Complete Christmas Bear Brothers Box Set: BBW Holiday Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Santa Paws
Foreword
Chapter One – Dermot
Chapter Two – Vicky
Chapter Three – Dermot
Chapter Four – Vicky
Chapter Five – Dermot
Chapter Six – Vicky
Chapter Seven – Dermot
Chapter Eight – Vicky
Chapter Nine – Dermot
Chapter Ten – Vicky
Chapter Eleven – Dermot
Chapter Twelve – Vicky
Chapter Thirteen – Dermot
Chapter Fourteen – Vicky
Chapter Fifteen – Dermot
Chapter Sixteen – Vicky
Chapter Seventeen – Dermot
Chapter Eighteen – Vicky
Christmas Catastrophe
Foreword
Chapter One – Damon
Chapter Two – Zara
Chapter Three – Damon
Chapter Four – Zara
Chapter Five – Damon
Chapter Six – Zara
Chapter Seven – Damon
Chapter Eight – Zara
Chapter Nine – Damon
Chapter Ten – Zara
Chapter Eleven – Damon
Chapter Twelve – Zara
Chapter Thirteen – Damon
Chapter Fourteen – Zara
Chapter Fifteen – Damon
Chapter Sixteen – Zara
Chapter Seventeen – Damon
Chapter Eighteen – Zara
Bear Humbug!
Foreword
Chapter One – Declan
Chapter Two – Maria
Chapter Three – Declan
Chapter Four – Maria
Chapter Five – Declan
Chapter Six – Maria
Chapter Seven – Declan
Chapter Eight – Maria
Chapter Nine – Declan
Chapter Ten – Maria
Chapter Eleven – Declan
Chapter Twelve – Maria
Chapter Thirteen – Declan
Chapter Fourteen – Maria
Chapter Fifteen – Declan
Chapter Sixteen – Maria
Chapter Seventeen – Declan
Chapter Eighteen – Maria
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Christmas Bear Brothers
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© 2016 Harmony Raines
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Foreword
Santa Paws
Christmas Bear Brothers
(Book One)
Are you ready for some Christmas magic?
All Dermot wants for Christmas is a mate. Because a mate will lead to cubs, and a family to spend the holidays with.
But since Dermot, a paramedic, hasn't met his special lady yet, he agrees, as he always does, to work Christmas so others can enjoy time with their families.
However, fate is about to step in and give him just what he needs.
Vicky is a reindeer shifter who has lost her Christmas spirit. Can Dermot help her find it before it's too late?
Too late for what? You'll have to read Santa Paws to find out...
Chapter One – Dermot
Dermot took a sip of his beer, relaxing into his seat. He was in the local bar with his brothers for a pre-Christmas drink. Afterwards, they would go their separate ways, each putting in long shifts to make up for their lonely Christmas.
“Here we are again. Another Christmas, and we are all still bachelors.” Declan looked at his two brothers. Trust his older brother to put a downer on the festivities, but he was right, another year had gone by and still no mate. However, there was always hope for the New Year.
“Come on, it’s not that bad. You get to spend the holidays with other sad, lonely people,” Damon said, taking a sip of his beer.
“Speak for yourselves—I love Christmas at work. Between calls, I get to spend time with all the people stuck on the wards. The nurses work hard to make it special, particularly for the kids who are in over the holidays.” Dermot grinned. “I bet I could rustle up some lonely nurses for a bit of fun.”
“I might take you up on that. I’m stuck with my crew at the fire station. And although there are the delightfully curvy figures of Kirsty and Sonia to gaze at, they are firmly off-limits. Work and relationships don’t mix,” Damon stated.
“Unless you are bonded,” Declan said evenly.
“Which we’re not,” Damon stated firmly.
Dermot began to feel their pain. He wished he could make it right for them, that he could spread a little Christmas magic and help them find their mates. But this kind of thing was down to fate, and he had no control over that.
“Let’s face it, we hate Christmas,” Declan announced. Dermot glared at his brother, and Damon shook his head. “What? We do. It reminds us of everything we haven’t got, everything that we long for.”
Talk about zapping all the fun out the holiday season! Even Dermot was beginning to lose his Christmas cheer. He had to turn it around, make them all feel positive about life. After all, Christmas only came once a year, and alone or not, he was sure going to enjoy it.
“OK. So, let’s make a toast. Or a pact. By this time next year, we will all be looking forward to our first Christmases at home with our families. It will be some other lonely bachelor’s job to keep things rolling, while we eat too much food and make love to our mates.” Dermot raised his glass.
“Sure, why not,” Damon said.
“I’m in.” Declan raised his glass, but then added, “But I still think it’s pointless. After all, we can’t change our fates just because we promise to.”
