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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.
What inspired you to write your book?
I get amused sometimes at people who say parts of my stories aren’t believable – twice that was pointed out in reviews and humorously enough, both situations were taken right from the real life of yours truly. So enjoy the story – and should you wonder if what Desiree is going through is believable? Well… believe it – because I’m living it.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Desiree took a deep breath, leaning into him, cuddled close. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll wake up first and claim your gift.” She smiled against the soft material of his shirt. “So, you’d best be prepared.”
He smiled, realizing she was willing to repeat their sleep-over. “Oh, I’m always ready, willing and able, honey.”
Funny, Desiree got the idea he was talking about something else. Feeling shy, she concentrated on finishing her pancakes. “So, what are your plans for the day?” Realizing how that sounded, she hastily added. “Not that I’m asking you to entertain me, I didn’t come here to monopolize your time.”
“You came here to get better, and if I can help you, that will be the best Christmas present I could ever receive.” Tanner was as serious as a heart attack.
Desiree was so touched. Was this man for real? “Last night was good.” She’d had people sit with her while she slept before, but none she felt such a connection with. “I just hope I can repeat the process.”
“I think the less you worry about it, the easier it will be.” Tanner offered.
She let the wisdom of his words sink in. Maybe he was right. Feeling normal and conquering the insomnia had become such a focus in her life that she was experiencing something akin to performance anxiety over it all. “Okay, I’ll try.”
Tanner cleared his throat, hoping to convince her to spend the day with him. And the night. And the next day… “Tomorrow we can go caroling in my horse drawn buggy.” When she looked skeptical, he hurried to explain. “We’ll wrap a big ole scarf around your neck, no one will realize they’re being serenaded by the great Desiree Holt.” Standing up, he set his plate on a nearby table. He was getting a little ahead of himself. “As for what I’m doing today. I wondered if you’d accompany me to Bowie and Cassie’s for a holiday meal. They’ll protect your privacy.” Suddenly he wanted to experience everything the season had to offer.
“Sounds wonderful, but are you sure your friends want a stranger showing up on their doorsteps at Christmas?”
Okay, he’d have to show his hand a bit – but, it’d be worth it. “You were specifically invited.” When she appeared confused, he confessed. “Of course I recognized you the first night, and I told my best friend you were here. He – uh – knew about our previous connection.”
Desiree stood, picking up her tray. “And he assumed we’d be celebrating Christmas together?” She wasn’t upset, she was just trying to understand.
“Well, let’s say Bowie was being overly optimistic. I didn’t expect the opportunity, but I’m glad I have the chance to invite you.” He reached out a hand for her. “How about it?”
The expectant look on his handsome face convinced her. “Okay, it’s a date.” A date? “Well, I didn’t mean…” She didn’t want him to think. “I mean…” God, she didn’t know what she meant.
Tanner sighed. “I know it’s not a date.” She probably dated men as rich and famous as she was. But those same would-be suitors had managed to make her feel uncertain about her appeal. So while he could, he would spoil her within an inch of her life. “I just think it will make us feel better.” As he spoke trying to convince Desiree, it hit him that he wasn’t dwelling on his own guilt as much when he was around her. “Maybe we’ll be good for each other.”
After helping Tanner in the kitchen, she changed clothes. “I think I’ll go back to the cabin. I want to wash my hair and decide what to wear tonight.” She also wanted to jot down some new lyrics to a song that was running through her head.
“Okay, I’ll take you home.” He’d rather kept her with him, but truth be told – there were some things he wanted to do. Tanner had a crazy plan to brighten up the days she’d be at Lost Pines – all 12 of them. What he needed now was a little time to head to town to do some shopping. He also wanted to call and tell the Malone’s they were taking them up on their offer for dinner and ask Cassie to put him aside a few things for his 12-day gift-a-thon for Desiree. His best friend’s wife made amazing lotions and beautiful candles in her home-based business.
“I could walk.” Desiree offered, even as he held his arm out to escort her to his truck. “It’s not far.”
“I’m aware of the distance,” he winked at her. “And you have to be aware that I enjoy your company and will claim every moment of it I can.”