Cabin Bear Heat Box Set: A Paranormal Fantasy Bear Shifter Romance (A Bear Shifter Romance Retelling of the Billionaire Redemption Series Book 2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  The Complete Box Set

  Copyright

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  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Cabin Bear Fever (Book 2)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cabin Bear Glow (Book 3)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Cabin Bear Fire (Book 4)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

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  A Contemporary Bear Shifter Fantasy Romance

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  First edition. October, 2015.

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  Cabin Bear Heat (Book 1)

  Prologue

  ANDREW CARRINGTON stood up from his seat in the waiting room when he saw the surgeon approach him. It was Dr. Jessica Morrison, his colleague and one of Emma’s dearest friends.

  “I’m so sorry. We did everything. We couldn’t save her.”

  The doctor’s words were garbled and foreign to Andrew. How could his colleague have uttered such a forlorn statement to him, a man desperate to hear that his wife was pretty banged up, but would be okay? The room closed in as Andrew digested the words. He reached down to his bandaged forearm. Beneath the cast and bandages, the mangled, broken arm throbbed from his quickening heartbeat.

  Behind Andrew, his father walked from the only window in the waiting room to stand beside him. He braced his middle-aged body to support some of the weight of his six-foot-five son. With an arm stretched over his son’s shoulder, he held him steady.

  “I’m so sorry,” Dr. Morrison repeated. “We tried so hard. You know she was my friend. I fought hard to save her, but Emma’s gone.”

  “Let’s sit down, son.” His father guided him to the nearest chair. By then, Andrew was just an empty shell. His vacant mind shut itself down from the gut-wrenching news that his Emma was dead. He could not accept it. He would not.

  Andrew looked up. “What are the options, Jessica?”

  “Look, Andrew,” she started. “You’re in shock.” She raised her hand toward the nurses’ station to summon help. “There are no options. She’s gone. I’m so sorry.”

  “There has got to be options!” Andrew shouted so loudly that the orderly on the other end of the empty hall turned around to stare. “Where’s that female paramedic who helped me? She said Emma would be fine!”

  Dr. Morrison looked at him, confused. “I’m not sure what you mean. The medics who brought you in were both men.”

  “I saw her! She administered CPR on scene…she said Emma would be fine…”

  Andrew’s words faded out as he tried to recall the female paramedic’s face. The more he thought about it, the less he remembered. None of her features came to mind. Nothing.

  Nothing at all.

  It was like his memory was wiped clean.

  He set it aside and stood up, storming toward the operating room, intent on finding a solution to help Emma if no one else would. He didn’t see the four uniformed police officers walking in his direction. He barely noticed the room go blurry, until he lost his footing. He collapsed with a thump on the bandaged arm and blacked out.

  It was only when he came to that Andrew realized he was different.

  Very different.

  A look around the room when his eyes fluttered open told Andrew the medical team and his own father were mystified, or dumbfounded, or afraid—or all three. The room and the people in it were different too. The space around him had an energy that almost seemed to throb and pulse with a life of its own. Their faces seemed closer, although from the moment he regained consciousness, they had all taken two steps away from his hospital bed. He could sense and smell them. They each had a unique odor he could not ignore.

  Their eyes captured his attention as he looked around the room. They were all honed in on one thing, one spot in the room—his arm. With much hesitation, he slowly turned his gaze down his body to look at it. That’s when he understood. The cast over his forearm and elbow was cut open—probably by one of the doctors—and the place where his arm had been broken was healed.

  Completely healed.

  As though his injury had never happened.

  He was in disbelief. Nothing like this had ever happened to him. It was what the optimistic or religious layperson would probably call a miracle. His medical colleagues would call it a misdiagnosis or a t
issue regeneration anomaly. Whatever it was, the people around this room had probably witnessed his ‘healing’, and only fear registered on their faces now. After a few moments, he decided it was not fear. It was terror.

  He looked over at his father first. There was still that paternal concern in his eyes, with much less fear, and even less confusion. He did not even seem surprised. At the hospital room door, Dr. Ramsden, head physician in the emergency ward, entered slowly. Behind him were the four police officers, accompanied by several hospital security staff. The only thing Andrew could think of was to run. He launched out of the bed, and backed up to the double pane room window.

  “Stand back!” his father demanded of the officers and guards entering the room. He stood in their path to protect his son. As if in slow motion, he looked back at Andrew and mouthed the word “Go”. Andrew had never seen his father this resolute. Without a moment of thought, Andrew picked up the chair beside him. He crashed it through the window with a force he had never felt emanate from within him, pounced through the jagged open space, and ran like the wind.

  His healed arm, heightened sense of smell, and super-human strength were only hints of things to come.

  Chapter One

  Two years later

  ABBY WITTFIELD dismissed her father’s usual concern. He was always this way after every holiday visit from San Francisco to their family home just outside Reno-Sparks. Trying not to lengthen their goodbye, she put her small suitcase and laptop bag in the trunk of her SUV.

  “Not to worry, Dad.” She caught a glimpse of him leaving his perch on the bottom step of the porch to come toward her.

  “Worrying is what I do best,” he answered, kissing her hair and offering his last hug, for at least a few months. “Have a safe trip, and remember to stop at that lodge in Truckee before dark. The drive can become treacherous at night this time of year. Those mountain roadways ice up at a moment’s notice.”

  “I will, Dad. You take care of yourself, okay? See you in May,” Abby offered. She opened the driver side door and got inside. Any extra attention would extend the farewell ad infinitum. And she had a long enough drive ahead of her.

  “Call me when you get there, okay?” he said, holding onto the open car window as he leaned down for a last kiss on the cheek.

