Bear in the Rough: Bear Shifter Romance (Broken Hill Bears Book 1) by Ariana Hawkes
Authors: Ariana Hawkes
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anything that doesn’t come out of a packet or a can probably tastes delicious right now,” Marin said, as she completely cleared a plate of a t-bone steak, baked potato and fries.
“Shall we have dessert?” Eloise asked cautiously.
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” Freya said. “We’ve earned this, ladies. Seriously, I just want to say how proud I am of all of us. The first part has gone way better than I expected.”
“Even though I take up half of your tent every other night?” Eloise asked.
“Hey, I’m getting used to it. You’re like a thermal blanket. I even miss you when you’re not there,” she replied, squeezing Eloise’s shoulders. Eloise giggled.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m kind of enjoying the trek. It’s been really cool to spend all this time with you girls. And I am pretty proud of myself for not giving up.”
“Cheers to that,” Marin said, holding her glass of wine aloft, and they all clinked glasses. “And are we ready for the next 2,000-or-so miles?”
“Hell yeah!” they said in unison.
When they got back to their room at the motel, Eloise and Marin immediately settled on the beds and put the TV on, but Freya was feeling restless. As tired as her body was, she felt like her mind needed some stimulation. She kept thinking about the wrestling. It wasn’t WWF. The fighters were the fabled shape shifters. She’d never seen them before, but she’d always had a kind of horrified fascination toward them, as most humans did. Suddenly, she made a decision.
“Ladies, are you sure you don’t want to see the wrestlers tonight? They’re shape shifters.” Marin shuddered.
“Ugh, no thanks. The thought of them scares me so much.”
“Same,” Eloise said, from the comfort of her bed.
“I think I’ll go,” Freya said, and no sooner had she decided than she was rummaging through her clothes for an outfit that looked half decent. She changed quickly into a black tank top and blue shorts and said goodnight to the girls.
The two girls she’d spoken to earlier gave her a ride to the venue, and half an hour later, she was standing in front of a sport stadium, fizzing with excitement.
“How many?” demanded the guy in the ticket booth.
“Just one,” she said. He looked her up and down.
“I’ve got a single seat left ringside. It can get pretty heavy down there. If there’s any bloodshed, you’ll see it real close up. Do you want it?” Freya thought for a minute. She was here now, about to see the most feared species on the planet fighting. Why not get up close and personal?
“Yes,” she said.
An usher led her through a tunnel and along a passageway, right up to the seats surrounding the wrestling ring. As she took her seat between two burly men, the smell of the place hit her. It was intense and musky, and kind of exciting. She had a perfect view of the ring. It was just like the wrestling rings she’d seen on TV – blue mat flooring and red and white ropes. She thought of the violence that must have taken place inside of those ropes and she gave a little shudder. The ring was separated from the seating area by a very tall sheet of glass, with what looked like an electric fence on top. For that, she was relieved.
It was very loud in the venue, excited voices struggling to make themselves heard above each other. But when the music introducing the beginning of the match began, the noise was on a whole other level. The audience cheered and clapped and whooped. There was a huge screen at one side of the venue, displaying a close-up view of the ring. The cameras were focusing on a small box located on the outside of the glass, where the compère was introducing the fighters.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special fight for you tonight! As those of you who saw his brother’s last fight might be aware, Xander the Great is back! He’s been away for five years. None of us know where, but we can only assume that he spent a lot of time kicking
“Shall we have dessert?” Eloise asked cautiously.
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” Freya said. “We’ve earned this, ladies. Seriously, I just want to say how proud I am of all of us. The first part has gone way better than I expected.”
“Even though I take up half of your tent every other night?” Eloise asked.
“Hey, I’m getting used to it. You’re like a thermal blanket. I even miss you when you’re not there,” she replied, squeezing Eloise’s shoulders. Eloise giggled.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m kind of enjoying the trek. It’s been really cool to spend all this time with you girls. And I am pretty proud of myself for not giving up.”
“Cheers to that,” Marin said, holding her glass of wine aloft, and they all clinked glasses. “And are we ready for the next 2,000-or-so miles?”
“Hell yeah!” they said in unison.
When they got back to their room at the motel, Eloise and Marin immediately settled on the beds and put the TV on, but Freya was feeling restless. As tired as her body was, she felt like her mind needed some stimulation. She kept thinking about the wrestling. It wasn’t WWF. The fighters were the fabled shape shifters. She’d never seen them before, but she’d always had a kind of horrified fascination toward them, as most humans did. Suddenly, she made a decision.
“Ladies, are you sure you don’t want to see the wrestlers tonight? They’re shape shifters.” Marin shuddered.
“Ugh, no thanks. The thought of them scares me so much.”
“Same,” Eloise said, from the comfort of her bed.
“I think I’ll go,” Freya said, and no sooner had she decided than she was rummaging through her clothes for an outfit that looked half decent. She changed quickly into a black tank top and blue shorts and said goodnight to the girls.
The two girls she’d spoken to earlier gave her a ride to the venue, and half an hour later, she was standing in front of a sport stadium, fizzing with excitement.
“How many?” demanded the guy in the ticket booth.
“Just one,” she said. He looked her up and down.
“I’ve got a single seat left ringside. It can get pretty heavy down there. If there’s any bloodshed, you’ll see it real close up. Do you want it?” Freya thought for a minute. She was here now, about to see the most feared species on the planet fighting. Why not get up close and personal?
“Yes,” she said.
An usher led her through a tunnel and along a passageway, right up to the seats surrounding the wrestling ring. As she took her seat between two burly men, the smell of the place hit her. It was intense and musky, and kind of exciting. She had a perfect view of the ring. It was just like the wrestling rings she’d seen on TV – blue mat flooring and red and white ropes. She thought of the violence that must have taken place inside of those ropes and she gave a little shudder. The ring was separated from the seating area by a very tall sheet of glass, with what looked like an electric fence on top. For that, she was relieved.
It was very loud in the venue, excited voices struggling to make themselves heard above each other. But when the music introducing the beginning of the match began, the noise was on a whole other level. The audience cheered and clapped and whooped. There was a huge screen at one side of the venue, displaying a close-up view of the ring. The cameras were focusing on a small box located on the outside of the glass, where the compère was introducing the fighters.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special fight for you tonight! As those of you who saw his brother’s last fight might be aware, Xander the Great is back! He’s been away for five years. None of us know where, but we can only assume that he spent a lot of time kicking
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