A Taste of Honeybear Wine (BBW Bear Shifter Standalone Romance Novel) (Bearfield Book 2)

by Jacqueline Sweet

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  Author’s Note

  I’d like to thank Astrid, for telling me all about musk sage while on a nature walk and convincing me to pluck one of the flowers and sip the nectar from the stem. It really is delicious. And Riley, for telling me all about practical botany, brewing mead, and everything else ever. All of my brewing knowledge (most of which was cut from this book) comes from Mark, who won’t shut up about it, but we love him anyways.

  The Honeybear wine is loosely based on the San Francisco Mead Company’s apple pie mead, which is just the sweetest, richest, lushest mead I have ever tasted. All of their meads are worth tasting, but the apple pie mead is one I ended up falling in lust with.

  I’m deeply indebted to my beta readers, my incredible editor, my fellow authors who encouraged me to continue the Bearfield story, and especially all of you amazing readers. I literally couldn’t do this without you.

  Thank you,

  Jacqueline Sweet

  The Good People of Bearfield

  Michael Morrissey — a bear, junk shop owner, wrecker driver, treasure hunter, and youngest of the Morrissey Brothers

  Alison Meadows — botanist with a heart of gold, sneakier than she looks, inheritor of Old Man Jackson’s estate

  Matt Morrissey — a bear, attorney, sugar aficionado, engaged to . . .

  Mina Brooks — baker, force of nature (not literally), Matt’s fated mate

  Marcus Morrissey — a bear, the Alpha of Bearfield, owns a construction firm, perpetually grumpy, oldest of the Morrissey Brothers

  Sebastian Morrissey — Marcus’ human son, a good lad, keeps to himself

  Major Joe — Postman

  Marcie Jackson — Busybody

  Shawna Killdeer — Prophet, Pet Store Owner

  Sheriff Pete — Bearfield’s only law enforcement, would rather be napping

  Jolene — 911 operator, police administrator, basically runs half the town

  Jack Harper—hardware store owner, raven hater.

  Maggie Mayhew—married to Jack Harper, head of the Ladies Quilting Society, Arctolatrist

  Augusta Brown—Publisher and editor and lone employee of the Bearfield Gazette

  Craig Vander — teacher, librarian, philosopher, loves to talk

  Old Man Jackson — recently deceased, Alison’s grandfather, hermit, maybe a wizard?

  Those Assholes Over In Rook’s Roost

  Jack Sable — French-Canadian Raven Sorcerer, total jerk

  The Raven Queen — Coldly beautiful, cooly intelligent, icy to strangers, with a fiery temper and a penchant for tricky contracts

  Other People of Import

  Mrs. Meadows — Alison’s terrifying mother, antique store owner, self-made woman, collects grudges like they were Pokemon

  Celia Brooks — Mina’s mother, doesn’t understand why anyone would choose to live in a place that wasn’t Chicago

  Cal Morrissey — Nephew to the Morrissey Brothers, wants to eat all the pie

  Arnold Pimsler — Poppy Valley attorney, Matt’s legal nemesis

  Excerpt: Taken By My Shifter Billionaire Stepbrother And His Motorcycle Club (Of Vampires) (Soraya Surreal - Book One)

  By Jacqueline Sweet & Stikki Minaj

  Growing up in a house full of sisters, it can be hard to get noticed. If you’re not the tall one, the smart one, the beautiful one, or the conjoined ones, you get lost in the shuffle.

  My name is Soraya Surreal, but you can call me the slutty one.

  My problems started last month, when my mom got remarried for like the seventh time. Something about being a witch seemed to both attract men by the drove and send them screaming for the hills a year later. All of the potions and nakedness and magic must seem pretty sexy until you have to live with it every day of your life. My dad lasted longer than most, but even he could only take so much crazy.

  Some of my sisters shun the supernatural but me, I prefer to embrace it. I like to wrap my arms and legs around the supernatural and just let it fill me up.

