Heaven's Loss (Hell Yeah!)

by Sable Hunter

  By

  Sable Hunter

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  HEAVEN’S LOSS

  All rights reserved.

  Copyright 2018 © Sable Hunter

  Cover: JRA Stevens, Down Write Nuts

  Formatting: Down Write Nuts

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

  Cowboys and Angels? Oh, hell yeah. A perfect combination.

  Halos and Wings go perfectly with Stetsons and Spurs.

  This is a lesson Big Canyon Brady will learn well.

  The Tebow blacksmith hasn’t had it easy since losing his only child to cancer. Putting one boot ahead of the other is a day to day battle.

  But…something keeps him going.

  He didn’t know how to define that something until Seren stepped out of his dreams and into his arms. Skeptical at first, Canyon learns she is his own personal miracle, a ray of sunshine in a world of sadness and despair. They exist in a paradise of their own making until Seren makes a mistake which brings their whole world crashing down around them. Fallen from grace, she must learn to live without the only man who has ever been the center of her existence.

  When their paths cross once more, Seren is determined to protect him by keeping her distance. This doesn’t work for long, for Canyon is inexorably drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

  His touch tempts her like nothing else ever could and only their love can redeem them.

  Dark clouds rise and fierce winds blow, but when the storms of life abate…

  one great truth remains.

  Heaven’s Loss is Canyon’s Gain.

  Contents

  Part One

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Part Two

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  About The Author:

  Sable’s Books

  PART ONE

  CHAPTER ONE

  The paths of life are not always easy

  The river, it runs dark and deep

  But there’s a bridge over troubled water

  We must step out with childlike faith

  For what we cannot see

  are God’s angels of love

  Flying low, keeping watch, always near

  I am not alone

  I must never forget, He sends

  Someone to Watch Over Me

  - Rebecca Schaefer

  Canyon blinked his eyes.

  He rubbed them and looked again.

  “What in the world?”

  From his hunting stand perched halfway up a big sycamore, Canyon watched in disbelief as a cute-as-dickens girl wearing pink rabbit ears and a red cape shooed an eight-point whitetail buck away before he could get a good shot.

  “Run, baby, run.” She waved her hands at the big animal who seemed transfixed by the woman. Canyon checked through the gun’s sights again, but there was no way he could fire without endangering Miss Up-in-his-business. “Dammit.”

  As Canyon climbed from the tree stand, he grumbled all the way down, “Infernal, meddling female.”

  A few dozen yards away, Seren sensed danger. Whirling around, she saw Canyon lean his rifle against a tree. “Oh, no.” Quick as a flash, she covered the distance and knocked the falling firearm aside just before it went off with a blast.

  Kaboom!

  “Holy shit, that almost got me.” Canyon gaped at the adorable female who blew out a relieved breath as she adjusted her ears, which were sitting a little askew on top of her head.

  “Whew, it sure did. I almost didn’t get here in time. My bad.” She turned around slowly in a semi-circle, shielding her eyes as if on the lookout for further danger.

  As Canyon tried to make sense of the situation, he couldn’t help but take in the beauty of his uninvited guest. She was petite. Adorable. The odd outfit she wore, which consisted of some type of silky bodysuit, did nothing to hide two handfuls of soft, succulent breast flesh. Her dark hair tumbled down her back in a cloud of spirals. Every time she moved, the corkscrew curls bounced off a sweet, rounded ass. “Where in Sam Hill did you come from, baby?”

  His words seemed to shock her. She whirled around, her hair flying out behind her, big blue eyes wide with amazement. “You can see me?”

  “Uh, yea,” he drawled. “I’m not blind and you’re not invisible.”

  She pooched her lush lips out and wrinkled her nose, a delectable little furrow forming between her brows. “Well, dang it. I usually am.”

  “You’re usually what? Invisible?”

  She covered her face and moaned. The sexy little noise caused Canyon’s cock to twitch in his jeans. “Yes, I am invisible. All of my kind are.”

  Canyon frowned. Just his luck, he runs into a gorgeous woman in the woods, only to find she’s escaped from the booby hatch. “You realize you’re not making any sense. People can’t be invisible.”

  Seren smiled. “You say that, and yet you’re the one wearing camouflage.” She put her hands on her hips. “You stare at yourself in the mirror and say…” She then dropped her voice to its lowest octave, “Can you see me now?”

  Recognizing something he’d done and said just this morning, his jaw dropped in amazement. “How did you…have you been watching me somehow?” He could just envision his web cam being used against him.

  “Of course, I’m a watcher.” She made her announcement as though it made all the sense in the world.

  “Well, I wouldn’t brag about it if I were you. People shouldn’t invade another person’s privacy.” If she’d made herself known, he probably would’ve invited her inside for a spell. Canyon was having to fight to stay annoyed. His every nerve ending was tingling with excitement, he’d never been more attracted to a woman in his life. “Are you taking some kind of medication to make you act this way? Or maybe you missed a dose of meds you’re supposed to be taking?” He glanced over his shoulder, wondering if Bull heard the commotion. His best friend and confidante currently occupied the deer stand next to the creek – while he found himself in la-la land with a sexy Super Bunny who was clearly off her rocker.

