Werebear for Valentine's: Saved by the Bear (BBW Werebear Erotic Romance)
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Authors: Anya Nowlan
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HINT OF WHAT IS TO COME IN THIS BOOK
“Oh,” she murmured, sinking into his eyes. He made her lose all control over herself. All she wanted was to curl up in his wide lap and kiss him deeply. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears and his words just made her flood with warmth and need. Trish almost didn’t recognize herself, but she couldn’t let the moment pass. The perfect man had shown up, a picture of chivalry and masculinity, and she couldn’t care less that he was a bear. Or, well, it just made things better. Surprising herself more than she did him, Trish leant forward and her lips touched his gently.
Christian returned the kiss, first softly and carefully, but the passion compelling them both onward. His hands slid around her and he pulled her in his lap, her curvy form melding against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled back from the kiss for a moment, her head spinning and a shudder running through her. Trish felt like she should have been mortified by what she was doing, but she couldn’t find an ounce of regret in herself. He tasted delicious and being surrounded by his strength and calmness seemed to wipe away all her worries.
“I’m sorry, I-“ she began, wanting to apologize for her straightforwardness, but the man just shushed her with a finger on her lips.
“Don’t be. I feel the same way. It’s right.”
Trish smiled brightly and dove in for another kiss, claiming his mouth before he could take hers. As coy and careful as she usually was, apparently there was a bit of a beast hidden inside her gentle frame as well. It just needed a big, strong and kind werebear to light the flame.
Copyright © 2015 Anya Nowlan
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BBW Werebear Erotic Romance
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
HINT OF WHAT IS TO COME IN THIS BOOK
CHAPTER ONE
Trish twirled the spoon in her lukewarm coffee, leaning on the counter with a mix of boredom and frustration. The small diner was packed with happy couples, cooing at each other and ordering milkshakes for two and hot chocolate. It made her stomach twist in painful knots. On one hand, she was a die-hard romantic and she absolutely loved seeing all the happy faces and the coy hand-holding going on in the booths and at the tables. But, on the other hand, she had just been dumped not more than two weeks ago, so watching anyone be happy while she was completely miserable was like rubbing salt on a fresh wound.
Trish sighed to herself, taking the spoon out and letting it clatter on the white porcelain dish. Raising the cup to her lips, she glanced around the diner to see if anyone needed help. It was a nice place, always had been. In a small town like St Pete’s, the diner was the heart and soul of the community and the locals knew it. When it had threatened to go under a few years ago, the people had rushed to its aid. Trish had always wondered why anyone would take on the task of setting up a business like that in a place where it had no chance to be successful, but seeing the amount of love that poured from the regulars to the lovely couple who owned it had made her see the light. Sometimes, a thank you was enough.
The coffee burned as it went down her throat, not because of the heat but because of how strong it was. It didn’t really help that much. Her eyes still threatened to close and she wanted nothing more than to rest her forehead against the cool counter and take a nice nap. But, she knew she was just kidding herself. Ever since her teary break-up, she couldn’t really sleep much. Instead, she stayed up, night after night, reading books and absorbing the happiness of others through the written word. At least work kept her mind off of things usually, but it was hard to escape her own failed relationship on Valentine’s Day.
The one day of the year when she was supposed to be surrounded by love and affection, showered with appreciation, she was stuck staring at everyone else having a great time but her. She couldn’t keep the pout off her lips, her blue eyes glancing about and stopping on the giggly couples every now and then. Usually, she loved nothing more than to be in the presence of happiness and love, even if it wasn’t hers, but at the moment it was a bit too painful to handle. Trish had thought about it far too much lately, though the whole thing really didn’t deserve that much attention. She had been together with Trent for only half a year, the tall and wiry mechanic sweeping her off her feet when he made a beeline for her one night during a county dance party. He’d been smooth, sly and completely irresistible. She’d melted like putty in his hands. In retrospect, it probably hadn’t been the wisest thing to do.
