Welcome to My World #1 Final (small) copy

Help me celebrate my new release

Here’s the blurb

The first time Bowie Travis Malone laid eyes on Cassie Cartwright, she knocked him for a loop. He was as drawn to her side as a moth to a flame. A green eyed angel with golden hair, she made his heart hammer in his chest and his body ache to hold her close. But the moment he asks her to dance, the truth of her condition almost brings him to his knees – Cassie is in a wheelchair.
Cassie is used to men passing her by, they can’t see beyond the handicap that defines her boundaries. When she sees Bowie walking across the room toward her, she thinks he is the sexiest man in the world and once they talk, she realizes he is as kind and smart as he is handsome. She dreads the moment when he asks her to dance and she has to tell him she can’t.
Their first meeting seals their fate. Both are drawn to each other by threads that fate wove long ago. Bowie realizes he wants Cassie above all others, and thinks she is perfect – just the way she is. Cassie is afraid to dream that he might be able to see something in her that no one else ever has.
Love, desire, and affection draw them together but reality may shatter their dreams. The tragic accident that put Cassie in a wheelchair will come back to haunt them. And when Bowie realizes he was the one responsible – nothing will ever be the same. He will begin a quest to build a world where Cassie will feel cherished and welcome – if only she will be able to forgive.

Here’s an excerpt
Bowie tried to be good, Lord knows he did. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “I’ve been thinking of stuff we can do together…as friends, you know.” Most of the things he’d been imagining were done horizontally in a bed, but he was trying to be good here.
“Really?” Cassie sipped her tea. She tried to crack a joke. “Dancing’s out, obviously.”
“Not necessarily.” Bowie waved his fork around. “You just have to have faith in me.”
His kindness made her want to cry. She knew there were many things Bowie could have been doing on a Friday night instead of sitting with her. Usually men avoided her like the plague after they realized she was crippled. But if Bowie was put off by her, he should’ve been up for an Oscar because all she could see on his face was happiness. “I do have faith in you,” she said with every confidence. “Someday some woman is going to be very blessed to have you, Mr. Malone.”
Bowie laughed. “I’ve heard otherwise, believe me.”
The idea of him with another woman was like a knife slicing through her heart. But if they were going to be friends, she’d have to get over those emotions. Even though the words tasted like gall in her mouth, she offered, “If you need anyone to vouch for you, I’ll be happy to. My friend Cordelia just broke up with her boyfriend, maybe you’d like for me to set you up. She was the gorgeous brunette from the bar. We were celebrating her birthday.”
Cassie volunteering to set him up didn’t sit well with Bowie. “I think I’ve pretty well got my hands full with you, Miss Cassie-for-short.” Not waiting for her to argue, he plunged on. “How about a movie? Better yet, dinner and a movie?”
“Sounds good to me,” Cassie admitted as a tingle made its way down her spine. Friends went to movies with one another, right? She might be handicapped but she wasn’t dead. She felt things. Right now one of those things was shock. Over the years she’d manufactured some defense mechanisms to help herself cope. And one of those ploys was teasing. She flirted and teased when she had the chance, much like she’d done with Bowie when he first approached her in the bar. But until now…no guy had taken her up on it. Frankly, Cassie didn’t know what to make of it. Bowie was so good-looking. He was as handsome as any Hollywood leading man. Sculpted features, tall, dark hair and more muscles than she knew what to do with—but she’d like to try. Since she’d met him, Cassie had poked around on the internet and asked around town and found out everything she could about Bowie. He was respected by the men, lauded for his charitable efforts and coveted by every female in a fifty mile radius. And yet, he was sitting here with her!
Bowie’s gaze fell to her mouth. Her lower lip was trembling and she kept chewing on it. He was tempted to offer to nibble it for her. It seemed like a job he could handle.
Cassie was not immune. She was staring at his mouth also. There was not one feminine thing about the man, but his lips were beautiful, smooth and imminently kissable. At the moment, one corner of his was turning up slightly, like he was about to break out in a grin.
“I’m sure we’ll come up with more…creative things to do,” Bowie promised. They were exchanging stares from eyes to mouth, from eyes to mouth.
If by creative he meant hot, blinding kisses and hands running over smooth skin, she was all for it. Whoa! What was she doing? “Why are you wasting time with me, Bowie? Do you feel sorry for me?” She asked the question before she thought. Never again would she get out of her wheelchair and sit at a table when she was in public. It was false advertising. None of this should have ever happened. It was her fault. She should’ve made sure Bowie saw the wheelchair right off. It was time to call a halt to this before someone got hurt—namely her. Her legs might not function but her heart could be easily broken. There had to be some face-saving way out of this. “Bowie, I don’t think—”
“Dammit!” Bowie stood up.
