THE TRUE STORY OF SCARLET FEVER

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Today, I would like to tell you about a true story. It's fictionalized in my novel Scarlet Fever.
I have a friend who is a cute, sweet, vivacious woman.
She almost died.
Instead, she met the most incredible man who gave her the give of life - along with his heart.
I won't tell you her name, she's embarrassed - but she let me take part of her story and turn it into a book that made us both laugh and cry.
You see her story teaches two very important lessons:
Let me tell you what they are
First - Don't ever give up hope, even when the situation seems hopeless.
I'll call her Scarlet - because that's the name I gave her in my book.
Scarlet was born with a club foot. She was not popular in school, the brunt of jokes and grew into a social outcast because of it.
Her face was beautiful and if anybody had looked - her body was beautiful too. But, people just couldn't get past her disability.
When she got old enough to make her own decisions, she went to the Shriner Hospital and got her foot operated on. Now, she's got an almost perfect little foot.
The tragedy was - on a follow up surgery - which wasn't at the Shrine hospital, by the way - she was given an anesthesia that she was allergic to and her kidneys were permanently damaged.
All of this happened before she would have graduated college and entered the work place. Therefore according to our health care system at the time - she had a prexisting condition - ergo - no insurance.
Scarlet lived 50 miles from the nearest dialysis center so she knew when the time came that she had to have dialysis, it would be next to impossible - especially since she couldn't get good employment, because she wasn't insurable - - yadayada - you can see the vicious circle.
No one in her family had a compatible kidney and the waiting list is years long. Scarlet thought that she would die. She had lost all hope.
Attending a wedding of a friend, while she was still able to travel, Scarlet met a man. They had a really rocky first meeting. Frankly, because Alex had talked to a man from Scarlet's home town who told him that Scarlet was a desparate church-mouse spinster, a cripple who would worry him to death for attention. Alex was ready to avoid her at all costs.
Guess his surprise when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen gets out of the car. Scarlet had hopes of making love with a man just once, so she could know what it was like. Her friend, who was getting married, had told her about this guy - Alex. When Scarlet first lays eyes on Alex she is blown over. He is gorgeous and so out of her league that she can't even see the ball park. And so it goes.
Alex found out about her condition and despite Scarlet's protest, he moved heaven and earth to give her a kidney and make her his.
That's the story of Scarlet Fever.
The second great lesson from Scarlet's life is that people seldom change their first opinion of you. Scarlet was a cripple, a church-mouse, that girl who had never been kissed nor been on a date. She was the girl that the others played tricks on - giving her the wrong information so she would miss a school trip. She was asked to the prom as a joke, and the guy never arrived to take her to the dance. Those kinds of things. Even after Scarlet got her foot repaired, the people in her small town never saw her any differetly than she was before. It's like that for fat kids too. If you grow up fat, lose weight - it doesn't matter - you're always the fat kid. My family knows that from personal experience. Small towns are wonderful places to grow up - but small towns can also be unforgiving and have memories that last into eternity.
Scarlet got her happy ending. Alex swept her off her feet, into his bed and into his life. He gave Scarlet the greatest two gifts a woman could ever receive - the gift of love and the gift of life.
And that my friend is a hero.
Scarlet's Alex is a whole lot like the Alex in the book. Now, I had to use my imagination on the sex - but I'm good at that. Scarlet reads the book, blushes and says I have it right on the money.
You can find Scarlet Fever in print or kindle on my website sablehunter.com or at amazon.com under sable hunter.
And here's some excerpts - risque ones - just for funExcerpt one

When Scarlet walked out the front door to meet Alex, she was flabbergasted. RV was a term that could apply to a multitude of vehicles; Alex’s was a monster. Forty-two feet of pure, unadulterated luxury. He opened the door with pride and invited her inside. “We use it mostly for tailgate parties at the Texas games.”