But, the mountains of Montana could be a lonely place and she had enjoyed his attentions. It was only later when she found out that she was not the only girl he liked to blanket with interest. Nope, not by a long shot. The culmination of the painful relationship had come when she caught him making out with a girl behind the diner, the man knowing full well that she went back there often enough during the day. The relationship hadn’t been that great, but the way it ended had left a sour taste in her mouth and made her far more sorrowful than she had expected to be. Her heart constricted each time she thought about the sight of Trent slipping his tongue between the lips of the pretty, slim blonde, pushing her against the red brick wall of the alley.
Maybe it’s the way I look…
she thought to herself. She shook her head a second later. A determined look flooded into her eyes, driving back the hint of self-doubt. There was no point in feeling sorry for herself. She was a tall, curvy brunette and gorgeous, especially thanks to her hourglass figure and her lush curves. If the man didn’t know how to appreciate that, then well, she didn’t need a jerk like him around her. Trish had spent way too many years in her teens worrying about her weight and the way she looked until she had finally learned to love herself and see that beauty didn’t always have to be like it was in magazines. She had a booty and damnit, she was proud of it.
Trish pursed her lips, slightly amused by her newfound defiance to all things ex-boyfriend. Her brows uncurled from the constant frown that she had been wearing and her shoulders relaxed, trying her best to uncoil from her stressed state and take in the joy that was literally everywhere around her. In a few hours, her shift would be over and she could treat herself to some dark chocolate, a glass of red wine and another good book and
really
get into the spirit of the holiday. If a man wasn’t going to fall all over her that day then she was going to make damn sure that she at least got everything she deserved that she could get on her own. Including a mind-blowing orgasm, even if she had to make it happen herself.
I’m a modern woman, I can do whatever I want!
she decided, smirking to herself.
Suddenly, she felt a tingle at the back of her neck and she peeked over her shoulder instinctively. She met the burning auburn gaze of a man she didn’t remember seeing before, his piercing eyes making her core twist and turn in dizzying loops. Her lips parted slightly, mesmerized by his deep, almost primal eyes. There was a kind of power exuding from him that seemed to drown out everything around him, once she was made aware of his presence. It was as if his aura stood out from everything and everyone around him, commanding attention and respect. Instead of shying away from it, Trish was inexplicably drawn to it, and to him.
A deep blush rose to her cheeks. It felt like he saw right through her and could pick up on what she was thinking. The man gave her a small conspiratory smile and Trish couldn’t help but return it, the tension cut between them but still remaining, strong and looming in the background.
He’s cute! And I can’t stop staring at him…Look away, Trish, goddamnit! I wonder if he’s from around here…
And then, he stood up and left the diner, completely ruining Trish’s little fantasies that included him, her and a nice hot bubble bath. Her expression dropped, Trish turning sullenly back to her coffee. Valentine’s was
not
going great.
CHAPTER TWO
When Trish was allowed off from her shift, she almost fell over herself trying to scramble out of the diner. She had been around smiling people all day and it was becoming harder and harder to keep a straight face. They didn’t deserve her snapping at them, but she was afraid she couldn’t really keep from it from much longer. It was seasonably chilly outside, snow topping the mountains and covering the grounds as far as she could see. The Cabinet mountains loomed in the distance, the high mountain ranges making for a gorgeous sight. Her warm coat was wrapped tightly around herself, only her eyes peeking over the thick-furred edge of the collar.
The air that rose from her nostrils and mouth turned to fog right away, the freezing weather making her wish that she was walking with her hand in someone’s palm. The eyes of the big, wide-shouldered man from earlier stayed with her. They’d haunted her all day, lingering in the back of her mind. It was as if she couldn’t shake him from her thoughts. He’d even managed to drive away some of her glumness about her jerk of an ex, though she was more than certain that if she could spend more time around the mysterious stranger then she’d feel even better about it all. Trish smirked to herself, cuddling her arms around her body tighter as she walked down the forest path towards the small cluster of buildings a few miles to the East.
The trail was treacherous to those who didn’t know it and never less than dangerous to those who did. Trish always kept a close eye on where she was putting her foot when she descended towards her home, the steep fall to the valley on one side of her promising nothing but broken bones. She was just half-way through another happy daydream about getting to know the amber-eyed man closer, which included a lot of whipped cream and a few strawberries, when suddenly she felt the ground going out from under her. Her foot slipped and the next thing she knew, she was tumbling down towards the abyss of the deep gulch.