Bearista

by Zoe Chant

  Firefighter Dragon. (Fire & Rescue Shifters # 1). A curvy archaeologist with the find of a lifetime + a firefighter dragon shifter battling his instincts + a priceless artifact coveted by a ruthless rival = one blazing hot romance!

  Firefighter Pegasus. (Fire & Rescue Shifters # 2). A curvy pilot wary of flighty men + a firefighter pegasus shifter determined to win her heart + a high speed air race with even higher stakes = one explosive romance!

  Firefighter Griffin. (Fire & Rescue Shifters # 3). A curvy single mom burned by love + a unique half-eagle, half-lion shifter firefighter with a wounded soul + the little boy who brings them together = one heart-warming romance!

  And many more!

  Zoe on Audio

  Kodiak Moment – Audiobook - A workaholic wildlife photographer + a loner bear shifter + Alaskan wilderness = one warming and sensual story.

  Hero Bear - Audiobook - A wounded Marine who lost his bear + a BBW physical therapist with a secret + a small town full of gossips = a hot and healing romance!

  If you love Zoe Chant, you’ll also love these books!

  Handcuffed to the Bear (Shifter Agents # 1), by Lauren Esker. A bear-shifter ex-mercenary and a curvy lynx shifter searching for her best friend's killer are handcuffed together and hunted in the wilderness. Can they learn to rely on each other before their pasts, and their pursuers, catch up with them? A full-length novel.

  Guard Wolf (Shifter Agents # 2), by Lauren Esker. Avery is a lone werewolf with no pack; Nicole is a social worker trying to put her life back together. When he comes to her door with a box of orphan werewolf puppies and danger in pursuit, can two lonely people find the family they've been missing? A full-length novel.

  Dragon’s Luck (Shifter Agents # 3) by Lauren Esker. Gecko shifter and infiltration expert Jen Cho teams up with sexy dragon-shifter gambler "Lucky" Lucado to win a high-stakes poker game. Now they're trapped on a cruise ship full of mobsters, mysterious enemy agents, and evil dragons! A full-length novel.

  Tiger in the Hot Zone (Shifter Agents # 4) by Lauren Esker. In her search for the truth about shifters, tell-all blogger Peri Moreland has been clashing with tiger shifter and SCB agent Noah Easton for years. Now she and Noah are on the run with an unstoppable assassin after them and a custom-made plague threatening the entire shifter world! A full-length novel.

  Laura’s Wolf (Werewolf Marines # 1), by Lia Silver. Werewolf Marine Roy Farrell, scarred in body and mind, thinks he has no future. Curvy con artist Laura Kaplan, running from danger and her own guilt, is desperate to escape her past. Together, they have all that they need to heal. A full-length novel.

  Prisoner (Werewolf Marines # 2), by Lia Silver. Werewolf Marine DJ Torres is a born rebel. Genetically engineered assassin Echo was created to be a weapon. When DJ is captured by the agency that made Echo, the two misfits find that they fit together perfectly. A full-length novel.

  Partner (Werewolf Marines # 3), by Lia Silver. DJ and Echo’s relationship grows stronger under fire… until they are confronted by a terrible choice. A full-length novel.

  Mated to the Meerkat, by Lia Silver. Jasmine Jones, a curvy tabloid reporter, meets her match in notorious paparazzi and secret meerkat Chance Marcotte. A romantic comedy novelette.

  The Right Bear's Arms, by Nora Eli. After a sizzling one night stand with bear shifter Jake, curvy Katie realizes her perfect man is everything she's tried to avoid. If they can both stop running from their pasts, they may find a destined future together. A novelette.

  And keep reading for a special preview …

  If you enjoyed this book … try Sheriff Bear by Zoe Chant!

  A small-town sheriff + a wrongly accused BBW on the run + deadly enemies and dangerous passions = a sizzling forbidden love!

  Chapter One: Axl

  It was days like this that made Sheriff Axl Tanner glad to be alive. Last night's rain had washed the world clean, and now a brilliant sun shining from a clear blue sky brought out the vivid green in the woods along the highway. He rolled down the window of his patrol car, a 4WD Chevy Tahoe, and let the warm wind blow into the cab.

