by Lissa Matthews
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Blake 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.
She's on 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.
Except when 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.
Snippet:
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.”
You could kick her out. She is trespassing.
Blake 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.
Feeling 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 slight sweetness.
He stepped 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 getting closer.
Blake 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.
Her scent 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.
He didn’t 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.
About Lissa:
Born and 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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