Scarlet looked around in wonder. She had never been in a more luxurious place. The B&B was fantastic, but this was out of this world. Everything was white and cherry wood; recliners, wet bar, granite countertops, huge plasma TV. There was even a fireplace. “Wait till you see the bed. It’s a California King. We have plenty of room to play.”
Scarlet stilled. She turned to him; big, huge Teddy bear of a man. Curls of gold that she longed to sink her fingers into. “You don’t have to do this, you know. It’s OK. I would understand. Making love to a person with – uh, problems – has to be a turn-off.” She had thought about this. What if he couldn’t? What if he got so for, then he had to stop. She would die. Better not to start it at all.
With one swift move, he pulled her to him. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?”
It didn’t. It felt like there was a baseball bat between them.
“I’ve been hard for you since I turned and saw your sad little eyes. Now, no more doubts. No more tears. Only pleasure.”
Alex had gone all out. There was lobster with butter sauce, asparagus, rice pilaf and doublechocolate mousse. “I can’t believe you did all of this. You are very talented.”
“Wait until you see what I can do in the bedroom.” She didn’t doubt him for a minute.
They didn’t go far. He drove her to the Lost Maples National Park, just a few miles. “Tomorrow, we’ll explore, take in the leaves. But tonight, the only thing that I want to explore is you.”
He fed her. She had never giggled so much in her life. Butter would drip from the succulent pieces of shell fish and he would capture it with his tongue, straight off of her lips. The mousse proved to be not only a culinary adventure, but an erotic one. This time she got in on the act, sitting astraddle his lap, feeding him spoonful after spoonful of the luscious chocolate.
Standing, he caught her by the hand. “Enough. I can’t wait any longer. I’m so turned-on I ache. Come with me.” He led her to the fireplace. “We’re going to make out here. Afterwards, I’ll take you to bed.” The fire crackled and the flames danced and Scarlet’s blood pressure raced madly. This incredible dream of a man was about to make love to her.
‘Please God, don’t let me disappoint him,’ she thought.
They had dressed up for each other. He wore all black; black slacks, black dress shirt, no tie – but with that golden hair, he was a walking dream. She didn’t have any real finery, but what she had, she wore well. It felt like silk, but it wasn’t; a full red tiered skirt and a long-sleeve red peasant blouse. Not overtly sexy, but it clung in all the right places, making Scarlet look like a wanton, exotic Gypsy. Her hair was down, just like he had envisioned it, and when he laid her down on the rug in front of the warm fire, she thought she would pass out from sheer happiness.
“You don’t have a bra on.” The sight of her aroused little nipples had tortured him all during their meal. Now, he was almost ready to touch them, and his fingers were tingling in anticipation.
“That’s a spot we should probably skip.” Alex stretched out next to her and they lay face to face. He pushed her hair over her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes.
“I don’t like to skip anything. I’m much too thorough.” His fingertips began reading her face as if the secrets of the universe were written there in Braille. Light, soft, gentle touches. “You are so beautiful. I’ll never get tired of looking at your face.”
Before she could stop them, tears welled up in her eyes; his words touched her heart in ways that she had never conceived. “What’s this?” He kissed the tears away. “No, no, babe. No crying, not tonight.”
“You are so sweet, Alex. So sweet, to do this for me. I’ll never be able to repay you.”
Her voice caught on the tears, cracking just enough so that he knew how close she was to falling apart in front of him. He wanted her to come apart, but not from tears – he wanted her to fly apart in rapture.
“Honey, this is for you. I can’t deny that. But not just for you.” He took her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbled on it and then sucked it into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. Her top lip got the same attention; and by the time he was finished, she was kissing every part of his mouth that she could. Little whimpers of need bubbled up from her throat and he captured each one reverently, his tongue mating with hers in a dance of desire. “This is for me, sweetheart. I want you so much. Put your hand down between us and feel my hunger for you.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Unladylike it might be, but she had dreamed of getting her mitts on his manhood. There were two layers of cloth between her hands and his cock, but the cotton and the linen could not mask either the size, or the heat of the beast that she grasped. He was longer than the length of her palm, a lot longer. And almost as wide. How she would ever be able to take him inside of her was a mystery, but one she was anxious to delve into. She let her palm make itself at home on the steel-hard ridge, riding a little up and down it as she held her breath with excitement. “Does that feel like I’m an unwilling participant?” He pushed himself into her hand, moaning his encouragement at her first forays into pleasuring him.
