SableAA

By day, I’m a ghost. Not the spooky kind—though I do haunt the inboxes of executives who need their leadership blogs and corporate op-eds polished to perfection. I’ve been behind the scenes of whitepapers, marketing campaigns, and glossy trade magazine covers for nearly a decade. Boardroom bylines? That’s me.
          	
          	But by night... I write the things that make your spine tingle and your thighs press tight. Smut. Dark, decadent, emotionally knotted fantasy romance—the kind that doesn’t ask permission to be hungry.
          	
          	My stories are shaped by more than just imagination. For a time, I had a harem of my own: three men, each deliciously different, orbiting my world like moons caught in gravity. There’s something primal in loving more than one. In balancing tenderness with control, surrender with choice. It's messy. It’s intoxicating. And yes—it’s sexy as hell.
          	
          	If you like what you read, or want something tailored just for your craving—whether it’s clean, filthy, or somewhere in that dangerous in-between—my inbox is open.
          	
          	Good luck out there. And remember: you’re allowed to want more.
          	– Sable Sinclaire 

WafflesLovesU27

hihi i’m js writing to say how much i am thoroughly enjoying your work  i literally read the whole entire thing yesterday and it’s one of my new favorites  i tend to be a very picky person, but i can tell we have the same interests ;) ps don’t look at my account i made it when i was like 13 

SableAA

By day, I’m a ghost. Not the spooky kind—though I do haunt the inboxes of executives who need their leadership blogs and corporate op-eds polished to perfection. I’ve been behind the scenes of whitepapers, marketing campaigns, and glossy trade magazine covers for nearly a decade. Boardroom bylines? That’s me.
          
          But by night... I write the things that make your spine tingle and your thighs press tight. Smut. Dark, decadent, emotionally knotted fantasy romance—the kind that doesn’t ask permission to be hungry.
          
          My stories are shaped by more than just imagination. For a time, I had a harem of my own: three men, each deliciously different, orbiting my world like moons caught in gravity. There’s something primal in loving more than one. In balancing tenderness with control, surrender with choice. It's messy. It’s intoxicating. And yes—it’s sexy as hell.
          
          If you like what you read, or want something tailored just for your craving—whether it’s clean, filthy, or somewhere in that dangerous in-between—my inbox is open.
          
          Good luck out there. And remember: you’re allowed to want more.
          – Sable Sinclaire