“Damn it, Declan. Lighten up. You never know what’s round the corner,” Dermot said, slapping his brother good-naturedly on the back, and then he had a thought. “And, if you haven’t found your mate by mid-summer, I’ll stick your bad-tempered bear face on one of those dating websites. I heard Marjorie in Bear Creek was thinking of starting one.”
“If you do
that, I will disown you,” Declan growled. “I don’t need help finding a woman.”
Dermot and Damon collapsed into fits of laughter. “Right, because your social diary is full of dates with women.”
“That’s through choice. I’ve gotten to an age where it seems shallow to date a woman, when you know you are never going to settle down with her because she isn’t your mate.” Declan looked as if he was going to sprout claws and swat his brothers round the head, but he reined his bear in.
Dermot wasn’t finished pushing Declan’s buttons. “See, you are a romantic at heart, and there was us thinking you were a miserable bear.”
“Listen, it’s hysterical to sit around and shoot the breeze with you guys,” Declan said sarcastically. “But some of us have got more important things to do than have their social life pulled apart.”
“Hey, just because you’ve hit a dry spell,” Dermot laughed.
“I have not hit a dry spell,” Declan ground out. “It is my choice not to date. The same as it is my choice to work at Christmas.”
“It’s also your choice to be miserable at Christmas,” Damon said.
“I am not miserable.” Declan got up, drained his beer, and then headed for the door.
“Come on, any minute now the words bah humbug! are going to come out of your mouth as you tell some kid off for being too cheerful in front of you,” Damon said.
“Bear humbug,” Dermot said in his deep, growly voice, making Damon collapse with laughter.
Declan came back towards them, placing one hand on the back of each of their chairs.
“Thank you for the beer. I am so glad that no matter how miserable I am feeling, I can always count on you two to cheer me up.” Then, with a broad grin, he ruffled both his younger brothers’ hair and growled “bah humbug” as he left the bar.
Damon wiped the tears from his eyes. “Damn it, Dermot, we need to find ourselves some women.”
“I know,” Dermot said, drinking the rest of his beer. “It’s sad that none of us have got a family. I wouldn’t even mind being an uncle at Christmas. At least I would have someone to spoil.”
“Least you have the kids at the hospital to look in on. Now, that has to be tough on a parent,” Damon said. “I don’t know how I would bear having my kid sick.”
“That reminds me,” Dermot said, “I offered to take one of the kids home. She’s been given the go-ahead to spend the next couple of days at home, and her mom doesn’t have a car. You might remember her. Sorcha. Her dad died in that pile-up a couple of months ago.”
“How could I forget? Now I feel bad moaning about the small things that are missing in our lives.”
Damon was right. All three of them had attended the accident, one of the worst they had ever seen. It sure brought home to him how lucky he was to be alive, even if he was without a mate.
Dermot stood up, stretching his arms, and then said, “See you on the other side, Damon. Maybe we can all get together after Christmas. And definitely for New Year’s.”
“You never know, Dermot. By some Christmas miracle, we might have found our mates by then.”
Dermot nodded. “That would take some Christmas magic, Damon. But a man can dream. Have a good one.”
He headed for the door, waving at Penny, who always gave him a longing look. If only, he thought. But she wasn’t for him, and Declan was right, no point leading a woman on. Not when you knew she wasn’t the one.
Chapter Two – Vicky
Vicky unlocked the door of the small cabin she was renting for the holiday season; she had come here to get away from everything. Oh, who was she kidding, she had come here to hide.
“Now, if there’s anything you need, you just ask,” Mrs. McKinley said.
Mrs. McKinley owned the cabins, which were usually used for summer holiday rentals, and Vicky had managed to get a great deal for the holidays. Everyone else would be in their own homes for Christmas, not amongst strangers in a small town where everyone else knew each other. This was why she was here, she wanted to be invisible, but Mrs. McKinley had other ideas.
“I will. And thank you again.” Vicky pushed the door open. “Oh, you lit the fire.”
“Yes, well, since you don’t seem to have brought a man with you to keep you warm on these cold Bear Bluff nights.” Mrs. McKinley had already pried into Vicky’s personal life and established she didn’t have a husband, a boyfriend, or a mate of any kind.
“The fire will be just the thing to make up for not having a man, Mrs. McKinley,” Vicky said with a smile.
“There are plenty of good men here in Bear Bluff. You never know, the fates might have brought you here for a reason, Vicky.” Mrs. McKinley nodded sagely.
Vicky felt the need to put an end to any matchmaking plans she might have. “I am not looking for a mate, or a man of any kind, but thank you anyway. Now, if you don’t mind, I would love a cup of tea and a soak in a hot bath.”
