Find Him: The Bear's Curvy Girl (BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance) (Mates of the Walkers Book 2) by Anya Nowlan Page A
Authors: Anya Nowlan
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of facing the drudgery of everyday life again.
So, when a trip she had looked forward to for so long went as badly as this one was shaping up to, it really killed her mood. Each step she took came with an unwelcome sloshing sound, her methodically chosen hiking socks as wet as the ground around her. Christie pursed her lips in mild annoyance as she felt a droplet of water hit her neck, promising another downpour soon enough. Her long auburn hair was put up in a sloppy bun and her cheeks were red with exertion (and maybe just a little bit of annoyance), the trail leading uphill once again. As much as she enjoyed a decent workout usually, it was no joke crawling up an incline with a full pack and being as exhausted as she was.
Her green eyes kept darting about, eager to catch a glimpse of some bit of civilization or someone who could help her. Christiehad rounded a corner in the thin trail, walking past a pile of rocks, when she stopped, frozen in her tracks. Her hands gripped the straps of her bag harder, momentarily forgetting all about the hunting knife on her hip. Eyes as big as platters, she stared at a giant grizzly bear, standing just feet from her on top of the very path she was following. Christie gulped and her hand reached for the knife, pulling it out quickly before her thoughts could catch up with her. The bear seemed to pause, eyeing the girl while standing just out of her reach. Wide nostrils flared and huffed in her scent, the gigantic animal taking in her smell and making small grunting noises as it circled on his tongue and in his nose. His chestnut eyes seemed to be filled with intelligence, an almost human sensitivity staring back at Christie, who by now was shivering like a leaf.
Another raindrop hit and the bear reared up to its back legs, seeming to have made up his mind about the woman. It didn’t roar or barrel down on her, so Christie tried to stay perfectly still, though her knuckles had turned white around the knife. She felt an odd connection to the animal, something deep within her soul reaching out to the presence of the bear and instead of feeling scared to death, she felt at ease. Yet, the simple will to survive overrode her sensitivities, making her hold onto the knife and be prepared to bolt at a moment’s notice. What followed a moment later was something that she couldn’t have prepared for in the best of cases, so it was no wonder it took the breath from her chest.
The huge animal, towering above Christie’s head as it stood up on its hind legs, suddenly started transforming right before her very eyes. Its features contracted and pulled into each other, the hair slowly seeping into its skin. The heavy head with its monstrous jaws shrunk and took on a decidedly human form, with a chiseled chin and a strong nose in place of wide nostrils and teeth that could rip apart just about anything. When the change was complete, a tall man with broad shoulders and a slightly lopsided grin stood before her, naked as all sin. Christie promptly decided to black out, strong arms clutching her under her arms just as her vision went to black.
CHAPTER TWO
When Christie’s eyes fluttered open, she had to weigh the facts before her and reasonably estimate that she must have lost all of her marbles. Christie found herself wrapped up in a fluffy blanket on a wide leather couch, staring into a happily crackling fire and at a mug of steaming tea sitting in front of her on a small table. She blinked a few times, trying to wake up from the pleasant dream, but her consciousness did not want to shift. A deep frown etched onto her features, the woman struggling to make sense of what exactly had come to happen to her.
She moved her limbs one by one and shrugged her shoulders back, making sure that all the bits and pieces were still where she expected them to be. Christie noted a surprising lack of pants, but being clad in an oversized t-shirt now, it seemed to be of little
So, when a trip she had looked forward to for so long went as badly as this one was shaping up to, it really killed her mood. Each step she took came with an unwelcome sloshing sound, her methodically chosen hiking socks as wet as the ground around her. Christie pursed her lips in mild annoyance as she felt a droplet of water hit her neck, promising another downpour soon enough. Her long auburn hair was put up in a sloppy bun and her cheeks were red with exertion (and maybe just a little bit of annoyance), the trail leading uphill once again. As much as she enjoyed a decent workout usually, it was no joke crawling up an incline with a full pack and being as exhausted as she was.
Her green eyes kept darting about, eager to catch a glimpse of some bit of civilization or someone who could help her. Christiehad rounded a corner in the thin trail, walking past a pile of rocks, when she stopped, frozen in her tracks. Her hands gripped the straps of her bag harder, momentarily forgetting all about the hunting knife on her hip. Eyes as big as platters, she stared at a giant grizzly bear, standing just feet from her on top of the very path she was following. Christie gulped and her hand reached for the knife, pulling it out quickly before her thoughts could catch up with her. The bear seemed to pause, eyeing the girl while standing just out of her reach. Wide nostrils flared and huffed in her scent, the gigantic animal taking in her smell and making small grunting noises as it circled on his tongue and in his nose. His chestnut eyes seemed to be filled with intelligence, an almost human sensitivity staring back at Christie, who by now was shivering like a leaf.
Another raindrop hit and the bear reared up to its back legs, seeming to have made up his mind about the woman. It didn’t roar or barrel down on her, so Christie tried to stay perfectly still, though her knuckles had turned white around the knife. She felt an odd connection to the animal, something deep within her soul reaching out to the presence of the bear and instead of feeling scared to death, she felt at ease. Yet, the simple will to survive overrode her sensitivities, making her hold onto the knife and be prepared to bolt at a moment’s notice. What followed a moment later was something that she couldn’t have prepared for in the best of cases, so it was no wonder it took the breath from her chest.
The huge animal, towering above Christie’s head as it stood up on its hind legs, suddenly started transforming right before her very eyes. Its features contracted and pulled into each other, the hair slowly seeping into its skin. The heavy head with its monstrous jaws shrunk and took on a decidedly human form, with a chiseled chin and a strong nose in place of wide nostrils and teeth that could rip apart just about anything. When the change was complete, a tall man with broad shoulders and a slightly lopsided grin stood before her, naked as all sin. Christie promptly decided to black out, strong arms clutching her under her arms just as her vision went to black.
CHAPTER TWO
When Christie’s eyes fluttered open, she had to weigh the facts before her and reasonably estimate that she must have lost all of her marbles. Christie found herself wrapped up in a fluffy blanket on a wide leather couch, staring into a happily crackling fire and at a mug of steaming tea sitting in front of her on a small table. She blinked a few times, trying to wake up from the pleasant dream, but her consciousness did not want to shift. A deep frown etched onto her features, the woman struggling to make sense of what exactly had come to happen to her.
She moved her limbs one by one and shrugged her shoulders back, making sure that all the bits and pieces were still where she expected them to be. Christie noted a surprising lack of pants, but being clad in an oversized t-shirt now, it seemed to be of little
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