  He'd spent the morning at the Sheriff's Department office in Spring Meadow, the county seat. What was intended to be a quick run in and out had turned into a few hours of hours of filling out paperwork, equipment requisitions, and incident reports, while the beautiful morning marched on outside the window without him.

  Like most bear shifters, Axl was an outdoorsy guy, the sort of guy who was happiest working with his hands and being out in the sunshine and fresh air. Unfortunately, the down side of that was letting paperwork pile up until he had to do it all at once.

  But finally he was out, waving a cheerful goodbye to Kitty, the department receptionist and dispatcher. As soon as he got out on the road, he felt his mood lift. Maybe he'd drive up to Wildcat Forks for lunch. He hadn't been to Marge's Diner in awhile.

  Keeping law and order in Pinerock County wasn't a demanding job, most of the time. Not like a bigger, more populated area would have been. The whole population of the county was in a scattering of small towns and ranches, spaced out along rural highways with big blocks of forest in between.

  It was perfect bear-shifter country. Axl's clan certainly thought so. And most people knew better than to mess with bear shifters, or with a place they called their own.

  Axl signaled and turned off the highway into downtown Wildcat Forks—well, what passed for downtown, anyway. There wasn't much to the town, just a few small businesses scattered along the two crossing highways that gave the place its name. He drove past the big new Shell complex and pulled into the tiny one-pump service station across the street to fill up the Tahoe.

  The station's one small service bay was open, the garage door cranked open to let in the breeze. Axl clearly wasn't the only one enjoying the nice weather. There was no vehicle in the service bay, so the mechanic/owner, "Big Bob" Johnson, was lounging on a chair in front of it. Although a newspaper was folded on his knee, mostly he was just watching the world go by. He lifted a hand in a laconic wave when Axl pulled in.

  "Morning, Bob," Axl said, unfolding his tall body from behind the wheel of the truck. Even the big SUV was a little cramped for a guy his size.

  "Mornin', Sheriff," the mechanic returned. "Check the oil for you, top off the wiper fluid an' that?"

  "Sure," Axl agreed. "Don't mind if you do."

  He leaned against the Chevy while Bob, at his own speed, moseyed around and poked under the hood. Axl could easily have done all of it, but it was no skin off his nose to give Bob a little business.

  A couple of women went past, walking dogs on leashes. The women waved to Axl, who waved back, and both of them smiled flirtatiously at him, which he returned with a smile that was friendly but (he hoped) not too encouraging. There was no flicker of interest from his bear.

  "Most eligible bachelor in Pinerock County," Axl's brother Alec had teased him the previous night, over dinner at the ranch they'd inherited from their dad. Alec himself was a confirmed bachelor; he swore up and down that no woman was putting a rope around this wild bear.

  Axl had shrugged. The amount of female attention he'd gotten since winning the Pinerock County sheriff's election was downright embarrassing. Big, buff, blond-haired, and handsome, Axl had never had trouble getting dates, unlike his grumpy, reclusive brother. Axl thought most of Alec's "confirmed bachelor" plan came down to basically having declared sour grapes on the whole dating business.

  But while a night out at the local bar and an even wilder night between the sheets may have satisfied Axl when he was younger, it wasn't what he wanted now. He was ready to settle down. Unfortunately his bear wasn't—or, at least, it was turning out to be the choosiest damn bear he could've been saddled with. Women all over the county might be throwing themselves at him, but his bear wasn't interested in any of them.

  Maybe you need to move to a place with more than six single women, then, dumbass.

  But he didn't want to leave Pinerock County. This place was in h
is blood. He'd been born here, and grew up in the ranch house he now shared with his brother. He knew every rock, tree, and muddy backbend of the meandering Pinerock River ... well, okay, maybe not every rock and tree, but pretty damn close. He and Alec and their cousins had tramped all over the county when they were kids, hunting and fishing, sometimes as bears and sometimes as gangly teenage boys.

  He'd always thought he'd raise his own children here. He'd looked forward to showing them his favorite fishing holes, teaching them to ride horses and to shift gears on the old farm truck.

  And it's never gonna happen if that picky bear of mine doesn't settle down and choose a mate already.

