***Blurb***
Madeline needs a hero. She hires an architect, Weston, to save Windswept and an escort to convince her meddlesome sister she has a boyfriend. Unfortunately, she gets them confused. Weston, like most heroes, will save the day. What he’s not expecting is to fall hopelessly in love.
*Content Warning: adult language and situations.18+ only*
***Excerpt***
When he let his mouth slide from hers, breathing heavily, Maddie slid her hands up over his shoulders to entwine behind his neck. “I don’t think we should stop. I want her to be really, really convinced.” She leaned on him and began kissing his jaw, scraping her teeth along the sexy scruff. “Oh, West, you make me feel so good,” she moaned loudly.
Behind them, they heard a bump and a curse.
“Goal!” West whispered in her ear. “I think our performance was successful.” But instead of letting her go, he pulled her tighter to him. He could feel the mounds of her breasts pushing against his chest, the rock-hard points of her nipples making him want to mold them with his hands.
They heard Morgana’s door open and close and the TV came on in the living room, loudly. “Yes, I guess she bought it.” Madeline traced Rod’s cheek, running a finger over his mouth. “Thank you for helping me. I know you probably have better things to do than mess with me, but I really need you to stay with me tonight.”
At his raised eyebrow, she stood on tiptoe. “No, wait, wait. I know you don’t want to have sex with me and that’s not what I’m asking. I appreciate the kisses more than words can say.”
“Madeline—”
Maddie covered his mouth so she could continue speaking until she finished. “When we talked on the phone and I asked you to be my escort for this evening, you said I could pay eight hundred for the entire night. That’s what I’m prepared to do.” She moved her fingers, kissed him quick, and ran across the room. “I’ve got your check right here.”
“Escort?” West tried to make sense out of what he was hearing. If he was understanding…damn!
“Madeline, you’ve been calling me Weston all night. You do know who I am, don’t you?”
Maddie was lying crosswise over her bed, ass in the air, digging through her purse. “Of course I know who you are. I referred to you as Weston Rogers because when I bragged to Morgana about having a boyfriend, she asked me what his name was.” She grinned over her shoulder at him. “The gall, right? Anyway, when she enquired about a name, I’d just been talking to this architect about working on the Windswept and I panicked. His name, Weston Rogers, was the only name I could think of.”
West just stood and listened. Slowly, slowly…he was getting the picture.
Madeline was chattering. “So after I made the announcement that I was dating Weston Rogers, she asked me to produce him.” She laughed. “Threw me for a loop, I tell you. But then I realized I could hire an escort, so I called your company and I’m very grateful that you recognized Weston Rogers’ name and went with it.” She sat up on the bed and pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Whew! You were very resourceful.” Maddie stood and walked toward him. “Here’s your check and if you could hang out with me till in the morning, I’d be grateful. We can put pillows between us on the bed.”
West started to laugh. He didn’t take the check. He just put his hand to his forehead and laughed harder.
“What’s so funny? The floor’s hard and I don’t think one of us should sleep on the couch. It would be my luck Morgana would get up for a drink of water or something.” When West kept laughing, Madeline put her hands on her hips, and she started laughing too. “We’ll be like those Amish. Don’t they put pillows between their young couples and call it snicker-doodling or something?”
West’s laughter escalated from mild to uproarious.
“The term you’re thinking of is canoodling, but the Amish practice is called bundling.”
“Well, I was close.” Maddie protested.
“Not even, not about the bed snuggling and not about the other.” He wiped tears from his face. “I’m not an escort.”
“What do you mean you’re not an escort? You’re Rod Long. I found you on a website!” She was beginning to panic.
A knock sounded on the door. “Will you two hold it down in there? I’m sure seeing Magpie naked is hilarious, but I can’t hear the television!”
“Go away, Morgana!” Maddie yelled, stepping forward toward the door, her fists clenched. Turning back, she glared at Rod or whoever he was. “Let me get this straight,” she asked again. “You’re not Rod from BOYSQUAD?”
“No, I’m not.” She was so cute, standing there staring at him like he was an alien from Mars.
She turned her head, squinting her eyes, surveying him closely. “So, who are you? Or do I want to know?”
West spread his hands, as if showing her he was hiding nothing. “I told you who I was when I walked through the door. I’m Weston Rogers. I brought the blueprints for the renovation.”
Madeline dropped her head. She walked calmly across the room, opened her closet and stepped inside, shutting the door.
About the Author
Sable Hunter writes romance, some of it quite spicy. 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 combines the cultures of her two favorite states into many of her stories – from the mysterious bayous of Louisiana where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters to the rolling hill country of central Texas. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. 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.
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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Other Books by Sable Hunter
Hell Yeah! Series Spicy
Burning Love – Cajun Style
Forget Me Never – Cajun Style
Thunderbird – Equalizers
Welcome to My World
Hell Yeah! Sweeter Version
A Brown Eyed Handsome Man – Sweeter
Badass – Sweeter
Burning Love, Cajun Style- Sweeter
Forget Me Never, Cajun Style – Sweeter
I’ll See You In My Dreams – Sweeter