“Can I mark you, baby? Somewhere, that only my eyes will see?” He asked this as he trailed hot, wet kisses down her throat. She nodded her assent, words beyond her ability at the moment. Pulling the ties that held the neck of her blouse in place, he loosened them, pushing her top off of her shoulders. The soft skin of her neck, shoulders and upper chest were exposed for his viewing pleasure. “Right here.” He touched the soft swell of her upper breast. “Can I mark you here?”
“Yes, please,” she begged. She felt his teeth and lips caress an area so close to her areola that she trembled with need. The sweet suction that he applied to her flesh caused her womb to contract. “Let’s take off your blouse, doll.”
Alex eased the blouse on down, but she caught it with both hands, holding the material in place over her breasts. “They’re too small; you’re going to be disappointed,” she whispered almost shamefully.
“Oh, Scarlet, my love. I know exactly how big your breasts are, and their shape. I’ve undressed you with my eyes every time I look at you. The first day that you were here, I couldn’t take my eyes off that little pink camisole you were wearing. Every time you turned a certain way, I got a glimpse of the sweetest pink nipples that I have ever had the pleasure to see. I can’t wait to see you naked; I’m literally trembling with the need to caress your breasts.” There was a lamp on in the corner of the room, but he could clearly see her face in the firelight. Slowly, she removed her hands so Alex could lower her shirt. She closed her eyes, dreading to see the look on his face when he first beheld their diminutive size.
She couldn’t see him, but she could hear him. She heard a harsh intake of breath and then a low, appreciative groan. “Dear God, baby. You’re perfect.” Scarlet felt his hands cover her, molding and shaping her breasts in the palms of his hands. Unbelievable sensations began to build; she had no idea at the joy that could be experienced from a man’s simple touch. “Open your eyes baby, watch me worship you.” Slowly, she did as he asked. The extreme pleasure that she was feeling seemed to slow time to a crawl. What she saw took her breath away. His expression was so intense, his eyes so loving. It was apparent that he was experiencing as much excitement from touching her as she was from being touched. An unexpected groan escaped her lips as he pulled on her nipples, milking them, rolling them between his fingers.
“Alex, honey, that feels . . . . . .” Scarlet cried out as bliss washed over her. When Alex took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suckle, she nearly fainted from the pleasure. The sight of him as he feasted at her breast turned her world upside down.
He tongued her, swirling around her ultra sensitive tips. He laved her, providing just enough friction to cause her hips to buck. When he opened his mouth wide enough to swallow her whole – she thought she would die. “Alex . . . . .something’s happening, love. No, I don’t want it to be over so soon.”
Her back arched off the floor, pushing her breasts farther into his face. He sucked hard, grunting his excitement with every pull. He felt her muscles tense and knew that she was close to an orgasm. Pulling back, he led her to rapture. “This is just the beginning, baby. We’ve got all night. Let go, love. Let go. I’ll catch you,” he whispered to her tenderly. He placed one hand between her legs. One touch was all it took and she shattered into a million shards of light. Cries of unexpected delight filled the room. Alex held her close until she stopped quivering. Then, she shocked him.
Scarlet pushed on his shoulders, until he lay flat. Rolling over on top of him, she framed his face, fisted her hands in those fat, golden curls and began to rain kisses all over his face. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. That was more wonderful that I ever imagined.” Placing her hand on the massive evidence of his need, she looked him straight in the eye and asked in a sultry little voice. “Now, what can I do for you?”