He was leaving. Cassie bowed her head and wiped her hands on her dress. It was for the best. Then, she looked up and got a big surprise. Lord, the man could move fast. One moment he was sitting about three feet away, the next he was crouched by her chair and had his hand cupped around Cassie’s cheek. “You’re wrong. There is a need.” Gently, firmly, with predatory grace, he lowered his head until their lips almost touched.
He could feel her tremble beneath his touch. God help, she was beautiful. If Bowie was right, it had been a long time since she’d kissed a man. Her eyes widened, as if she didn’t quite know what to expect. Cassie watched his every move. Sweet Jesus, he needed to do this just right. “I want this so much. I’m aching for your kiss. Do you want me?”
Did she want him? Was he kidding? She was certain all he saw when he looked at her was the chair. And here he was telling her that he ached for her kiss? Could she believe him? Bowie was so aware of her. The smooth curve of her face, the long luscious locks of hair which framed her body like Rapunzel and breasts so lush and perfect he had to fight himself to keep from touching them to see if they were as soft as they appeared. He wanted her. Simple. Just like the first time he’d seen her, he wanted her so much the need made him weak. Moving closer to her, he asked her again. The uncertainty in her eyes hurt Bowie. “You have me on a slow burn, baby. Do you want me, Cassie?”
“Desperately,” she breathed.
He drew closer, taking control, holding her face as he slanted his lips across hers. She trembled, her breath hitching, nervous and gasping for air. Bowie gave her what she needed, sharing his breath as he leaned nearer, deepening the kiss. Perfect. That was all he could think. She was absolutely perfect and so sweet. Currents of electricity swept through his body. Any reservations he’d harbored were forgotten for the moment. Her mouth was addictive and her seeming innocence an irresistible attraction. His hunger drove him to dip his tongue into the honeyed recesses of her mouth. Velvet. Tenderly he rubbed his lips over hers, licking, teasing, coaxing Cassie to trust him enough to kiss him back.
At last she let out a ragged little moan and he felt her delicate hands take hold of his shoulder, clutching the material of his shirt in her slender fingers. Bowie felt an immense satisfaction when she leaned forward, giving herself over to him to support and hold. As he accepted her weight, a feeling of absolute contentment came over him. Cassie felt so right in his arms, so welcome. Her soft skin seemed to singe his everywhere they touched. Bowie trembled, he fuckin’ trembled. Never had he felt anything like this before.
Needing more, he wrapped an arm around her, carefully easing her closer. Every instinct told him to pick her up but he was afraid he’d hurt her. At first she’d been reticent, but now she opened for him, her tongue timidly darting over his in their first erotic dance. Bowie groaned his satisfaction.
She answered him with a moan of her own, a quiet vibration of ecstasy deep in her throat which absolutely electrified him. He slid his hand from her face to the nape of her neck, holding her in place. A primal need to master, to exert his male power took his breath away. He had no desire to hurt, rather he wanted to protect, possess and control.
Bowie longed to memorize every facet of her body by learning it inch by sweet inch. He wanted to mark her as his own. Touch. Heat. Desire. Those things were taking precedence over coherent thought. Bowie was acting on compulsion when he placed his hand on her side, skimming her waist. So soft. So fuckin’ perfect. He allowed his palm to learn her body, the delicate shape, the gentle curves. With every touch, he felt her respond with tiny trembles and whimpers, revealing to him that she was as enthralled in what they were doing as he was. And when she threaded those dainty fingers in his hair, he could feel her longing conveyed to him through every fiber of her being.
Bowe’s fingers inched upward until he grazed the lower swell of her breast, the generous warm globe beckoning his touch. He wanted to cup her softness more than he wanted to take another breath of air. All he could think of was molding and kneading the feminine flesh until he had her asking him to replace his fingers with his lips. God, he could make her feel so good. She would love how he could make her feel. And he wanted to hear her begging, the desperation to please her tore at his heart. Cassie. Sweet Cassie.


About sablehunter

Sable Hunter writes erotic romance. 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 racoons. 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 writes for Secret Cravings Publishing as well as publishes much of her own work. 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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7 Responses to WELCOME TO MY WORLD

  1. Clare O'Beara says:

    Good for you! We need more books about strong characters with disabilities. I hope this does really well!

  2. I just purchased “Welcome to my World”. So ready to hide in my secret place to read. Thanks Sable for making your books so believable… I love them all!

  3. Shirley Long says:

    Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh another Hell Yeah!! Just downloaded it to my kindle. Thanks Sable.

  4. Sue Cox says:

    Oh wow, that was some excerpt ! I will be holding my breath til I see how this turns out !

  5. Cindy Hamilton says:

    I got it and am starting it tonight!!

  6. Tanya says:

    can’t wait to read this!

  7. I just got this one….I knew it was coming out but it caught me by surprise….I was MIA for a couple of days but when I found out it was out I one clicked it…..I can’t wait!!!!

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