A Wife For The Bear: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Bear Brides Book 3) by Natalie Kristen Page B
Authors: Natalie Kristen
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gun at her. His thin lips curved in a sneer as he traced the long,
jagged scars on his face. Lisha spat out the taste of ashes on her
tongue. Her dad had scarred Mack, but she wished he had maimed and
blinded the brute instead. An eye for an eye. There was a certain
savage beauty in that kind of justice.
Lisha glanced around. The
road in front of the library was largely devoid of traffic, so very
few cars zoomed by. The library was tucked away in a quiet little
nook at the edge of town. It was a safe, peaceful place. Until now.
Those flat gray eyes took aim
once more.
“Oh, there you are,
Lisha! We were looking...”
The door of the library burst
open, and Edith and Daisy, two of the Book Babes, came trotting
happily towards her.
“Get down!”
Lisha yelled. She flew up the steps and threw herself at them.
“What on earth…oh,
lordie!” they exclaimed as Lisha shielded them with her body.
Another silver bullet whizzed past. Edith's handbag clattered to the
ground and vomited the colorful contents of its stomach all over the
library steps.
“A shooter!”
Daisy gasped. “Oh, the audacity! He's just shooting at us in
broad daylight. I'll teach him a lesson. Shooting at nice old
ladies, hmph! Let me at him.”
“Daisy! Don't…!”
Lisha tried to pull her back, but Daisy had wriggled free from the
heap. In a blink, Daisy dropped on all fours and shifted to a hyena.
Lisha gaped at the sprightly,
spunky werehyena. She should have guessed that some of the Book
Babes were shifters. Daisy had a high-pitched, infectious laugh, and
the rest of the Book Babes were always shushing her and telling her
not to laugh like a hyena. Well, of course she would laugh like one.
She was one.
Lisha twisted round and saw
that Mack had his gun trained on Daisy. Lisha made a strangled sound
at the back of her throat. She doubted that Daisy would be faster
than a speeding silver bullet.
Wrath and pain boiled over in
Lisha's chest. She had watched her father die. She would not stand
and watch an innocent, sweet, elderly werehyena be pumped full of
silver bullets.
She wouldn't let anyone harm
a hair on these sweet, kind women. She had been lying low all this
time, keeping out of trouble. But now trouble had come looking for
her. And these lovely Book Babes were caught in the cross hairs of a
cold-blooded killer.
In a flash, Lisha pushed
herself up and ran straight at Mack. His cruel, pale eyes flicked to
her but his gun was still aimed at Daisy. He smiled as his finger
tightened on the trigger. Too late.
He wanted her to watch Daisy
die. And then to die a second later with the knowledge that Daisy's
blood was on her hands.
Lisha roared. No!
Just for a breath, her vision
blurred before sharpening acutely. There was a spasm of searing,
screaming pain as all her nerves pulsed and contracted before
exploding in a wave of molten heat. Lisha felt her body contort and
jerk in mid-air as she flew towards Mack.
Despite the shocking
sensations wracking her body, Lisha kept her eyes on Mack, zeroing in
on her target. She had to keep going. She had to reach him, before
he shot Daisy. Straining and stretching, Lisha aimed for that
murderous hand with the gun.
Everything seemed to be
happening in slow motion, but in the space of a few heartbeats, Lisha
had reached Mack.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
A roar exploded and long,
razor sharp teeth clamped down on Mack's wrist. Lisha saw her own
reflection in Mack's wide, shocked eyes.
Her tiger had emerged at the
scent of its enemy. She had shifted, for the very first time.
She was a weretiger, and not
just any tiger.
She was a rare white tiger,
just like her dad.
Lisha tasted blood in her
mouth and she bit down harder. Mack shouted and a shot went off.
There was a cry and Lisha whirled round to see Daisy crumple to the
ground and shift back to human. Daisy was clutching her leg, a
silver bullet lodged in her thigh. Edith ran to her and began to
call for help.
