back into her human form and chase down a man. Whoever he was, he looked like he’d be able to satisfy her in every way possible. She wondered if he liked curvy girls, and if so, if he’d be willing to go out with her. Or stay in and pleasure her all night long.
No! What is wrong with you? Men can’t be trusted!
She remembered why she chose to live as a bear for the past ten years and chastised herself for the wicked thoughts. Some men might say they liked curvy women, but the minute someone thinner and better looking came around, they couldn’t get away fast enough.
Men always cheated.
If she remembered that fact, she’d be a lot happier and could finally start having some fun. She’d lived for two hundred years without a permanent man in her life, and she could live another two hundred, and another two hundred after that.
She could admit she didn’t want to though.
She’d always wanted a man to love her like she’d seen in the movies and read in books. She’d wanted a man with unconditional love for her and her curves, and one she could trust with the secret of her bear. She’d never told another sole about her bear, but she wanted someone she could share all of herself with. Someone like the sexy muscled guy she’d just seen on the porch.
She wanted to stalk him, and when she had him cornered, she wanted to pounce.
She shook her head and ran into the forest. She needed to separate herself from the man, and all the feelings he stirred deep down inside.
She ran until she couldn’t run anymore, and lumbered inside a cave for some rest.
As she drifted off to sleep, she felt the energies of the pregnant bears pulling her back to Bear Mountain, and the pull of the man she’d ogled from behind the bush.
Mate!
No…he couldn’t be.
A mate would be dangerous to her carefully guarded, fragile heart. She’d never be able to avoid him, but that didn’t mean she needed to do it without a plan.
Mate or not, she refused to allow her heart the chance to be broken again.
Chapter Two
Dave walked into the sheriff’s office and rolled his shoulders. The sheriff glanced in his direction, nodded, then continued whatever he’d been working on. He stomped past the sheriff’s desk to his own, and dropped the pile of mail on the hard surface. It landed with a thud that echoed around the room, and the noise satisfied him in a way he didn’t understand.
He picked up his mug and walked to the coffee maker, but when he found it empty, he slammed the heavy dish down on the little table that held the machine. The table wobbled, but eventually settled despite his abusive rummaging around in the lower cabinet for coffee and filters.
He huffed and puffed as he crossed the room and back to fill the carafe with water and refill the machine. He grunted as he added the filter and coffee grounds.
The sheriff didn’t say a word as he stared at the machine and mentally cursed it, willing it to brew faster, but he felt the man’s eyes boring into his back.
“What?” he turned and roared at the man. A lesser man might be afraid to confront the shifter, but Dave wasn’t a lesser man and he didn’t fear his friend.
“Something wrong?” Gage questioned, a smirk on his face.
He knew his behavior looked ridiculous, but after a restless night of sleep, he’d woken up irritable and grouchy. For most of the day he’d tried to shake the foul mood, but as the hours passed, he seemed to be getting worse instead of better.
“This damn coffee maker is too damn slow,” he said and turned back toward the brewer.
“You and I both know that it’s not the coffee maker. You’ve been spewing venom all day,” Gage said. “What’s the problem?”
In the early part of the day, he’d been able to pass his mood off as a bad start to the morning, but they’d had lunch an hour ago and he still wanted to fight everything in his path.
“Sorry,” he sighed, and sat down at his desk. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I
No! What is wrong with you? Men can’t be trusted!
She remembered why she chose to live as a bear for the past ten years and chastised herself for the wicked thoughts. Some men might say they liked curvy women, but the minute someone thinner and better looking came around, they couldn’t get away fast enough.
Men always cheated.
If she remembered that fact, she’d be a lot happier and could finally start having some fun. She’d lived for two hundred years without a permanent man in her life, and she could live another two hundred, and another two hundred after that.
She could admit she didn’t want to though.
She’d always wanted a man to love her like she’d seen in the movies and read in books. She’d wanted a man with unconditional love for her and her curves, and one she could trust with the secret of her bear. She’d never told another sole about her bear, but she wanted someone she could share all of herself with. Someone like the sexy muscled guy she’d just seen on the porch.
She wanted to stalk him, and when she had him cornered, she wanted to pounce.
She shook her head and ran into the forest. She needed to separate herself from the man, and all the feelings he stirred deep down inside.
She ran until she couldn’t run anymore, and lumbered inside a cave for some rest.
As she drifted off to sleep, she felt the energies of the pregnant bears pulling her back to Bear Mountain, and the pull of the man she’d ogled from behind the bush.
Mate!
No…he couldn’t be.
A mate would be dangerous to her carefully guarded, fragile heart. She’d never be able to avoid him, but that didn’t mean she needed to do it without a plan.
Mate or not, she refused to allow her heart the chance to be broken again.
Chapter Two
Dave walked into the sheriff’s office and rolled his shoulders. The sheriff glanced in his direction, nodded, then continued whatever he’d been working on. He stomped past the sheriff’s desk to his own, and dropped the pile of mail on the hard surface. It landed with a thud that echoed around the room, and the noise satisfied him in a way he didn’t understand.
He picked up his mug and walked to the coffee maker, but when he found it empty, he slammed the heavy dish down on the little table that held the machine. The table wobbled, but eventually settled despite his abusive rummaging around in the lower cabinet for coffee and filters.
He huffed and puffed as he crossed the room and back to fill the carafe with water and refill the machine. He grunted as he added the filter and coffee grounds.
The sheriff didn’t say a word as he stared at the machine and mentally cursed it, willing it to brew faster, but he felt the man’s eyes boring into his back.
“What?” he turned and roared at the man. A lesser man might be afraid to confront the shifter, but Dave wasn’t a lesser man and he didn’t fear his friend.
“Something wrong?” Gage questioned, a smirk on his face.
He knew his behavior looked ridiculous, but after a restless night of sleep, he’d woken up irritable and grouchy. For most of the day he’d tried to shake the foul mood, but as the hours passed, he seemed to be getting worse instead of better.
“This damn coffee maker is too damn slow,” he said and turned back toward the brewer.
“You and I both know that it’s not the coffee maker. You’ve been spewing venom all day,” Gage said. “What’s the problem?”
In the early part of the day, he’d been able to pass his mood off as a bad start to the morning, but they’d had lunch an hour ago and he still wanted to fight everything in his path.
“Sorry,” he sighed, and sat down at his desk. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I
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