sad - everything i could think of and named it "Tales my Mother told me" It helps us keep our family alive.

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  2. What an amazing story. I have goosebumps! Thanks for sharing part of your life with us. I cannot wait to start reading this series.

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    1. You will love her books, Cathy. Don't forget to send your contact info so you can win the eBook.

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    2. Cathy, I would love for you to read it and please tell me what you think. I love a little mystery and a little supernatural and hopefully this has both.

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  3. This is very interesting! I agree with Michelle, I love how you use things from your heritage in your books. It makes me want to go back and re-read them (yet again) knowing more about your background. As you know, I love this series and can't wait for more!

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    1. Eydie, I was the same way, remembering scenes from Sable's books. Don't forget to send us your contact info so we can let you know if you win.

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    2. I write so many articles and blogs that I sit around and think - - what have I not talked about - haha - so far i have managed to find new topics, I'm just telling everything about myself - you all know me as well as I know myself.

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  4. I love Sable's books. The Magick series is one of my favorites. Love finding stuff out about your background makes the books more interesting and I love history anyways :)
    air0kmb@yahoo.com

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    1. Sable has several hot series. She has such a great imagination!

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    2. thank you, I'm working on Zak's Blue Moon - it will be out next year, its going to be a bit different

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  5. Thank you for sharing your amazing story, Sable. I love how you implement your heritage into your books. I can't wait to read your Magick Series. I know I will love them as much as I have enjoyed your other books. hbecka80@gmail.com

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    1. I have the Magick series on my TBR too!

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  6. I have never enjoyed reading, ever, until I started reading your books. Now my husband turns his night light off before I do. He still shakes his head at me in disbelief when he watches me reading instead of watching TV. Thank you for your wonderful books. Can't wait for Skye Blue to come out.

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    1. I love that title!!!! Don't forget to leave us contact info to send to you if you win the ebook.

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  7. I love reading your books and think that it is so great that you put a little something of yourself in each one. I have read most of the Hell Yeah books and love all of them. I want my own McCoy!!! Thank you so much for your amazing writing!
    jwatkins4401@lions.eastms.edu

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    1. I'll take Badass, which one do you want???

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    2. Well if you are gonna take Issac, then I want Aron, and if I cant have him I want Beau. :)

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  8. I love the books. Each one I read I fall in love with some of the characters. They are all great reads. I also enjoy the settings.

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    1. I love how you see your beloved characters show up in other books, so you never have to leave them.
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  9. Thanks for the books you write. I enjoy them a lot.
    MCantu1019 at aol dot com

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  10. I thank you all, I love you all and it is a privilege to spend every moment with you I can. Thank you so much. I shall respond.

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  11. Thanks for sharing part of your rich family history with us. How amazing to know the particulars of your ancestors in 1700! I try to read every blog post you do and there's always interesting new facets of you that you are sharing with us. I've read all of your books and so I've had the pleasure of falling in love again & again & .... :)
    judyinazusa@yahoo.com

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  12. I have always believed in a bit of Magick. Call if what you want, some of us have better luck than others and that can translate to magic to me.

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  13. I've been thinking about what I like the most about the Hell Yeah! series. I think it is that the characters are so perfect for one another that once they finally get together, you're like, "Hell yeah! Finally!". :)

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  14. Congratulations MCantu1019,
    You are lucky winner of an ecopy of your choice from Sable Hunter's Hell Yeah! series. Stay tuned for an email from Sable on how to claim your prize.

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  15. Sable is giving away three books! The other two winners are Becka and pearls!

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