Exceprt Two
The honeymoon suite was out of this world. “This looks like a room fit for a Princess.”
“That’s right, Princess.” He led her into the gorgeous room where a beautiful four poster canopy bed was showcased on gleaming hardwood floors. He watched amused as she darted around the room, oohing and ahhing over every detail. “Look at the balcony! Look at the….. my God! Look at the bathroom!” It was obvious that this was a totally new experience.
“Since we ate at the rehearsal dinner, I thought it would be nice if we had our dessert here.” At the word dessert, she turned her attention to the dome covered silver trays.
“Chocolate?”
“Of course. Chocolate cheesecake to be exact.” He watched her eyes light up. “Do you want some?” Starting toward the table, she surprised him when she suddenly changed course.
“I’d rather have you for dessert.”
Her words caused his cock to spring to attention with a life of its own. His angel had a look of absolute bedevilment in her eyes.
“Are you sure you feel like it?” It was only his love talking; his body was already on the same page as her erotic suggestion.
“Knowing that I have a gorgeous new husband, a wonderful new life and a good shot at a future has suddenly given me a burst of energy that I really don’t know what to do with… other than this.” She sexily sauntered up to him and began unbuttoning his white silk shirt, revealing the strong muscular planes of his chest. He was so superbly built, a perfect male specimen in prime condition. She smoothed the palms of her hands down his warm, hard body. Her hands stilled when she realized he was trembling. “Baby, are you all right, are you cold?” She asked him, her concern evident on her face.
“No,” he cupped her face. “I’m not cold. I’m awed and electrified. Do you know why?” She waited for his answer. “I get to make love to my beloved wife for the first time tonight.”
His words enflamed her. She continued to disrobe him, gently pushing him backwards at the same time, steadily toward the huge bed. He let her have her way with him. Being pushed around was not Alex’s forte, but with her he was a malleable as sponge cake. “Lay down my handsome husband. I would like to divest you of your pants.” It was a hot moment, and she was just so damn cute.
“Divest me of my underwear, too, baby. It’s getting a little tight.” His wish was her command. She slowly peeled down his black dress pants and let her breath hiss out as she uncovered the silk briefs that appeared to be painted on his swollen and engorged member.
“I love this part of you so much.” She took the elastic waistband of his undershorts in both hands and pulled. Sinking to her knees in front of him, she bent over and kissed the blatantly aroused flesh.
“That part of me is quite fond of you, also,” he managed to croak. Scarlet had never been so happy; she was full of hope and joy and peace and it all brimmed over into an avalanche of passion – all directed at the man who loved her enough to give her a lifetime of tomorrows. Standing up, she began to undress slowly. Never before had she had a seductive bone in her body, but now it seemed the floodgates had been opened and emotions that had been on permanent ice had melted and were overflowing from every pore of her body. Alex’s eyes were locked on her as she began pulling off the bolero jacket and letting it fall to the floor. Later, she would pick it up and carefully fold it, but right now there were more important things to be done. The sheath slid easily up and over her head and when Alex saw her body clad in the shear, lacy, pale-pink bra and the matching lacy panties he nearly swallowed his tongue. “You are so beautiful, Scarlet.”
She left the bra and panties on, unable to keep her hands off of him any longer. With a slight nip, she captured his lower lip between her teeth and sucked at it playfully, giving him no time to reciprocate. Sliding her lips down his throat, she adorned his shoulders with kisses and kitten-like laps of her tongue. When she reached his well-defined pecs, she paused to pay special attention to his small flat nipples eliciting a harsh intake of breath. A happy trail of soft, golden hair started at his midriff and led down to the proud evidence of his desire. Scarlet followed that line, caressing him with her mouth and tongue. A whimper of need escaped her lips as she angled his penis to accept her tribute.
