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  WEREBEAR FOR VALENTINE’S: SAVED BY THE BEAR

  BBW WEREBEAR EROTIC ROMANCE SHORT

  BY

  ANYA NOWLAN

  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

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

  Werebear for Valentine’s: Saved by the Bear

  BBW Werebear Erotic Romance

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  HINT OF WHAT IS TO COME IN THIS BOOK

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

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  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 s
he 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.

  A scream parted her lips just as she came to an abrupt stop, her fall stopped by a small ledge. Trish winced, bewildered and surprised. The yelp subsided and she pressed herself against the stone wall of the cliff, the tiny edge just large enough for her to stand on, but not much more. A passing gust of wind could easily make her tumble over it, a stark realization that was not lost on Trish. Tears welled in her eyes, panic taking over her senses. She was too low down to get up without help and going down was not an option either. In a word, she was struck.

  For lack of a better option, as her cell phone having run out of battery during the long day of distractions, she opted for the only other thing she could do – yelling for help. Her voice was shrill and echoed through the valley, tinted with fear. The complete serenity of the surroundings struck her, Trish feeling completely alone. It was a while until she could see any movement around herself. The road wasn’t used often and she wouldn’t have been surprised if no one would walk down it for the next few days. It was all the more surprising when she saw some motion down in the depths of the snowy gorge. A familiar pair of eyes looked up at her, amber depths boring into her.

  Trish felt her breath sticking to her throat, the thick coat nowhere near warm enough to subdue the shiver that was running through her. His gaze made her forget her rather precarious situation for a trifling second. The man pursed his lips, looking up towards her perch. His hands were shoved into his pockets and his brown hair was slightly frosted from the light snowfall. He seemed to ponder his options.

  “You’re going to have to promise me you won’t freak out,” he said, his deep voice like honey in her ears. Her stomach twisted and turned, Trish fighting to keep her calm. She frowned, but then nodded.

  “I won’t.”

  “Promise?” he asked. His eyes seemed to twinkle with an unmistakable, almost mischievous spark, though he was tens of feet below her. She nodded again.

  “Okay then. But remember, you promised. I’m Christian, by the way,” the enigmatic man said. Trish managed a small smile. Just as she had started telling him her name, something happened that made her forget her ability to speak altogether.

  The tall, broad form of the mysterious man started changing before her. His impressive body grew even taller and wider, massive muscles forming a ferocious beast as he transformed from man to bear in the span of a few scant moments. His square jaw elongated and thickened, a fearsome maw taking its place. His eyes remained much the same, the same intensity remaining in his primal form as in his human one. Trish’s mind skipped a beat as she stood witness to the magnificent shift. She had only heard about shifters, whispered rumors that seemed little more than gossip, but now she was face to face with one. And it seemed that she was going to get a lot closer to him, fast.

  With nimble movements for such a big animal, the bear started scrambling up the rocky mountainside. He saw places to hang onto where Trish only saw solid rock coated with ice. She knew bears were great climbers, but apparently they needed to be tempted with a damsel in distress to really show their true colors. Trish shuddered as the animal trekked closer to her, its thick mane coated with snow by the time it was level with her. It, he, was huge and looked incredibly menacing, if it weren’t for that look in his eyes. She fought to remain calm, struggling to control her inhales. Then, the bear became a man once more.

  Hanging onto small holds in the rocky surface, the bear transformed into the knight of a man who had come to her rescue. His brown coat disappeared and his body took the shape of a strong, muscled man once more. A second later, he had stepped onto the ledge, his hands snaking around her body to pull her close against him, lest they both tumble to their deaths. His scent made her head spin. Or maybe it was the altitude. It was hard to tell at that point, but she was more than grateful that she wasn’t alone in her plight. Christian grinned at her, looking as if he scaled mountains to fetch abandoned maidens on a daily basis. Trish certainly wouldn’t have minded being a bit helpless for him every now and then, even though that usually wasn’t her M.O.

  “What did you say your name was?” he asked, that deep voice of his reverbing right through her. Trish cleared her voice, looking up at the much bigger man and feeling sure that he must have heard her heart pound through her chest.

  “Trish.”

  I can’t believe this is happening…she thought, her knees going weak as he pressed her against his strong body. The pull she had felt towards him earlier was all the more strong now.

  “Okay, Trish. I’m going to hoist you up there now, so be a sweet and try not to tip back much.” Without further ado, he twirled her around and put his strong hands around her waist. Christian picked her up like she weighed absolutely nothing, her curvy body as light as a feather in his arms. Trish felt like she was almost thrown up o
ver the ledge, scrambling on her hands and knees away from the deathly railing. Christian climbed up right on her heels and helped her up before she could even really tell what had happened. He brushed a lock of her auburn hair out of her face and smiled brightly, standing so close to her that she thought he would take her breath away once again.

  “Pleased to meet you, Trish.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Christian had insisted on walking her home, lest she tumble off the side again, and Trish hadn’t found any desire to argue with the commanding man. Her mind still reeled from what she had seen and staring at the gorgeous beast of a man before her just made it all the more real. She had invited him up for tea, her curiosity getting the best of her.

  I can’t let him go without finding out more about him! Of course, that was a clever excuse she concocted for herself to just spend more time with him. He was far more compelling than anyone she had ever met and the thought of just letting him roam off was not something she could tolerate. Besides, he was even cuter up close.

  Trish futzed around with tea and cookies, heart-shaped as it was Valentine’s Day after all, while Christian amused himself with eyeing her possessions. She had an ample collection of vintage dolls, something that she was sure creeped out just about every man she invited to her place, but Christian had said that everybody needed their quirky little obsession. Trish couldn’t agree more. And he was well on his way to becoming her new object of interest, if he would only let her. She brought him a big steaming mug of tea and set the plate of cookies on the small table, her eyes staying expectantly on the man as she took a seat on the couch. Christian sunk right next to her, again way too close, but not nearly close enough.