  The wedding was a nice affair. Midnight ceremony, in a clearing in the woods on family land. The groom’s side wore tuxes and tidy dresses. The bride’s side wore snakeskin, leather, latex or nothing at all. I didn’t go sky-clad, like mom, but I didn’t exactly wear much. And as the seventh daughter, it was my turn to be the maiden of honor. Other girls might be embarrassed to be standing next to their naked mom at her own wedding, but you get used to it. And anyway, I had a pretty big distraction.

  Standing across from me, bigger than life and twice as hunky, was Duke Grant. He was the best man, the best-looking man, and my new stepbrother. I knew he was trouble the moment I saw him. The guy was a giant, easily six and half feet tall, with a muscular build like he spent every waking minute at the gym. He and his father together ran an impossibly lucrative herbal supplement business, which is how my mom met his dad. Apparently when you bulk order newt eyes and rapunzel weed, you attract attention.

  Duke grinned at me through the ceremony, like he knew exactly how my pussy would taste. I couldn’t stop undressing him with my eyes. His tux was too tight in all the right places, especially the pants-type places. He had a bulge in his trousers like he was smuggling in his own salami for the reception. And by the look in his eyes, he knew exactly how much I wanted to be on the receiving end of his meat.

  What? I told you I was the slutty one.

  I didn’t even hear the vows, or when the sky priest asked who was representing the bride’s side. Or when they asked for the rings. I was lost in the man. Little did I know, until after the ceremony, that Duke Grant was lost in me, too. We didn’t even make it out of the grove of oak trees before he had me in his arms, tearing off my latex pants with his clawed fingers and stuffing me achingly full of his hot shifter sausage.

  Did I mention he was a shifter? He was a shifter. His dad wasn’t, but his late mother had been a werewolf. Duke spent the whole ceremony breathing in my arousal, smelling every dirty thought I had about him on my skin. I guess a bunch of the groom’s side at the wedding were shifters or shifter-kin and got a bit worked up being around us Surreal women. We’re a highly sexed bunch, us Surreals. It ended up being one of those everyone-gets-laid weddings, like in the old days. Lots of procreating going on that night. Anyway, Duke knew how I felt about him and I knew how he felt about me. The fact that we were becoming siblings missed us until after the ceremony. Well, until after our personal skin-on-skin ceremony. There was no way I could think at all until after I had him in me. Something about shifters and their animal magnetism, it drove me crazy.

  “Soraya,” he growled as he held me close, his enormous cock still half inside me. “That’s a lovely name.”

  “So is Duke,” I said, squeezing myself around him and savoring the moan I elicited from deep within his chest.

  “That’s not my given name, it’s more my rank. Or my position.” He stroked my hair as I stroked his cock with the slick walls of my pussy, milking every lingering drop from him.

  “What? You’re royalty?” I giggled. I knew werewolves had some sort of structure to their tribes, but whenever someone tried to explain past alpha I fell asleep.

  “No, it’s hard to explain,” he gasped as my fluttering pussy worked him to full hardness again.

  “Something’s hard all right.”

  Duke flipped me over and took me from behind, his thick cock dragging so many juicy orgasms out of me I lost count. When he was done he spent himself deep inside me. I couldn’t come close to taking it all and his hot juices dribbled slowly, like a popsicle in summer, down my quivering thighs.

  “Can I see you again?” he murmured into my shoulder.

  “Call me sister,” I said.

  “What?”

  “When
you fuck me next time, call me sister. Don’t say my name, don’t use any of those delightfully dirty words you mutter under your breath like fuckdoll or whatever. Just call me sister. I want to see how perverse it feels.”

  “My father warned me about you.”

  “About me in particular?” I reached between my legs, to feel where he was still inside me. I never wanted him to leave me unstuffed again. I grabbed his balls and held them, squeezing rhythmically. It was a trick mom taught us, for getting seed out of animals. It was useful in certain love potions.

  His breath quickened at my touch. “Moon’s blood, girl, how much can you take?”

  “Were you warned about me?” My voice was a bit more pointed this time. There is a definite strain of megabitch that runs in my family. I tried to control it, but like a shifter I had to let it out sometimes.