Alex couldn’t take it. He was about to explode. Never had he been more excited than he was now. “Scarlet, baby.” He laid back and literally writhed in ecstasy. “Sweetheart, it’s my turn.” Somehow, he managed to lift himself up and switch their positions. What she had been doing to him had been the sweetest torture, but he didn’t want to be put temporarily out of commission so soon on his wedding night. He wanted this night to be perfect. For her.
“But I was having such a good time,” she pouted sweetly.
“So was I, love, too good. But lay back and let me love you, I promise you that in a few moments, you’ll be happy you did.” He allowed himself only one sweet kiss to each nipple, before beginning his trek southward. Later tonight, he promised himself he would feed at her breasts for as long as he wanted to, but right now, the throttle was set too high to pull back. Spreading her legs wide, he took a moment to look at her. She was as smooth as silk and as pink as a delicate orchid. Already wet with passion’s nectar, he ran an appreciative finger from the top of her sensitive cleft, to the bottom.
“Alex, I ache for you, baby. I feel so empty and needy.”
“Patience, doll.” Easier said than done, he was holding on by the smallest of measures. But the task before him was a pure delight. Taking her hips in his hands, he pulled her forward and began to pay homage to her feminine treasure. He kissed her all around the outer lips of her labia. “So sweet,” he murmured. He started out slow, intending to savor and satisfy; but his hunger and excitement took over and he began to consume her with a near mindless voracity.
Scarlet held on to the quilt for dear life. Spirals of white-hot pleasure rocketed through her body. She lifted her hips rhythmically, seeking to meet the piercing thrusts of his tongue as he delved into her quivering channel. “Alex!” she shouted as her climax exploded with a tidal wave of sensation.
For the first time, Alex was where he could witness the evidence of Scarlet’s bliss. He had heard that some females were able to ejaculate, but none of the women that he’d ever been with had reached that plateau of excitement. That Scarlet had, sent his heart into a tailspin. He eagerly lapped up the liquid of passion that spilled forth from her pulsating core. “That’s it, my baby. Come for me.” He stayed with her until she lay, replete. By then, his cock was so hard that he could have used it as a pile-driver.
Alex joined her on the bed and held her for a minute until her trembling subsided. “Thank you, my love,” she turned to me and pressed every inch of her body as tight into his as she could. “I want to feel you all the way up and down. You make me feel so welcome, so at home, I’ve never felt like this before. I have a place to be. It’s so amazing to know that I have someone who wants to be with me.” She knew that she probably wasn’t making any sense, but it didn’t matter. “Make love to me, Alex. I want you inside me. Please?”
Alex was incoherent with need. He lay on his back and urged her to climb astraddle of him. “Ride me, baby.” With shaking hands he held her up high enough that he could slip inside of her. Every time that he entered Scarlet he was struck anew by the total perfection of the act of loving her. She was tight, hot, and made just for him. Her vastly talented interior muscles massaged his shaft in ways that boggled his mind. “Lord, Scarlet, what you do to me!”
Gripping her hips, one in each hand, he kneaded their firmness, pushing and pulling her backwards and forwards, creating an intoxicating friction. Watching her breasts bounce was too big of a temptation to resist. Sitting up, he clasped her right breast in his hand and brought it to his lips. Opening his mouth wide, he fitted it over the entire nipple and areola, drawing them in deeply, laving and sucking to his heart’s content. His tender ministrations sent rivulets of pleasure straight to her womb. Scarlet cradled his head to her, kissing him repeatedly on the top of his golden hair.
“Lay me down, Alex. I need to feel you on top of me.” Picking her up, he did as she asked. Reconnecting them, he lay down on top of her, careful to support his weight so as not to crush her. Still, he let his body graze her, letting her feel his dominant, solid presence as close as she wanted. He thrust into her, ever mindful of her fragile state and his powerful build. But, she wanted no more of ‘careful’ or ‘holding back’. Looking him straight in the eye she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist and made his day. “Faster, baby. Harder, love. Make this a wedding night to remember.” Burying his head in her neck, he pumped into her, lifting them both beyond the distant stars.


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