Find Him: The Bear's Curvy Girl (BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance) (Mates of the Walkers Book 2)

 

 

 

 

F
IND
H
IM:
T
HE
B
EAR’S
C
URVY
G
IRL

BBW
W
EREBEAR
E
ROTIC
R
OMANCE
S
HORT

BY

A
NYA
N
OWLAN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HINT OF WHAT IS TO COME IN THIS BOOK

 

“Oh, you’re up. Good! I’ve re-made that tea about ten times now,” the voice said, his chuckle echoing through the cabin. Christie whipped around on the couch to face the voice, finding herself staring at the brown-eyed man from the trail. Her head spun for a moment, reeling at the implications. For once in her life, Christie was caught without anything to say.

 

“I hope I didn’t scare you too bad,” the big lug of a man said, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. He was tall and built like a house, broad and powerful. She could imagine him throwing together a moderately sized building in half a day’s work and then stalking off to slay mythical beasts and save fair-haired maidens. Though, in this case, she seemed to be playing the part of the maiden. Christie cleared her voice with a small cough and eyed the man, her green pools littered with worry.

“I…um. Where am I?” The man stood just a few feet from her, at a respectful distance, but close enough that she could see him fidget as nervously as she was. If she weren’t so entirely confused, she would have found his slight anxiety endearing. In fact, if she was in the right state of mind, she would have quickly realized that there was a familiar heat starting to grow in her core and that she felt far too relaxed around an unknown man who may or may not be a werebear.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

Find Him: The Bear’s Curvy Girl

BBW Werebear Erotic Romance Short

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

A
SMALL
OUTTAKE

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

RELATED BOOKS

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

It had been a rough, long slog through the Colorado mountains. Christie was cold to the bone, wet and miserable and the oncoming weather promised to make her even more so. She had been walking down (or up and very occasionally down) the trail for days on end, expecting it to finally lead somewhere. So far, no luck. The sun had made itself scarce all day and since the last rainfall in the morning, she hadn’t managed to dry up. If she had a warm set of clothes left, she would have changed into them long ago, but as it were, all of her things had gotten thoroughly doused by torrential rainfalls plighting her trip and there hadn’t been a chance of drying them.

 

Christie had started feeling more and more like a drowning kitten as she trudged onward, the heavy pack on her back weighing her down and making her legs ache with more than just the long journey she had had. Every time she closed her eyes, she could imagine a toasty fire and her toes wiggling under a soft blanket, with her hands wrapped around a mug of tea, but so far she had no such luck. It was just rainstorm after rainstorm and even her tent had become sagged and sad in the constant dampness. She almost dreaded the hour when she would have to set it up  again and pretend to try and get warm by the light of a fire, before curling up in the musty tent and falling into a dead-man’s sleep. There was nothing she looked forward to less than another miserable night out in the wilderness.

 

By all accounts, she had come well-prepared. Being an experienced hiker, Christiehad packed all the right things and spent months planning her trip. It was just her luck that a few days into the trek, the rain had washed out half her maps and shorted the batteries on her handheld GPS and her phone.

Next time, I’m packing everything in ziplock bags,
she grumbled to herself under her breath for the umpteenth time. Despite her misfortune, she had stubbornly decided to go on. Her hike was supposed to take her through a set of gorgeous mountains and unpopulated valleys between them over the course of two weeks and in a stroke of pigheadedness, she had been sure that she could find her way through by sheer wit and cleverness. She had, of course, been rather off the mark in all of her assumptions. The rain ruined any chance of making out landmarks and by the end of the first week, Christie was pretty sure she had passed the same ridge at least three times.

 

A few days prior to her current damp state, she had happened upon a small trail leading up along the sloping curve of a mountain. For lack of a better option, she had decided to follow it. She kept hoping that any moment a puff of smoke would appear on the horizon and if she could only run a little, she would reach a house with a fireplace, blanket and the tea she so desired. It seemed less and less like a reasonable possibility, but there were really very few other things she could try aside from banking her hopes on the faded road. Though desperation was slowly clawing at the back of her mind, she had refused to give into the hysteria threatening to burst forward.

None of that. You wanted adventure, well, here you go.
The knowledge that she would at least not die of thirst was of little condolence.

 

Christie took a trip like that at least once a year. She loved getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city and her dreary job as a manager at a department store. There were only so many customer complaints she could deal with before her brain wanted to explode from the rampant ignorance she had to deal with. There was something about shopping that really seemed to lower some people’s IQ by a good thirty points and she was always the hapless target to the ones who were both enraged because of this or that (mislabeled toilet paper, lack of fluorescent party plates, etc). Getting out into nature seemed to be the only thing that could truly calm her down in a short period of time and make her capable 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 importance. A quick check with her fingertips confirmed that she was still in her underwear, which had mercifully dried. She was half-way through trying to figure out if this could in fact be heaven, when a deep voice seemed to shake the walls around her.

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