  Seren stared at the leaf-strewn ground and tapped her foot. “I wonder how this happened? Did I eat something I shouldn’t have?” She pulled on her ears and whimpered, “I’m in deep doo-doo, Canyon.”

  Standing in the middle of the private hunting land, he took a moment to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He stomped his boot into the leaf-covered earth. The ground seemed real enough. He sniffed the air, noting how the doe-pee he
wore vied for predominance with the most intriguing heavenly scent he’d ever smelled. Leaning forward, he traced the tantalizing aroma to the sweet, female hallucination who was driving him bananas. “And how do you know my name is Canyon?”

  She gazed at him with what seemed to be immense patience. “Why wouldn’t I know your name is Canyon? You belong to me.”

  He belonged to her?

  The idea sounded better to Canyon than he cared to admit. A deep chuckle caused him to whirl around to find Bull Redford approaching with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I heard you take a shot. Did you get something?” Coming closer, he whistled. “Why, what have we here? I swear, nobody but you, Brady. You’re the only man I know who can find a Playboy Bunny just wandering around in the woods.” He tipped his hat. “How do, ma’am. You all right today?”

  Canyon grimaced at his friend. “So, you see her, right?”

  Bull kept his eyes on Canyon. “Yes, sir, I do. I’d be looking at her closer, if I didn’t have a feisty little Spanish bullfighter waiting at home for me. She’d brand her name on my butt if I dared look at another woman – not that I’m tempted, mind you.” His face went soft. “Isabella’s incredible. She’s the love of my life.”

  “Hush, Bull. I’ve got a situation here.” Canyon looked toward the sun, which was fast going down in the west. Meeting the girl’s eyes, he asked, “What’s your name, honey?”

  Seren, who was still worrying over her unfathomable predicament, waved her hand dismissively. “I don’t have one, not like you. They call me Seren.”

  Canyon pulled off his hunting cap and raked his hand through his hair. As pretty and intriguing as this woman was to him, she clearly needed to go back where she came from. “Are you sure you don’t have a number assigned to you? Like a patient number?”

  She flung her cape over her shoulder and tilted her chin up to look at him. “No, I don’t have a number.” For a second, she looked dismayed. “I’m just so confused, you’re not supposed to be able to see me.”

  “What’s going on, Brady?” Bull eased a bit closer. “Does she need to go to the hospital?”

  “No, I don’t need to go to the hospital.” Seren shook her head. “I don’t get sick.”

  “Lucky you.” Bull nodded, reaching back to rub his lower back. “I’ve been getting this twinge. I think I pulled a ligament.”

  Canyon threw up his hands. “This is a nightmare.” He glared at his buddy. “I’m going to do more than pull something if you don’t help me figure out what’s going on here.” Facing Seren, he spread out both hands. “Look, we’ve got to go. I don’t want to leave you out here wandering around in the woods. You’ll get eaten by a cougar or something. Tell us where you came from, and I’ll take you back there. You can get some help.”

  With a perplexed expression, Seren studied Canyon’s face. “I came with you.”

  “No, you didn’t,” he muttered. “What the fuck? Don’t you think I’d know if you came with me?” Or was he losing his mind? Geesh!

  Seren folded her arms under her high, firm breasts and narrowed her eyes at Canyon. “You got up at the ungodly hour of three in the morning and stared at yourself in the mirror, trying to figure out if you were getting any gray hair – which you’re not, by the way. You showered using unscented soap, then doused yourself with doe urine. When you went through the kitchen, you ate a brownie for breakfast, one that Libby McCoy made for you. You poured yourself a glass of milk, which you proceeded to knock off the counter.”

  “No, I didn’t,” Canyon protested. “I set it on the edge, but it just wibbled and wobbled a bit.”

  “Yea,” Seren agreed, “because I caught it and set it up straight. You were padding around barefoot like some hillbilly. If you’d wear shoes, you’d make my life a lot easier. I stay busy, scampering ahead of you to move sharp rocks and glass so you won’t cut your feet.” She stomped her own small foot. “You take too many chances. I constantly watch so you don’t get burned on the forge. You drive too fast. I have to keep putting out your cholesterol tablet, so you’ll find it, or your arteries would be clogged with all that sausage grease you eat like it’s going out of style!”

  Both Bull’s and Canyon’s eyes were wide with shock. Bull recovered first and laughed. “I can’t figure out if she’s a wife you’ve been hiding or your guardian angel.”

  “The latter,” Seren huffed the word. “Only I’m not an angel. I’m much lower on the totem pole.”

  “See, I don’t rank a full-fledged angel. She’s a watcher,” Canyon clarified, then shrugged his shoulders, raising his eyebrows at Bull.

  Bull looked behind himself. “Do I have a watcher? Where is she? God, if she looks like you, Isabella’s not going to be happy.”

