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Friday, April 17, 2015

A GIVEAWAY & A New Release with Sable Hunter...


One Man’s Treasure



***Blurb***

Jet is a hero—Special Forces, an Equalizer, a motorcycle riding MMA fighter who is part pirate and all man. No one messes with Jet.
He is formidable—the tall, dark, and deadly type.
In One Man’s Treasure, he’s on a quest for gold. Jet travels to Mexico to fight a challenger before he sails the Sirena to bring up a fortune from the sunken Spanish galleon, San Miguel. As usual, Jet is in control, master of his destiny. Until…
Jet meets Sami.
Sami waits tables at a club in Veracruz. Jet can’t help but notice the slight, shy bartender. It angers him when customers give Sami a hard time.
Only problem—Jet assumes Sami is a boy.
Sami is actually Samantha. She’s come to Mexico to find healing and the truth about what happened to her best friend. When she has to leave town fast, she stows away on Jet’s boat.
Imagine his surprise when he finds Sami…and then discovers she’s a woman!
Beneath a silvery moon, Jet watches a mermaid play in the sea and discovers that
One Man’s Treasure can be more than diamonds and gold.
One Man’s Treasure is love. 



***Excerpt***

When he put his hand on the door knob, he grinned down at the cat who was right beside him, her eyes following his every movement. Opening the door, he watched Polly run in, expectantly. He followed, ready to pick up her ball or maybe see a mouse she could smell that had found its way on board.
“Come back to bed.”
Jet froze.
WTF?
“When did you leave me?” A crunching sound from

Polly’s throat was her answer.
Jet took a deep breath, he knew that voice. Rounding

the end of the bunk, he stared at his intruder. “What the hell are you doing on my boat?” he yelled.
Sami sat up so fast, she bumped her head on the bunk above. “Jet! I can explain!”
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. She scrambled around and grabbed the shirt she’d pulled off the night before and tugged it over her T-shirt, in an attempt to cover her burgeoning breasts.
“Get down and get your ass in the galley.” He stalked out.
 “Can I use the bathroom first?”
“It’s the head, dammit, and yes, use the head first.”
Jet fumed his way down the hall.
He had a damn stowaway!
Sami was almost in tears, but she fought them back.

He had every right to be angry. Meekly, she crawled from the bunk, straightened the sheets and cover and padded to the bathroom to do her business.
Jet poured another cup of coffee and tried to calm down. The kid had saved his life, he couldn’t exactly make him walk the plank.
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be.” Jet stared at Sami. “Thank you for saving me, by the way.” That needed to be said, now he’d said it.
Sami blushed. “You’re welcome.”
“Now, what the hell are you doing on my boat?” Sami hung her head. “I didn’t intend to be here, I was