  "Where you off to?" Big Bob asked lazily, wiping the Chevy's dipstick on a greasy rag stuck through the strap of his overalls. "Got any big cases you're workin' on?"

  "Just the usual," Axl said. "A cattle thief here, some petty vandalism over there. Couple of bar fights. Right now, the most urgent thing on my agenda is lunch. I haven't had Sammie's world-famous meatloaf in awhile."

  "You meet the new waitress yet?" Bob asked. "Redhead. Real bombshell."

  Axl felt his bear stir in interest. Well, that was different.

  "Nope," he said. "Didn't know she had one. What happened to Peg?"

  "Peg quit, oh, must be couple months back now. Got married and moved over to Harville. Guess you ain't been by in awhile."

  "I'm behind on the gossip, for sure." Axl pulled out his wallet. "What do I owe you?"

  Bob shook his head. "On the house. Good to see you Tanner boys around. And you know what they say, right?"

  "What?" Axl asked.

  Bob winked and touched his nose. "Bears are good luck."

  Axl snorted and climbed into the Chevy. That old superstition.

  But it was better than most of the alternatives. Some places were a lot better for shifters than others, and Pinerock County was one of the best. Axl had heard of places where shifters were hated, feared, and even attacked.

  Here, their human neighbors were proud of the bear shifters in their midst. When Axl had run for sheriff, the normally independent and apathetic ranch-country voters had turned out in record numbers. Everyone said having a bear-shifter sheriff was the best thing that could have happened to the county.

  Axl thought it was ridiculous, but hey, if being considered good luck meant a few less drunken good ol' boys taking swings at him when he tried to break up fights at the local bars, he'd take it.

  Marge's Diner was only a couple of blocks from the gas station. He could've walked it easily, but that would've meant leaving his patrol car blocking Bob's one gas pump. Axl parked in the gravel lot, beside a pair of mud-crusted pickups and a logging truck. He left his wide-brimmed sheriff's hat on the passenger seat of the SUV, adjusted his belt, and went in.

  He hadn't been to Marge's in months, but the place hadn't changed a bit. Like it ever would. There was still the same old black-and-white linoleum that was probably older than Sammie Jo, the daughter of the original Marge, who'd taken over running the place when her ma retired to Florida; there were still the same cracked Formica countertops, the same smell of frying grease. The walls were tiled with antique license plates, most of them from the '40s and '50s, salvaged over the years from the now-defunct Wildcat Forks wrecking yard.

  The handful of customers looked up and nodded to him. Axl took his usual table near the door, and looked around for Sammie Jo.

  Instead his eye was caught by a fast-moving head of bright red hair. The hair got his attention, but once he'd seen her, he couldn't look away.

  Bob had called the new waitress a bombshell. But even that hardly did her justice. It wasn't beauty so much as a raw, smoking sex appeal. The way she filled that uniform: the generous curves of her breasts, the swell of her behind, the shapely legs showing beneath her knee-length skirt—

  As she bent over to refill a customer's coffee cup, causing the skirt to tighten across the perfect curve of her ass, Axl felt his pants getting a little tighter.

  And his bear stirred, in a way it hadn't for anyone in a long time.

  The redhead looked up, across the room, and met his eyes. She started to smile. Then her smile froze.

  Axl had frozen, too.

  Because he'd seen that face before. In fact, he'd been looking at it just this morning, while sorting through the mountains of paperwork marching relentlessly over his desk. That pretty face had been on a fax from the FBI warning local law enforcement to be on the lookout for a wanted fugitive who might be in the area.

  May be considered dangerous, the fax had read.

  While he stared at the redhead and she stared back at him—or rather, at the sheriff's uniform, probably—his bear woke up fully, stretched, and announced, Her.

  What? Axl thought.

  Her, his bear repeated. That one. Mine. Ours.

  Great. It just figured. His super-picky bear had finally found a mate ... and she was a wanted felon.

  Chapter Two: Tara

  "Good morning, and welcome to Marge's Diner! Can I start you off with a cup of coffee?"

