Welcome To My World: Hell Yeah!

Welcome to My World 1

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.

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*Excerpt***
“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.
Mine.
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.

Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to 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 right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream

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