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Wilder Bearly
It's true. I'm a dumb*ss.
Doing my brother a quick favor leads to the biggest shock of my life—his mate's youngest sister is my soulmate. The second Cora Sweet opens the door, I lose my heart and my mind. My mouth takes off without consulting my brain or my inner bear and I end up p*ss*ng her off.

After convincing myself I can fight this attraction, I act like an idiot and give Cora more reasons to hate my guts.

When I finally wake up and admit she owns me heart and soul, I have my work cut out for me. The youngest Sweet sister isn't ready to forgive and forget. My mate is determined to put me through the wringer and my only choice is taking my punishment like a man. After all, I'll do whatever it takes to win my sweet tart's heart and keep her forever.

Cora Sweet
Wilder Bearly is the biggest, hottest jerk I've ever met. One second he's grumbling under his breath that I'm his mate then the next second he's hauling ass in the opposite direction. I tell myself it's for the best since I'm nowhere near ready to settle down but Wilder's rejection hurts. Big time. I tell myself to forget about him and move on.

Too bad, I find it almost impossible to avoid the surly bear shifter. The more we're thrown together, the stronger the pull between us grows. But I'm not ready to give in just yet. I'm going to take great pleasure in torturing him before I cave and admit my heart belongs to the big jerk.

If you like over-the-top, growly bear shifter, curvy girl instalove with a ton of humor, and tiny amount of drama this short story is perfect for you.

The grumpy, lonely bear shifters of Honey Pot Hollow are in for a surprise when a new human-owned bakery opens in the shifter-only town.

The feisty human baker and her sisters aren't going to let the surly brothers ruin their sunny attitudes. The Sweet Sisters are going to use their considerable charms to bring Bearly Boys to their knees.

After parking behind Honey Buns, I glance around, noticing the darkened alley surrounding the bakery. This might be a relatively safe shifter town, but the security at the bakery sucks. I walk up the back stairs to the private apartment, grumbling under my breath about the lax security while making a mental note to tell Thorne he needs to fix this fucking situation before something bad happens.
My inner bear perks up as I step up to the faded oak door and knock. I sniff the air around me, smelling a sweet, delicate fragrance filling the hall. What the fuck? The hair on the back of my neck stands up as a tiny spark dances down my spine.
I raise my hand and knock on the door, ignoring the sense that something life-changing is hiding behind the scarred wood door.
“Who’s there?” Her smoky voice cuts through my soul, causing my bear to roar “Mine,” in my ear.
Ignoring the crazy motherfucker, I take a deep breath to gain control of my erratic breathing before growling, “Wilder, Thorne’s brother.”
“Is Mabel okay?” She throws the door open, and I nearly fall to my knees as I take in her perfection. I’ve met Mabel and Bethany so that only leaves Cora. My fucking mate. The universe has a perverse sense of humor.
I somehow manage to mutter, “Mabel’s fine. She’s with my brother.” Holy fuck. The stunning brunette glaring at me with her hands on her hips is all my fantasies combined into one perfect goddamn package. She’s fucking tiny, probably only five-foot-one or two, but her generous curves make up for what she’s missing in height. She steps back and turns a little, giving me a good look at her entire stunning body. Her shiny caramel-colored hair hangs straight down her back, nearly reaching her luscious ass. Visions of me gripping the long locks while fucking her from behind run through my mind, causing my cock to turn to stone in my jeans. Thank God for the stiff denim camouflaging some of the evidence of my arousal.
The intense hunger assaulting my senses loosens my lips. “This is not fucking happening to me,” I mutter before I’m able to think about the huge fucking mistake I’m about to make. My bear senses the train heading straight for me, but my human side ignores him and keeps right on speeding down the fucking with fate track. “I won’t let it. I’m too young to get tied down for the rest of my life.”
Her stunning aqua-blue eyes narrow as a bright red stain moves up her graceful neck and over her peachy cheeks. “Don’t worry, Fozzie. No one here wants to be tied to you, either.”
What the fuck? Did my mate just call me Fozzie? It looks like Cora Sweet is my mate, whether I’m ready or not. Too bad this fucking thought occurred to me immediately after I insulted her and made a total ass out of myself.
“Is that all you wanted?” Her sassy inquiry causes my bear to shake his head at my stupidity. “I’m kinda busy.”
“Thorne wanted me to tell you that Mabel will call you later.” Fuck me. I sound like a brainless moron.
“Great.” She slams the door in my face before I’m able to get my fried brain circuits firing again. Shit. I just insulted my mate. My inner bear roars every obscenity in the book at me for my stupid behavior.
I ignore the fucker and turn to head back to my truck. During the drive to Rodin Ridge, I manage to convince my human side that this is all for the best, but my inner bear vehemently disagrees.