  “Not you in particular, just about all of you girls. My father said you were real man-eaters.” His cock swelled for the third time that evening. I could feel the blood rushing in, filling up those delightful fleshy chambers, turning his cock to stone again.

  “That’s just a rumor. We never actually ate that census taker.” I moaned as he rolled me over, cock still inside, and took me again with my legs high in the air. The third time lasted longer, was sweeter, like we had some real connection building between us. But he lived in St. Louis and I, well, I still lived with mom.

  “I want to see you again,” I whispered in his ear as he pumped into me, his breath ragged and raging. “I want to fuck you again.”

  “Yes,” he growled. “Yes.”

  He howled my name as he came, his hands becoming talons that sank into the ground. He pounded me hard then, finally completely letting go, taking me like an animal against the soft ground. I love it when shifters really go to town. They fuck like no one else, but only when they stop holding back so much.

  “I’ll be back in the area in a month,” he said later, when we were fishing our clothes from the bushes and trees.

  “Business or pleasure?” I kept getting distracted form getting dressed by the magnificent sight of his muscled torso limned in the moonlight. My body ached from the sex, but I wondered if I could take a fourth round.

  “Business, but I was hoping to squeeze a bit of pleasure, too.” He grinned at me, almost boyish in his joy. It was so goddamn sexy that I fucked him again, aching body be damned.

  We never did get to the reception.

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  Excerpt: The Alpha Contract

  By Eva Wilder & Nora McKenna

  “I don't want to do this and have you think less of me. Like I'm not competent so I'm using this as a way to sleep to the top.”

  Thomas stared at her. Lily's knees grew weak beneath his sharp gaze.

  He grew to his full height, straightening his tie as he made his way over. Once again the smell of him surrounded her like an invisible cloud, the strong masculine scent thick on her tongue. He circled her, taking in the curve of her ass in her dress, her trembling hands by her side.

  “Lily,” he said, her name like a song on his tongue. His fingers grazed her cheek and she leaned into the touch, eyes almost fluttering close.

  The pulse between her legs was screaming at her. Tell him you want him!

  “If I thought you were incompetent,” he said, voice low in her ear, “I would've fired you.”

  He was so close, the tips of their shoes touching, fine brown leather against her cheap, strapped heels. His thumb ghosted across her bottom lip and a faint moan brewed in the back of her throat. She thought he hadn't heard it but his smirk told her otherwise.

  “You're young,” he said, hand curling around the back of her neck. “And all of your boyfriends have been young too. Children playing at being men.”

  He pulled her close. Her heels scratched against the floor as she fell forward, hand tangled in his shirt, chin lifted towards him. The tips of their noses brush and another moan grew in her stomach.

  “I won't think less of you if you say yes, it won't damage our relationship if you say no. I'm only trying to help. But listen to me,” he said, hand tightening around her neck, their mouths inches apart. “If you turn me down, the regret will be haunting. Every night you'll lay in bed and wonder what my mouth tastes like, what my cock feels like, what my tongue can do to make you come undone.”

  Thomas shoved his hips forward. Lily gasped. Beneath his fitted pants her boss was hard, his erection thick against her.

  “Say yes,” he said, his breath ghosting across her lips.

  Lily moaned. “Yes.”

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  Excerpt: Tiger Billionaire - Hunted (book 1)

  By Eva Wilder & Suki Selbourne

  I swiped at my tears and stood up. My heart hammered brutally in my chest as I reached the door to the building. Hurling it open, I ran inside.

  “Oh!”

  I crashed straight into someone, right on the other side of the door. It was a man.

  A naked man.

  A naked man?

  I stared at him, unable to speak. He was absolutely, totally nude.

  Now, I thought, I really must be dreaming. And this dream was a lot better than the last.

  The man was tall and solid, yet lean and sinuous at the same time. He steadied me with a big hand on each shoulder. I was instantly still, like a kitten when its mother picks it up with its mouth.

