My Curse to Bear: Standalone BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (The Everson Brothers Book 1) by Alana Hart & Olivia Arran

Author:Alana Hart & Olivia Arran [Hart, Alana & Arran, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, New Adult & College, Paranormal, Romantic Comedy, Werewolves & Shifters, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Coming of Age, Paranormal & Urban, Romantic, Demons & Devils, Psychics, Witches & Wizards
Amazon: B016P42OOO
Publisher: Hartfelt Books
Published: 2015-10-13T18:30:00+00:00

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Craig

Juggling the steaming hot coffee perched precariously in a carry tray along with a bag of freshly baked muffins, I pushed open the shop door. Bracing myself for the gut wrenching sight of the shell that had once been Magical Gifts, I blinked my eyes in astonishment. Busy elves of some sort had been at work. The floor was mainly cleared, the water magically evaporated, and a small team of workmen were attacking the wiring that was hanging out of the wall.

“What the?”

“I couldn’t stop her. Once she’d had a couple of hours of sleep she was like a woman possessed. So we came back down, been here since about 3.00 a.m.” Cassie said from her stooped position on the floor. Stifling a yawn, she rubbed her eyes blearily.

“One of those for me?” she asked hopefully, indicating the coffee.

I looked down at the cups. I had completely forgotten about them in my amazement. “Yeah, sure,” I replied, passing one over.

“She’s in the back, if you’re looking for her.”

Passing her a muffin in thanks, which she gratefully took a huge chunk out of, I carried the rest of the takeout through to the little kitchen. The fire had not spread, thank the Mother. Otherwise, Merrie would have been homeless.

I found her bent over the large cast iron sink, up to her elbows in hot, soapy water. I stopped a moment to admire the view — she had a fine ass, lovingly outlined by the tight workout pants she was wearing. A cut off T-shirt completed the vision of loveliness, revealing flashes of smooth, pale skin, as she pummeled something vigorously in the frothy water.

“You just gonna stand there?” she called over her shoulder, not breaking from her task.

“Uh, no.” I set the cups and bag on the table.

“What’re you doing? Aside from washing the kitchen floor.” I glanced at the puddle of water pooling around her feet.

“I’m trying to get the soot off these metal racks,” she grunted, her arms seesawing back and forth as she scrubbed. “There’s nothing wrong with them…”

I watched as the water built momentum, sloshing over the sides.

“I’ll build you new racks—”

“But I want these,” she cried, suddenly stopping and throwing the scouring pad at the sink. “I want something from my shop. The fire took everything. Everything I had worked so hard for…” Her words faded as she blinked, looking down at the water.

Staring at the back of the desolate woman in front of me, I desperately searched my head for the right words. Then she turned around and my mouth went dry. Wet T-shirt contest anyone? Her generous breasts were outlined in exquisite detail, the lace of her bra not disguising her lush, round nipples. My cock hardened, ready to go. Jeez, Craig! Sex again? Not the time or the place! I mentally slapped myself — hard — pinning my gaze on her face.

Inspiration hit me.

“You already have something from your shop. Something wonderful, the most important part of what made it unique. It’s ‘selling point’, you might say.

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