HOUSE OF
BEARS
A REVERSE HAREM PARANORMAL ROMANCE
SAMANTHA SNOW
& AMY STAR
Copyright ©2020 by Samantha Snow & Amy Star
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About This Book
From struggling to even find a match on Tinder to suddenly being desired by four muscle-bound werebears. Life just got very interesting for Holly Smart…
So it all began when I inherited a house in Oregon from a grandmother I barely knew. This was strange enough on its own.
But little did I know the house came bundled with a bunch of hunky men who not only refused to leave but insisted I live with them.
Oh, and they were all shapeshifting WereBears!
They said, it was my “destiny” to bear a child with one of them and bring everlasting peace to all of the bear clans in the world.
Sounds crazy right?
Yet here I am agreeing to it as there is something about these men that is just drawing me in.
Anyway, strap yourself in as this is where one hell of a freakin’ story begins…
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER ONE - Holly
Holly Robin Smart did not like rain.
In fact, she hated it. Why else would she have spent the last two years hiding out in Southern California where seasons didn’t exist? Most of her family was still in Louisiana. It rained all the time there, though most people wouldn’t think so. It was the worst kind of rain. It came in quick, violent bursts immediately followed by blinding sunshine. It was like living in a sauna.
Holly took a gap year when she had graduated high school two years ago. The very first thing she did was pack everything into her car and drive to L.A. The moment she had arrived, she fell in love with the city.
Her gap year turned into a second gap year. She told her parents she was testing out different fields so she could settle on one she really loved before shelling out tens of thousands of dollars for tuition. The truth was, Holly had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. She had a job she enjoyed working as a secretary for a B-list celebrity agent.
Her parents didn’t think her job would put her on a reliable career path. They’d pestered her and pestered her and pestered her until she finally agreed to register for a few classes. Holly had chosen an affordable college that offered everything online, allowing her to prioritize her job.
She’d chosen anthropology for her major because it had the smallest of requirements, but to her surprise, she was actually really enjoying it. Learning about different cultures was fascinating but not fascinating enough to make her prioritize her studies over her job. She was finally starting to earn some respect from her boss.
This week, her boss was having her organize a huge networking event to pick up new clients. Holly was so excited and grateful for the opportunity. It could potentially open so many doors for her.
Then, she’d gotten the letter.
She could feel it burning a hole in her handbag in the passenger seat of her car. It was that damn letter’s fault she was driving in the rain right now. She hadn’t stopped since she had left her motel four hours ago. Gas was running low. She’d have to find a station soon.
Holly couldn’t remember the last building she saw. She’d been on this same, stupid, two-lane road for most of her drive. Nothing but thick, green-gray trees on either side of her, as far as she could tell.
She cursed the letter again. She couldn’t curse the person who wrote it. It wasn’t polite to curse the dead.
The letter was dated the day before her grandmother Pearl died. The thought made a chill run up and down her spine. As the road in front of her grew hazier with rain and fog, she pictured the spidery handwriting of the letter.
My darling granddaughter,
I bet you don’t remember me. I should’ve made more of an effort to be in your life. I apologize for not doing better. Someday soon, you’ll understand why it had to be that way—
Two blinding headlights appeared out of nowhere. Holly couldn’t see the yellow lane divider or either side of the road anymore. The beams leaked into the fog, making everything blurry and otherworldly.
Panicked, Holly clenched the wheel. The oncoming driver looked way too close to the middle of the road. She swerved and immediately skidded on the slick road. She tried to jerk the wheel in the opposite direction, but she’d lost traction completely. With nothing else to do, she slammed on the brakes. Her scream drowned out the sound of the screeching brakes.
The car stopped suddenly. Holly realized that she’d skidded into a tree. She dented her front bumper. White steam poured out from under the hood.
“Fuck!” She slammed her hands on the steering wheel. Her horn made half-hearted beeps with every impact. “Fuck! Fuck!