  Good thing the morning had been slow. She'd worked all day yesterday, and got up early this morning to come back for another shift. It was part of the deal she had with Sammie. She hadn't been hired officially; her name wasn't on any paperwork anywhere. In return, she was willing to pull the kind of hours that should've had Sammie Jo Macklin hauled before the Better Business Bureau.

  It'd seemed like a win/win at first. Tara wasn't planning to stay long, just enough time to build up some cash and then go to ... well, she wasn't sure where, but she didn't dare stay in one place very long. Working sixteen hours a day, she sure did rake in the tips—at least what tips there were to rake, in a tiny town like this one.

  By this point, though, her back and hips, knees and feet were all protesting vigorously. What she wouldn't give to be able to sleep in, rather than getting up at five in the morning to help Sammie Jo open the diner.

  But it was a better place than a lot of others she could've landed in.

  She'd been hitching a ride across the state with a trucker, down to a handful of loose change in her pocket, when they stopped here for dinner. A sign in the window read "HELP WANTED". As soon as Tara stepped inside, she could see it was no joke. There were only two employees in the whole place, the short-order cook and a frazzled middle-aged waitress who turned out to be the owner.

  "I'll help out tonight, wash dishes and whatever, if you knock off the cost of dinner," Tara had offered.

  She'd made similar offers in other places. Sometimes people took her up on it; other times they looked at her like she was something they'd scraped off the bottom of their shoe. Sammie Jo Macklin was the first kind of person. All she'd asked was, "You ever do any waitressing, hon?"

  "Yep, sure have," Tara lied.

  She was pretty sure Sammie had caught on to her new waitress's lack of experience the first time Tara messed up an order—which was the first order she took. But Tara was fast and hard-working; she always had been, even if it had been a different kind of work, before all of this happened.

  At the end of the evening, when Sammie had flipped the sign on the door to CLOSED, Tara's trucker was long gone. Well, it was all right; that guy had been openly creeping on her for the last hundred miles or so. She'd just have to thumb a ride with someone else.

  Tara had collapsed in one of the booths, toed off her shoe, and began massaging her foot.

  "You did good tonight, hon," Sammie told her. "You want a job?"

  So they worked out a deal. There was a room in the back where Tara could sleep, and she'd fill in wherever Sammie needed somebody—which might be seven days a week, since Sammie currently had no help except a couple of college kids working part time on their summer break. In return, Sammie would pay her wages under the table, and she could keep all the tips she took in.

  Tara was pretty sure Sammie thought she was a battered wife, fleeing an abusive husband. Although she felt guilty about it, she'd gone
ahead and played along, never quite lying but not disabusing Sammie of her misconceptions, either. If Sammie knew the truth, she'd throw Tara out on her ear—and call the cops too.

  And she liked Sammie Jo. Sammie was a big, brassy bleach-blonde with a tough-love attitude toward the world. Sammie had been willing to give an under-the-table, illegal job to someone who she didn't know and, for all she knew, could be an escaped serial killer. It wasn't charity—she made Tara work for it. But it was a hell of a lot more than most people would have done.

  Tara wasn't sure if she could really consider herself and Sammie Jo friends, exactly. They hadn't known each other long, and most of what they did when they were together was work. But the idea of leaving saddened her.

  Story of her life, though. Until she could find a way out of her current situation, this was her new normal. No point in getting attached to people when she knew she'd have to leave them.

  "Do you want a warm-up on your coffee, sir?" she asked mechanically, shifting her weight to ease her sore feet.

  The bell hanging from the door handle jingled, just as the cook called, "Order up!" Tara ran to get the plate of eggs and ham, snatching up a menu while she was at the counter, and deposited the warm plate on the customer's table. She had to top off two more coffee cups before she had a chance to look over and see if the new customer had managed to seat himself okay, or if he was hanging around in the doorway waiting for someone to tell him where to sit.

  And then she realized the guy was a freaking cop.

  And he was looking at her.

  She stopped in her tracks, her head whirling with the most confusing mix of emotions she'd ever experienced in her life. The guy was a freaking hot cop. When his brown-green eyes met hers, a bolt of heat shot through her, straight down to her groin. His short blond hair was slightly hat-tousled, and he had exactly the kind of rugged, chiseled good looks that had always turned her head.