doesn’t want a mate. No way. No how. And he certainly doesn’t want her camping
on his land, floating down his stretch of river, or looking like she belongs in
his bed. But that's exactly what he gets when he happens upon a curvy woman
with shades of sunset hair named Leah.
vacation and isn’t looking for any complications, especially in the form of a
shifter or the possessive MINE signal he gives off.
So, what are
two bears to do when they've convinced themselves they don't want, much less
need anyone else?They give in to the
pull and mate, of course, but in sex only. No life commitment. No cubs. No
changing the way they live: Separate and independent of each other.
she leaves his mountain, Blake can't get her off his mind and Leah can't stop
craving his particular brand of gruffness. Now, the one thing neither wanted,
has come full circle, and is ready to bite them both.
He knew pain
and loss, and he didn’t want anything to do with it ever again. A woman would
only complicate his uncomplicated life. “I’ll just stay away from her,” he declared
to the four walls. “I’ve done a good job of it so far. I can just keep doing so
until she leaves the area.”
kick her out. She is trespassing.
couldn’t argue with the thought. She was camping on private property. But, he
reasoned, she was set up and he wouldn’t make her move. Especially since it
would put him in the position of having to talk to her. No, he’d let her stay
and hope that she left real soon.
satisfied with himself and his decision, Blake made for the kitchen and the
Mason jar of iced coffee in the fridge. If summers were good for anything, it
was iced coffee. He drank it black, undiluted but for a few ice cubes and a
onto the deck at the back of the house, and took a deep breath. The heat wasn’t
so bad with something cold coating his throat and cooling him from the inside
out. But it was still oppressive. He turned to re-enter the cabin, but caught
the scent before he could turn his head. She was near. To the northeast and
debated with himself. Should he get closer? Should he get a look at her? His
body screamed that yes, he should. His brain screamed obscenities at him for
even considering it.
was stronger now. “Man, this is such a bad idea,” he whispered to no one even
as he set the jar down and crept off the deck to the forest floor. Lucky for
him, for a six foot five guy, he could be surprisingly stealthy.
He wound his
way through the brush toward the water, careful to keep out of sight. A stand
of trees and low-lying bushes allowed him to stay out of view. He crouched to
his knees and waited.
have to wait long. Her inner tube rounded the bend in the river several seconds
later and Blake had to bite down on his tongue to keep a groan at bay. His soul
growled “Mine” and his brain knew they were all goners.
raised in the South and currently living in North Carolina, talented,
multi-published author, Lissa Matthews, has many loves in her life: Family,
friends, NASCAR, football, music of all kinds, cooking, and penning stories
filled with feisty, sassy heroines and naughty heros, and last, but certainly
not least, coffee.
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