  Canyon glared at Bull like he was crazy. “Do you hear yourself?”

  “I don’t know,” Seren admitted. “We’re not allowed to see one another while we’re working. I guess it would be distracting. My focus is Canyon, especially since he…”

  Now, she had his attention. “What do you mean? Since I what?” He didn’t like this, the whole thing made him uneasy.

  Not wanting to hurt him, she tried to phrase her answer vaguely. “Since you tried to…”

  He held up his hand. There was no way she knew about that. No one knew about that.

  “Since he tried to what?” Bull asked, coming a step or two nearer to them both.

  “Nothing. Not important,” he stated, slicing his hand through the air emphatically.

  Knowing Canyon as well as she did, Seren knew he’d shared this difficult time with no one. “I shouldn’t speak out of turn.”

  “You don’t know anything about me,” he barked at her harshly. Canyon wasn’t buying this for a minute. Still, he couldn’t leave a defenseless woman alone in the wilderness. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “Keep me?” Seren suggested hopefully. “I couldn’t leave if I wanted to, which I don’t.”

  Canyon didn’t even know how to process what she was telling him. At least, he could get her out of the wilderness and back to civilization. “I don’t know how you got here, but let’s go.” He picked up his rifle and turned to Bull. “I think we’d better leave before Bigfoot and the witch from Hansel and Gretel show up.”

  “Sure thing. Come on, Angel-face.” Bull nodded to Seren as he took off to lead their little procession through the woods and over the creek to where he’d parked his truck.

  Canyon didn’t say anything, but he didn’t much like his friend using an endearment when he spoke to Seren – or whatever the hell her name was. Okay, time for some straight talk.

  “All right, Miss…Seren, where can we drop you off?”

  Seren let out a long breath, as if she were trying to be patient. “I came with you in Mr. Redford’s truck. From your house. I rode in the backseat on the cooler. When you two decided you wanted a beer, I had to move over and sit on that scratchy, wool blanket you bought at Cabela’s last year, the one with the bear motif. You two talked about Canyon shoeing your horse, Mr. Redford and…” She giggled a bit. “You also talked about which Charmin toilet paper you liked to use, both agreeing on the softer version with the bear on the blue package.”

  Bull stared bug-eyed at Canyon. “She was in the truck with us!”

  “Oh, she could’ve planted a bug and she probably peeked through your truck window to see the blanket and the cooler.” Canyon was trying to grasp onto reality with both hands, even as he felt himself slipping down the rabbit hole.

  “My windows are tinted,” Bull exclaimed, “and I had the truck locked up tight, Canyon.”

  “Maybe she was hiding in the backseat the whole time and we didn’t see her.”

  No one commented on his suggested explanation.

  As they neared the clearing where the vehicle was waiting, Seren moved ahead of the pair of men as if she were a scout checking the perimeter. Canyon couldn’t help but notice the odd shoes she wore, some gladiator type sandal with a golden cord lacing up
her intriguingly toned and tanned legs. “I’m sure there’s a logical explanation, Redford.” With his eyes checking out her lithe limbs, he didn’t notice a tree branch in the path. In the split second when Canyon hung his foot, Seren was there in the next one to place a steadying hand on his arm. The quick movement made him dizzy. “Do you have wings on those sandals?” he asked in a grumbling fashion.

  “No, my wings aren’t on my feet like the Greek god, Hermes.” She grinned at him. “I prefer to think of myself as a female Flash.”

  “I like Flash,” Bull inserted, good-naturedly. “Although, I just can’t get enough Batman.”

  Canyon wondered at Seren’s reference to the character. “So, do you know the Greek gods personally or do you watch TV where you’re from?”

  “No, I never met the gods. I do watch television at your house sometimes. I turn the sound down, so it doesn’t wake you.” She shot a playful glance over her shoulder. “If I’m feeling frisky, I hide the remote just to watch you hunt it the next day.”

  “Humpf!” Canyon muttered a wordless rebuttal, giving Bull the evil eye when his friend laughed aloud. As they entered the clearing, he found his eyes gravitating back to Seren’s hot little body. He felt like he’d entered some sexy version of the Twilight Zone. As his gaze caressed her from head to toe, he noticed…a tattoo? “Hey, you have a tattoo.” Canyon zeroed in on this fact as a sure sign she was part and parcel of the real world they lived in.

  Seren held up her left foot and glanced at the ankle. “That’s a constellation, sort of a map of where I’m from.”

  Canyon and Bull shared a look. Canyon brought his hand up and made a circle motion around his ear, mouthing the words ‘cuckoo for cocoa puffs’.

  “I saw that!” Seren said, with a touch of warning in her voice. Coming in view of the truck, she threw both arms in the air triumphantly. “Shotgun!”

  Bull found all this hilarious. “Ha! I guess you’re riding in the back seat for the return trip, Smithy!”

  Canyon shook his head at the absurdity of it all, but crawled into the back seat while the pixie-angel made herself comfortable in the front. She wiggled around, adjusting the air vent, and generally making herself at home.