With Teeth (Paranormal Werebear Shifter Erotic Romance)


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Good girls don’t follow this pack.

Young, broke and living out of her car, Ursa finds herself tending bar at Sleuth , a bar with a dark secret. As the days pass, she gets deeper and deeper into the world of werebears and werewolves. When the powerful leader of the bear pack claims her, Ursa is thrown in the middle of a war between two feuding packs.

When Ursa falls into the claws of the wolves, will any of them survive?

WARNING: This 10,700+ word story contains graphic language and wild and rough pleasure between the leader of the werebears and the young woman who gets caught up in his world. Intended for MATURE AUDIENCES 18+ only!

EXCERPT: It was only my third day working when Cash walked in, flanked by three other men. The snarling bear emblazoned on the back of his leather jacket stared at me as he settled into the one large table in the middle of the bar. The table had remained vacant the last two nights, despite the crowds. I quickly realized why.

In those early days, I kept quiet and listened, trying to figure out if I’d wandered into a gang or a cult. Charlie, my boss, emerged from the back room with two cases of beer in his arms. I grabbed one and crouched down to refill the fridge. “Who’s that?” I asked softly. “The one at the big table?”

Charlie chuckled. “That’s Cash.” At my blank look he added, “He runs this place. Don’t worry though, you’re a little young for his taste. He likes them with a bit more miles under the hood.” Charlie snorted at his own joke before disappearing into the back again.

Cash had close cropped dark hair and muscles the strained the seams of his leather jacket. A faded scar circled his neck, looking like claws had nearly torn his throat open in the past, and I could see the shadows of other scars through the thin white shirt he wore. A another pale scar cut across his cheek, and instead of hurting his appearance, it added an extra edge. Life wasn’t something he was playing at, and Cash always was the one lucky enough to walk away from a fight.

The men who ran with Cash weren’t cuddly teddy bears and law-abiding citizens. They weren’t even men, though I didn’t know that back then. In those days, I was just a regular human girl who wanted to run away from the cruel word. And I ran right into a pack of werebears.

***All characters are over 18 and fictional***

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