Honey Pot Hollow Paperback

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.

This boxset includes four previously published Honey Pot Hollow stories plus all-new bonus content.
Bearly Sweet
Bearly Tart
Bearly Spicy
Burning Up

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

The lopsided sign hanging across the front of the bakery building tells me this is going to be painful. I push open the cloudy glass door and step into the large rundown shop. My bear wakes up and stretches under my skin as a sugary sweet honey scent reaches my nose. My fangs stretch under my gums, wanting a bite of whatever smells so delicious. I’m so caught up in the sweet fragrance that I miss the ladder directly behind the door.
“Oof.” I barely have time to catch the curvy goddess as she drops into my arms.
“What the hell are you doing on top of that ladder?” Fear causes my words to come out harsher than I’d intended. My captive’s cornflower blue eyes narrow, and I notice the effect she’s having on my body.
“Who the heck do you think you are?” She pushes futilely against my chest as I pull her sweet body closer. Her movements cause her luscious tits to jiggle, which wakes up my cock. The fucker turns to stone and aches behind my zipper, shocking the hell out of me. Only my mate should tempt me physically. I ignore the thought buzzing around my mind and concentrate on the pain holding her close is causing below. These tight jeans were a fortunate choice since I don’t want to scandalize the three human women.
My frazzled mind kicks in enough to warn me to take things slow with the gorgeous human. I let my eyes roam over her heart-shaped face, memorizing each detail. The adorable smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose calls to me, and I promise myself I’ll find the time to taste each little dot later.
Her stunning wide, bright-blue eyes are surrounded by the longest, thickest eyelashes I’ve ever seen. When she bites her bottom lip, my tongue aches to soothe the tiny ache.
My bear gives me a little kick, reminding me that I need to speak to her. “I’m your new contractor,” I blurt out the first words that come to my mind before leaning over to inhale deeply. “We have an appointment.”
I let her soothing honey scent flow through me, and two things hit me at once. The luscious curvy blonde I’m holding in my arms is my mate, and my freaking mother probably already figured that little tidbit out. I keep that little bit of information to myself since I’m pretty sure coming on too strong with a human female is a good way to end up in the doghouse.
Oh, man. I’m so fucking fucked right now. Nothing in my thirty-two years on earth has taught me how to go about wooing a human mate, and my bear is stretching under my skin, urging me to stop stalling and seal the deal with my mate.
“Please put me down.” Her smoky voice sends goosebumps skittering down my spine, and I can’t deny her anything. After setting my little mate on her feet, I step back and attempt to get my inner bear and body under control.
My eyes follow my adorable little mate as she steps back and brushes the dust off of her fitted black t-shirt. “Can we start again?” Her honeyed smile melts me from the inside out as she tells me, “My name is Mabel Sweet.”
“Thorne Bearly.” Your mate, I add silently. “You met my mother at the grocery store,” I explain uselessly and feel my bear groan.
“Your mom is so sweet.” Mabel smiles up at me, and I almost forget my own name.
Not as sweet as you, little mate. “She has her moments,” I manage to mutter past the dry spot in my throat.