Honey and Her Bear — Lynn Richards

There was nothing ordinary about Honey Potts. From the tips of her Very Berry Pink toenails to the top of her curly auburn head, and every freckled mouthwatering inch of abundant skin in between, she was a force of nature that made Derek's head spin. For an experienced bear shifter like him, that could spell big trouble.

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That determination didn't stop his bear from moving the man, pushing him forward, invading her space in the confines of the small room. He had the satisfaction of watching her eyes widen as he bent closer. His bear grunted, urging him to get lost in her sweet scent and abundant curves. He didn't follow when she moved back, leaning against the wall, her arms still folded across her generous chest. He'd bet his last jar of honey peanut butter that she had no idea the action pushed the tops of her ripe flesh outside the very limited confines of her wide-necked tee-shirt. Lord, he could bury his face -- not to mention his c*** -- between those mounds and…

Grrrrr. If he didn't say what he'd come to say and beat a hasty retreat, he was going to do something he just might not regret.