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Laid Bear
Copyright © 2012 by Eve Vaughn
ISBN: 978-1-61921-124-7
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Laid Bear
Eve Vaughn
Too hot? She’ll have to take more than one taste to decide.
Urban Fairytales, Book 2
After devoting ten years to caring for her grandmother, Zora Calloway is ready for the next stage of her life—until a series of frightening phone calls reminds her of an abusive ex who might still have it in for her. At least she has someplace to run and a job waiting for her when she gets there.
But a near-fatal collision with a huge black bear on a dark, storm-swept road changes everything. She wakes up in a secluded cabin, confronted by her rescuer: a naked hunk in the form of Logan Lamere. An explosive attraction leads her straight into his arms… then she learns they are not alone.
Bear-shifter cousins Heath, Gavin and Logan Lamere had lost faith in finding their mate until Zora comes crashing into their lives. With one glance, they know she’s the one they’ve been waiting for.
Zora is stunned at how easily she succumbs to the temptation to stay for a short while. But the men have forever in mind—if they can persuade their Goldilocks to accept three bears as her mates. And keep her safe from a danger that blindsides them all.
Warning: Three sexy shifters, one willing woman—the bed is just right… .and so is the table… the wall… the woods… If you thought it was really all about the porridge, go to the back of the class.
Chapter One
Zora cursed her decision to veer off the main highway in favor of taking back roads. She hated sitting in traffic, and because of construction the three-lane interstate had been narrowed to one and the speed reduced to half. She’d gone five miles in an hour. With the aid of her road atlas, Zora had taken the first exit she’d come across. Big mistake. At least by now she would have been past the construction part instead of traveling through Bumfuck, Egypt.
It didn’t help that she’d drunk a sixty-four ounce cup of cola she bought at her last pit stop. Three hours ago. Her bladder was strong, but she was pushing her luck. It had been a couple hours since she’d last seen civilization or gotten a proper cell phone signal. Hoping to God she’d see a sign of the main highway soon, she grabbed her map. Zora eyed it and frowned. Nothing seemed to match up. Had she taken a wrong turn? She knew she was somewhere in Tennessee, but which part was anyone’s guess.
Zora tossed the map aside, flipped off the overhead reading light and hit the steering wheel in frustration.
“Dammit.”
Could things get any worse? Nothing had been going right for her since she’d recently buried her Nana. Selling the house and closing the little shop they’d run together had been equally crushing, but there was no way she could have stayed in Covington anyway. The town she’d considered her haven for the past ten years was no longer safe.
Now she had to start all over again with very little money to her name. The hospital bills and estate taxes had been crippling. She didn’t realize it would be such an ordeal driving from the tiny North Carolina town she’d adopted as her home to Ohio.
Zora had hoped to make it to Kentucky by nightfall and find a cheap hotel to catch some shuteye, but the sun had set a long time ago. At least Christine, as she’d dubbed her twenty-year-old, temperamental, gas-guzzling vehicle, was riding smoothly though the fuel gauge was getting dangerously close to empty. As if the car had read her thoughts, it began to