“You bastard!”
Daisy shook her
gun at her. His thin lips curved in a sneer as he traced the long,
jagged scars on his face. Lisha spat out the taste of ashes on her
tongue. Her dad had scarred Mack, but she wished he had maimed and
blinded the brute instead. An eye for an eye. There was a certain
savage beauty in that kind of justice.
Lisha glanced around. The
road in front of the library was largely devoid of traffic, so very
few cars zoomed by. The library was tucked away in a quiet little
nook at the edge of town. It was a safe, peaceful place. Until now.
Those flat gray eyes took aim
once more.
“Oh, there you are,
Lisha! We were looking...”
The door of the library burst
open, and Edith and Daisy, two of the Book Babes, came trotting
happily towards her.
“Get down!”
Lisha yelled. She flew up the steps and threw herself at them.
“What on earth…oh,
lordie!” they exclaimed as Lisha shielded them with her body.
Another silver bullet whizzed past. Edith's handbag clattered to the
ground and vomited the colorful contents of its stomach all over the
library steps.
“A shooter!”
Daisy gasped. “Oh, the audacity! He's just shooting at us in
broad daylight. I'll teach him a lesson. Shooting at nice old
ladies, hmph! Let me at him.”
“Daisy! Don't…!”
Lisha tried to pull her back, but Daisy had wriggled free from the
heap. In a blink, Daisy dropped on all fours and shifted to a hyena.
Lisha gaped at the sprightly,
spunky werehyena. She should have guessed that some of the Book
Babes were shifters. Daisy had a high-pitched, infectious laugh, and
the rest of the Book Babes were always shushing her and telling her
not to laugh like a hyena. Well, of course she would laugh like one.
She was one.
Lisha twisted round and saw
that Mack had his gun trained on Daisy. Lisha made a strangled sound
at the back of her throat. She doubted that Daisy would be faster
than a speeding silver bullet.
Wrath and pain boiled over in
Lisha's chest. She had watched her father die. She would not stand
and watch an innocent, sweet, elderly werehyena be pumped full of
silver bullets.
She wouldn't let anyone harm
a hair on these sweet, kind women. She had been lying low all this
time, keeping out of trouble. But now trouble had come looking for
her. And these lovely Book Babes were caught in the cross hairs of a
cold-blooded killer.
In a flash, Lisha pushed
herself up and ran straight at Mack. His cruel, pale eyes flicked to
her but his gun was still aimed at Daisy. He smiled as his finger
tightened on the trigger. Too late.
He wanted her to watch Daisy
die. And then to die a second later with the knowledge that Daisy's
blood was on her hands.
Lisha roared. No!
Just for a breath, her vision
blurred before sharpening acutely. There was a spasm of searing,
screaming pain as all her nerves pulsed and contracted before
exploding in a wave of molten heat. Lisha felt her body contort and
jerk in mid-air as she flew towards Mack.
Despite the shocking
sensations wracking her body, Lisha kept her eyes on Mack, zeroing in
on her target. She had to keep going. She had to reach him, before
he shot Daisy. Straining and stretching, Lisha aimed for that
murderous hand with the gun.
Everything seemed to be
happening in slow motion, but in the space of a few heartbeats, Lisha
had reached Mack.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
A roar exploded and long,
razor sharp teeth clamped down on Mack's wrist. Lisha saw her own
reflection in Mack's wide, shocked eyes.
Her tiger had emerged at the
scent of its enemy. She had shifted, for the very first time.
She was a weretiger, and not
just any tiger.
She was a rare white tiger,
just like her dad.
Lisha tasted blood in her
mouth and she bit down harder. Mack shouted and a shot went off.
There was a cry and Lisha whirled round to see Daisy crumple to the
ground and shift back to human. Daisy was clutching her leg, a
silver bullet lodged in her thigh. Edith ran to her and began to
call for help.
“You bastard!”
Daisy shook her
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