just hiding from these men who were chasing me.”
“What men?” Jet frowned.
“Angel Andrade and Rey Olmos.”
The names meant nothing to Jet. “Did you get their 
drinks wrong?”
“No.” Sami shook her head, it didn’t matter. There was no use burdening Jet with her sad tale. “Look, I didn’t know you were leaving so quickly. I hid, fell asleep and the next thing I knew we were out at sea.”
“Well, I didn’t want to refight the battle of the Alamo with Santoro and his gang, so I thought it was time for me to cast off.” Jet stared at the kid. He couldn’t weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet. Yet, there was something about him. Something that bothered Jet, made him feel uncomfortable. “You’ll have to stay out of my way. And you’re going ashore the first chance I get to put you off.”
“Okay.” She looked up at his dear face. “Where will that be?”
“Cuba,” he spat out, not really meaning it.
“At least the embargo’s been lifted,” she mused. “Okay, that will be fine.”
Jet grumbled under his breath. “You ate my orange, didn’t you?” At least he wasn’t going crazy.
“I’m sorry. I won’t eat anymore, just some bread, maybe.” She looked at him hopefully. “Or I could cook for you if you’d let me, I’m a decent cook.”
“We’ll see.” Jet got down another cup. “Want coffee?”
“Please.”
Seeing his hopeful glance, Jet sighed. “Sit down.” He set about to feed his unexpected companion. “If you’re going to work around here, you need to eat. Looks to me like you need to fill out and put on some muscle.”
Sami’s expression didn’t change. “I’ve gained some weight recently.”
Jet snorted. “Really? I think you need to gain a lot more. Before we reach landfall, I’ll have you hoisting the rigs and swinging the jib.”
“Will you teach me to tie knots?”
As he put bacon in a pan, he glanced over his shoulder at the small guy. “Sure. Where are you from?”
“Houston.”
“What were you doing in Mexico?” Jet broke a couple of eggs and added them to the bacon.
Sami’s stomach was growling. She didn’t want to tell Jet the whole story, there was no use. “I came down to help a friend.”
He seemed satisfied with her explanation. Seeing some dishtowels to fold, Sami made herself useful. “If you’ll tell me some things to do to help, I’d be glad to do them. I don’t want a free ride, I want to work.”
Jet appreciated the boy’s attitude. “Well, I’ll see what I can come up with. How old are you?”
“I’ll be twenty-three in October.” Sami knew she hadn’t done a lot of living in that time.
Jet turned to face his guest. “You look younger.” His eyes roved Sami’s narrow shoulders, small hands, big eyes and...graceful neck. If he didn’t know better...
When Sami saw that Jet was looking at her really close, she almost confessed. What would it matter if he knew she wasn’t a male?
“You’d just better be glad you’re not a girl.” Jet turned back around.
What? Sami was confused. “Why?”
“Because I’d have to throw you overboard. I don’t allow women on my ship when I’m sailing. It’s bad luck. Very bad luck.”
Sami pressed her lips together. So much for honesty. He couldn’t know she was a girl. “What kind of bad luck?”
“Storms. Pirates. Shipwreck. Scurvy.”
“Scurvy?” He turned to grin at her, so Sami knew he was kidding. “I don’t think a woman could cause scurvy.”
“No, more like STDs. Actually, they’re a distraction, unless she’s naked and then she’ll lull a storm like oil on water.”
“So naked is good?”
Jet handed Sami a plate and sat down with his own. “Naked is always good. Have you known many beautiful women, Sami?”
Sami fidgeted in her chair. “Well, I had one come on to me in the bar the other night. She grabbed my crotch.”
Jet roared with laughter. “Good for you.”
Sami ate slowly. She felt extremely self-conscious. Not only because she was halfway in love with the guy, or the idea of the guy since she didn’t really know him. But she was also afraid he’d see through her lame disguise at any moment. She didn’t have her breasts flattened by the compression bra, so she sat hunched over, but there wasn’t a dang thing she could do about her small hands or feet. And she didn’t have the stupid cap to pull over her hair. Taking a sip of the coffee he’d poured for her, she looked up and met his eyes.
Jet was staring, he knew he was.
Dammit!


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***Bio***

Sable Hunter writes romance, some of it quite spicy. She writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges, like one of her favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can she deliver a hero. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If she can wring those emotions out of a reader, then she has done her job. She grew up in south Louisiana along the mysterious bayous where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters. The culture of Louisiana has shaped her outlook on life and made its way into her novels where the supernatural is entirely normal. Presently, Sable lives in Texas and spends most of her time in wild and wonderful Austin. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable has been known to haunt cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave.She owns Beau Coup Publishing company where she publishes her own work as well as many other fantastic authors. Join her in her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples.


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Rarely will you find Ryan O'Leary in a state of rest; if he's not on the ice or kicking around a soccer ball, he's plotting his next story or out on the town with friends. His fun and flirty nature makes it possible for him to write the kind of romance that makes the reader both smile and tingle.

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GIVEAWAY TIME!

Sable has generously offered one ebook copy of One Man's Treasure to one lucky commenter. So, please leave a comment with your email address' for a chance to win it.

Best wishes,
~Jennifer Labelle~


4 comments:

  1. Sounds like a fun read. I hope she continues to call it a bathroom.
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  2. Treasure hunters - how exciting.

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  3. I'd love to win!
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