  “Are you all right?”

  The naked man’s voice was deep and calming.

  I stared again. I just couldn’t help it. Trying desperately hard not to gaze down at all the angles and edges of his bare skin, instead I focused on his chiseled jaw and aquiline nose. Man, he was gorgeous.

  He was ripped like an athlete, with a lithe grace that made my mouth water. As for his manly goods, well. I knew I shouldn’t look, but they were on display, and holy shit. He was a work of art.

  “Does complete silence mean no? You’re not all right?” His blue eyes twinkled at me like a Vegas sign.

  He must have known I was checking him out. But then again, he was the one standing there in the buff. What did he expect?

  “I’m… I’m okay thanks. Well no, there were these guys. And a tiger. Oh my god, there’s an escaped tiger round here, seriously. We need to call the police right away. Why would there be a tiger? Could it be from London Zoo? That’s not very near here though. Private collector? Someone needs to notify the authorities, for sure. It can’t be…”

  I was babbling so fast, it almost certainly made no sense.

  Hot Naked Guy’s neck was grazed and sore-looking. I peered at it. His hand flew to the wound.

  “Oh my god! Did the tiger get you?”

  “No, don’t worry. This is, ah, a shaving injury. I’m all good.”

  I narrowed my eyes. It didn’t look like a shaving cut. Not many guys wet-shaved with cut-throat razors these days.

  He took my hand firmly. “You, on the other hand, look very pale. Come with me.”

  He placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me through a set of double doors, heading back into the building. We emerged into a cream marble foyer with a single elevator. There was nobody sitting at the reception desk.

  I wondered whether this particular bank employee always got naked as soon as the support staff went home. Weird kink, but pretty harmless, I supposed.

  He hit the elevator call button.

  “We can go to my office and get you something to drink.”

  “And call the police? And the zoo? Or whoever deals with stuff like escaped tigers?”

  “Of course.”

  Naked Hot Guy still didn’t seem to have any concern that he was naked. He hadn’t tried to explain it at all.

  As he pushed the button again, I stole a glance at his rear view. Then I sighed. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen a man as good-looking as he was. The oddest thing wa
s that he made me feel completely comfortable. I’d have expected to feel awkward around such an attractive guy, even with clothes on. That would go double for an attractive guy in the raw. But this one seemed remarkably easy company.

  Easy, naked company. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was he going to pretend it wasn’t the case? Maybe he was insane? He didn’t seem too crazy. For some reason, I opted to trust my instincts where he was concerned.

  “I’m Finola,” I said. “Finola Malley. So you work at the bank too? Which department?”

  “Irish? Finola. That’s a lovely name.”

  “Yeah, Irish. Adopted by Londoners. I’m more of a Londoner than an Irish girl now.”

  “Irishness is a state of mind, body and soul. You can’t turn English, no matter how much you might try.”

  He was teasing me gently. I smiled, but really I wanted him to tell me about himself, not the other way round. “And what’s your name?”

  “You’re a temp worker here?” He wasn’t answering my question.

  “Yeah. I’m a temp admin assistant. Are you a banker?”

  “Yes. I’m a banker.”

  “May I ask your name?”

  I bit my lip and stared up at him, using every ounce of my strength not to gaze down at his magnificent cock again.

  “Forgive me. It’s Sebastian.” He shook my hand, his eyes sparkling ever bluer. “How do you do?”

  I couldn’t help smiling again, despite my ordeal tonight.

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  Excerpt: The Diplomats’ Daughter

  By Eva Wilder & Alyse Zaftig

  Fa pounced on me. He tore my bra and damp panties off. I had no idea where I’d get new ones, but I didn’t care at the moment. Without any warning, he buried his face between my legs and started sucking my clit. I bucked wildly towards his mouth. He didn’t let up; he kept licking and sucking me with his expert, magical tongue. He gripped my curvy hips hard, hard enough to leave marks. I felt myself going up, up, up, and then I crashed downward in a stunning climax. I was panting hard, and sweat covered every inch of my skin.