A Slice of Honeybear Pie (BWWM Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearfield Book 1) by Jacqueline Sweet, Eva Wilder
Authors: Jacqueline Sweet, Eva Wilder
Tags: paranormal romance
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and sobbing, but she was just mad. She’d done so much for Harker, and now he was going to do something for her. He was going to lose.
What did she know about sharks? She knew the obvious things—fish, flippers, total a-holes, not as cool as dolphins, the movie Jaws —but none of it seemed useful. She couldn’t exactly find a Sheriff Brody in the kitchen to help her out. She couldn’t stuff an air tank or whatever down Harker’s throat and then blow it up. She didn’t know if that’d work, anyway. Harker’s eyes rolled over white as he launched himself at Matt, knocking the big man across the room, landing on top of the bear and snapping at his face.
Smell. Sharks used smell to hunt. They couldn’t use their eyes, cause they did the creepy doll eyes flip-over-white thing. So they used scent to hunt. Mina dashed around the redwood counter, and rifled through Matt’s cupboards. As a chef, when she was in a kitchen she always paid attention to where things were. It was second nature, she didn’t even realize she was doing it. First she grabbed a large empty jar. Then she went to the spices, fishing out the cayenne and chili powder and especially the mace. She dumped all of it into the jar held her hand over the top, and then raced across the room to where Harker had Matt trapped in a corner. Matt was on his feet again, but had nowhere to move. He couldn’t even get a proper swipe in he was so boxed in by the room’s corner. Harker gnashed his teeth and chomped forward blindingly fast, again and again, getting nothing more than a mouthful of fur.
Matt couldn’t hold out much longer.
Mina ran up to Harker.
Matt saw her and shifted back to human form in the blink of an eye. “Mina, no!” Matt yelled, his eyes wide with panic.
Harker turned to face her, his massive shark head darting forward reflexively to take a bite out of her.
Time slowed down. Matt jumped at Harker to tackle the shifter. Harker slid through the air, eyes white, his jaws full of hundreds of triangular teeth stretching wide enough to swallow Mina whole. And Mina took her hand off the jar and tossed the spicy contents straight into the shark’s wide nostrils.
The effect was instantaneous. One moment there was a shark man about to devour Mina and the next Harker was rolling around on the ground, in human form, clawing at his face and screeching like a demon. Every cook at some point gets a little cayenne in her eyes, a little chili power in her nose. At the culinary academy, it was a standard prank to have the new students sniff unlabeled spices to identify them and you never forgot what it was like to get a nose full of fresh powdered mace.
Matt shifted again, the bear taking the place of the man one more. He swiped with one giant paw and Harker stopped screeching and kicking. The shark’s body was still.
It was over.
Mina threw herself on the big fuzzy bear and sobbed with relief. It was over. It was finally over. No more running. No more living in fear of Harker. No more bending herself to his will and dieting and playing along out of the misguided notion that he was the best she could hope for.
The fur under her cheek shifted and suddenly she found herself cradled in the airs of a very sweaty, very hot, very naked Matt. He kissed the top of her head and held onto her for as long as he could.
Chapter 6
Bearly Begun
While Matt swept up broken glass and bullets and shattered furniture from around the house, Mina busied herself in the kitchen. She'd promised the man a pie and Mina took her promises very seriously, especially when it came to baking.
The big insanely handsome man had calls to make before they cold relax and it was either bake, get in the way, or hide in a corner or fret. So of course it was honeybear pie time. Mina made the crust first. It wasn't her best effort, but she also didn't want to spend all day on it. She made the easiest crust she knew and placed the ball of dough, wrapped in plastic
What did she know about sharks? She knew the obvious things—fish, flippers, total a-holes, not as cool as dolphins, the movie Jaws —but none of it seemed useful. She couldn’t exactly find a Sheriff Brody in the kitchen to help her out. She couldn’t stuff an air tank or whatever down Harker’s throat and then blow it up. She didn’t know if that’d work, anyway. Harker’s eyes rolled over white as he launched himself at Matt, knocking the big man across the room, landing on top of the bear and snapping at his face.
Smell. Sharks used smell to hunt. They couldn’t use their eyes, cause they did the creepy doll eyes flip-over-white thing. So they used scent to hunt. Mina dashed around the redwood counter, and rifled through Matt’s cupboards. As a chef, when she was in a kitchen she always paid attention to where things were. It was second nature, she didn’t even realize she was doing it. First she grabbed a large empty jar. Then she went to the spices, fishing out the cayenne and chili powder and especially the mace. She dumped all of it into the jar held her hand over the top, and then raced across the room to where Harker had Matt trapped in a corner. Matt was on his feet again, but had nowhere to move. He couldn’t even get a proper swipe in he was so boxed in by the room’s corner. Harker gnashed his teeth and chomped forward blindingly fast, again and again, getting nothing more than a mouthful of fur.
Matt couldn’t hold out much longer.
Mina ran up to Harker.
Matt saw her and shifted back to human form in the blink of an eye. “Mina, no!” Matt yelled, his eyes wide with panic.
Harker turned to face her, his massive shark head darting forward reflexively to take a bite out of her.
Time slowed down. Matt jumped at Harker to tackle the shifter. Harker slid through the air, eyes white, his jaws full of hundreds of triangular teeth stretching wide enough to swallow Mina whole. And Mina took her hand off the jar and tossed the spicy contents straight into the shark’s wide nostrils.
The effect was instantaneous. One moment there was a shark man about to devour Mina and the next Harker was rolling around on the ground, in human form, clawing at his face and screeching like a demon. Every cook at some point gets a little cayenne in her eyes, a little chili power in her nose. At the culinary academy, it was a standard prank to have the new students sniff unlabeled spices to identify them and you never forgot what it was like to get a nose full of fresh powdered mace.
Matt shifted again, the bear taking the place of the man one more. He swiped with one giant paw and Harker stopped screeching and kicking. The shark’s body was still.
It was over.
Mina threw herself on the big fuzzy bear and sobbed with relief. It was over. It was finally over. No more running. No more living in fear of Harker. No more bending herself to his will and dieting and playing along out of the misguided notion that he was the best she could hope for.
The fur under her cheek shifted and suddenly she found herself cradled in the airs of a very sweaty, very hot, very naked Matt. He kissed the top of her head and held onto her for as long as he could.
Chapter 6
Bearly Begun
While Matt swept up broken glass and bullets and shattered furniture from around the house, Mina busied herself in the kitchen. She'd promised the man a pie and Mina took her promises very seriously, especially when it came to baking.
The big insanely handsome man had calls to make before they cold relax and it was either bake, get in the way, or hide in a corner or fret. So of course it was honeybear pie time. Mina made the crust first. It wasn't her best effort, but she also didn't want to spend all day on it. She made the easiest crust she knew and placed the ball of dough, wrapped in plastic
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