“As you like.” Mrs. McKinley turned to go, but pulled up short when the sight of flashing blue lights came into the small courtyard. There were several other cabins and Vicky wondered who was ill. But Mrs. McKinley smiled and went out to meet the ambulance, calling to Vicky, “If you want to meet a good man, then you should let me introduce you to Dermot.”
“Thanks, but I don’t need a good man,” Vicky insisted, but found herself taking a step back outside the cabin and pulling the door shut, to keep the heat in. Several other people had started to come out of their cabins now, all looking happy, waiting for the ambulance to stop. “This is a weird town.”
“Oh, no. They aren’t happy because someone is ill,” Mrs. McKinley said, reading her thoughts. “They are happy because the ambulance is bringing Sorcha home for Christmas. Wee small bairn has been on the hospital ward these last three months and the doctors have finally said she can come home for a few days. Nothing like Christmas under your own roof.”
The ambulance pulled up in front of the cabin next door to Vicky’s, giving her a strange sensation along the length of her spine. Her brain grasped hold of the sensation and clung on to it. Maybe she wasn’t a lost cause after all; maybe she could feel the same happy feelings as other people. As her friends.
It was why she had run here to Bear Bluff. Where no one could find her. She had been very careful not to leave a trail that could be followed by the one person she knew would be searching for her. As hard as it was, she didn’t want to be found. Not when she was such a useless fraud.
“Here is our Dermot,” Mrs. McKinley said. The door of the ambulance opened and a huge, broad-chested man got out. “Hello, Dermot. Oh, is there something wrong?”
Dermot had the same expression on his face as Vicky knew was on hers.
She told herself to open the cabin door, go inside, and shut it firmly behind her. Yet she couldn’t move; his eyes held hers, captured in their beautiful green web of desire. In her chest, her heart hammered so hard, she was sure they would be taking her to the hospital in the back of this ambulance, if she couldn’t calm herself down.
He can take us anywhere, the other voice in her head said.
“Oh, dears,” Mrs. McKinley said. “What did I tell you about Christmas magic?” The old lady slipped out of the way, leaving them alone.
Behind him, the ambulance doors were opening, and a voice was calling Dermot’s name, but he couldn’t move either. That told her he had another side too, a big beast of some kind, if Vicky wasn’t mistaken. Probably a bear—after all, Bear Bluff was famous for them.
“Dermot,” the voice came again.
“You should go,” Vicky said, and while she meant, to help with his patient, she also meant from here, from Vicky’s life. She was too mixed up to be good for anyone right now. Let alone her mate, at Christmas. If one thing was guaranteed, she was going to be miserable this Christmas, and she didn’t want to inflict herself on anyone else.
“I … should.” He nodded, taking a step back, but not taking his eyes off her. “Don’t move.”
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p; If she could have persuaded her feet to move, she would have run away. But no part of her would obey the screaming urge to get as far away from here as possible. Her other side was leaping up and down joyfully, frolicking in the snow. Well, at least someone has found their Christmas spirit. Yet even as she thought that, her creature stopped playing and stood mournfully, with her head down.
“Maybe he can help us,” Vicky said quietly. “Or maybe we’ll just be a let-down to him, too.” She didn’t know how he would react when he found out that his mate was about to ruin Christmas for everyone.
“Sorcha! It’s so good to see you,” Mrs. McKinley was saying, kissing the young girl who sat in a wheelchair being pushed across the courtyard, which had been cleared of snow.
“Thank you, Geena,” a woman, who Vicky guessed was Sorcha’s mom, said. “I can’t tell you how much it means to me for you to let us stay here for so long.”
“Don’t be silly now. You two need all the help you can get. Now, let’s go and get this young lady settled. You push her in here, Timothy,” Mrs. McKinley said to the other paramedic. “I think Dermot has some personal business to attend to right this minute.”
The older woman, her face bright with happiness, bustled around, organising everyone, until only Vicky and Dermot stood alone in the cold evening, the snow falling more thickly around them. Yet neither of them noticed the cold. Even the snow, beautiful as it fell to the ground, didn’t distract them. There was nothing but the two of them in that moment in time, as he walked towards her and stood staring, his eyes so full of hope, so full of love.
Vicky wanted to match those feelings, let herself drown in wonder that they had found each other at last. But she felt so unworthy of a mate, especially one so hopeful.
“Hello,” he said, and she could feel the tension in his body. This was a predator, and as she looked into his eyes, she saw there was more than hope, there was longing too. Heat pooled between her thighs: he wanted her, and she was his. He wanted to take her, to claim her as his own. So why not let him?