Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Hopefully, the new owners make sweets worthy of Honey Pot Hollow or there will be hell to pay with the other bears in town.
After hanging up the phone, I pour my cold coffee down the drain before heading to my bedroom to wake up my spoiled Chihuahua.
“Angel Baby.” I kneel next to the baby bed, yes, a real fucking baby bed, and gently pat his little tan back the way he likes.
Two years ago, my life took a turn for the nutty when I found a tiny Chihuahua puppy at one of the worksites. Without thinking things through, I brought it to my parents’ house, hoping my mother would help me out. I expected her to bring the puppy to the local vet to see if he could help us find the little dog a home. Instead, my family pulled a fast one on me, and I ended up the proud owner of a spoiled little shit called Angel Baby.
When Momma Bear got the crazy idea in her mind that my puppy could get crushed in the middle of the night if I accidentally rolled over on him, my brothers and dad saw the perfect opportunity to fuck with me. The assholes bought my spoiled pooch a baby bed. For his protection.
“Gramma Bear is on her way to pick you up.” Angel Baby’s pointy little ears perk up at the sound of my mother’s name.
Convincing the spoiled dog to hurry through his morning backyard sniffing routine is impossible. By the time Angel Baby decides on the perfect spot for his morning shit, I’m drowning in sweat and running twenty minutes late. This goddamn day from hell just keeps getting better and better. I remember my earlier happy mood and mentally flip off the universe. Fuck you, universe, for toying with me.
The lopsided sign hanging across the front of the bakery building tells me this is going to be painful. I push open the cloudy glass door and step into the large rundown shop. My bear wakes up and stretches under my skin as a sugary sweet honey scent reaches my nose. My fangs stretch under my gums, wanting a bite of whatever smells so delicious. I’m so caught up in the sweet fragrance that I miss the ladder directly behind the door.
“Oof.” I barely have time to catch the curvy goddess as she drops into my arms.
“What the hell are you doing on top of that ladder?” Fear causes my words to come out harsher than I’d intended. My captive’s cornflower blue eyes narrow, and I notice the effect she’s having on my body.
“Who the heck do you think you are?” She pushes futilely against my chest as I pull her sweet body closer. Her movements cause her luscious tits to jiggle, which wakes up my cock. The fucker turns to stone and aches behind my zipper, shocking the hell out of me. Only my mate should tempt me physically. I ignore the thought buzzing around my mind and concentrate on the pain holding her close is causing below. These tight jeans were a fortunate choice since I don’t want to scandalize the three human women.
My frazzled mind kicks in enough to warn me to take things slow with the gorgeous human. I let my eyes roam over her heart-shaped face, memorizing each detail. The adorable smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose calls to me, and I promise myself I’ll find the time to taste each little dot later.
Her stunning wide, bright-blue eyes are surrounded by the longest, thickest eyelashes I’ve ever seen. When she bites her bottom lip, my tongue aches to soothe the tiny ache.
My bear gives me a little kick, reminding me that I need to speak to her. “I’m your new contractor,” I blurt out the first words that come to my mind before leaning over to inhale deeply. “We have an appointment.”
I let her soothing honey scent flow through me, and two things hit me at once. The luscious curvy blonde I’m holding in my arms is my mate, and my freaking mother probably already figured that little tidbit out. I keep that little bit of information to myself since I’m pretty sure coming on too strong with a human female is a good way to end up in the doghouse.
Oh, man. I’m so fucking fucked right now. Nothing in my thirty-two years on earth has taught me how to go about wooing a human mate, and my bear is stretching under my skin, urging me to stop stalling and seal the deal with my mate.
“Please put me down.” Her smoky voice sends goosebumps skittering down my spine, and I can’t deny her anything. After setting my little mate on her feet, I step back and attempt to get my inner bear and body under control.