  “Okay, Dad,” she answered, looking up at him as she started the engine.

  “Is that a new shampoo, Abby? I’ve never smelled that on you before.”

  “It’s fragrance-free, Dad. The one I normally use bothers you, remember?”

  “It does. Thanks, honey. So are you sure you can’t come back for spring break this year?”

  “Not this year,” Abby answered for the fourth time since getting home for Christmas break. “It’ll be too hectic with clinicals. But I promise I’ll be back as soon as school’s out. Gotta go. Bye, Daddy.”

  “Love you, honey. Be safe!” he shouted.

  He waved without stopping, and Abby reversed the car down the driveway of the family home. She saw in the rear view mirror that her father continued to watch after her, even as she turned from their country driveway onto the main road. He worried too much, but it was understandable. Her mother had died of cancer eight years earlier, and with no siblings, Abby was his everything. He had not made any effort to remarry or even date anyone after the painful loss.

  Abby let out a long sigh, setting her mind to her own plans. She was on the way to pick up her five passengers for their return to San Francisco. Her first stop was less than a mile up the main road. The drive reminded her of her best friend Rebecca. They were so close during college. Now all Abby saw of Becca was during these trips to pick up her brother Rob. He was in his last year at SFSU, and would hitch a ride home for the holidays with Abby every Christmas, as well as help out with the driving.

  As Abby drove up beside Rob’s house, she noticed a pile of boxes on their sidewalk.

  “Hi. What’s all that stuff?” Abby climbed out the SUV.

  “Happy New Year to you too,” Rob replied.

  “Oh yes. Happy New Year. So what’s with the boxes?”

  “I’ve got to take as many of these with me as I can this trip.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m staying in San Fran after this semester ends, remember? The more I can get up there this trip, the easier the big move will be.”

  “Okay, but just remember we’ve got John, Trina, Barb, and Ruth, and all their stuff, to fit in back.” Abby opened the cargo door and removed her laptop bag to make room for Rob’s boxes.

  “I’ll hold the laptop in front with me,” Rob said, placing the bag on the front passenger seat and adding a few more boxes to the back.

  “By the way, you’ve got a few cobwebs in your hair,” she mentioned.

  His strawberry blonde hair was cut low and spiky. The cobwebs looked like they were intentionally set on his head by a spider.

  “Yeah, yeah,” he answered, dusting them off and inspecting his hands. “A few of these boxes were in the attic. Speaking of hair, did you cut yours since the party last week?”

  She had become so used to wearing her long, blonde hair down her back, she assumed he was mistaken now that she pulled it up into a high bun for the trip.

  “Nope,” she replied. “I haven’t cut it for a while.” She noticed him eying her strangely. Abby had known him long enough to know he was either hiding something or still weighing whether to share whatever it was with her. “Spill it, Rob.”

  “What?”

  “Go on. Tell me.”

  He looked at her with interest. “Tell you what?”

  “Whatever it is you’re itching to say. I can see it in your eyes. Come on. Spill.”

  “It’s nothing. Really.”

  She looked toward the house, assuming it had to do with his sister Rebecca. “Hey, is Becca still around?”

  “No. Mom took her to the airport in Reno a few hours ago,” Rob answered.

  “Wait a minute. Is that it? The fact that she left without telling me?”

  “I don’t…I don’t think so…I’m not sure.”

  She could read him like a book. He was hesitant, running his hand through his hair and avoiding her gaze. “It’s something else, isn’t it?”

  “I’m not sure if I know what you’re talking about. Didn’t you guys talk last night?”

  “Yeah, we did,” Abby said. “I offered to give her a ride, but she said your mom wanted to take her later.”

  Abby’s friendship with Rebecca was slowly cooling, now that they had chosen to attend different colleges for their Masters programs. She just had not thought it would fade away this quickly. Fewer than three years ago, they were at the same college, sharing the same dorm, and attending a few core courses together. Rebecca had been accepted to do her Master’s in Public Health Policy at George Washington University in DC, and couldn’t turn down the opportunity. Every year they returned home, they seemed to grow more distant. Their conversations began to feel forced. Last night was no different. She was distracted, closed off, and definitely hiding something.

  Or maybe some friendships just aren’t meant to last.

  “Give me a few minutes,” he said, clearly trying to change the subject. If there are any boxes that won’t fit, I’ll take them back inside.”

  Abby nodded, and decided to let it slide. Rob or Rebecca would tell her when they were ready. Soon they were on the road, heading along Highway eighty for their close to five-hour trip back.

  “Want me to drive once we pick up the kids in Sparks?” Rob referred to the other four passengers as kids, but they were not. They happened to be the sophomore students from SFSU, adult students he coached in co-ed volleyball, and just two years his junior.

  “How about you take it from Truckee?” Abby replied.

  “That’s good too.”

  “Dad said we should stay the night in Truckee, to save the drive through the mountains for daytime.”

  “Nah, I think we’re okay. Your dad says that for every t
rip. I listened to the weather reports all last night and this morning. There’s only a thirty percent chance of precipitation in the area. We’re clear.”

  “The mountains are always a little different, Rob. How about we see how it is when we get to Truckee?”

  “Sounds like a plan, but I’m positive it’ll be fine.”

  Rob had a tendency to obsess over the weather, but that day was different. He seemed rushed to get back to San Francisco. Abby shrugged and kept driving, while Rob searched the radio stations for music they’d both enjoy.

  The drive was short and uneventful. They had agreed to pick up Rob’s four friends at the 7-Eleven in Sparks, so they could fill up, grab drinks and snacks for the trip, and get back on the highway with ease.

  * * *

  John and Trina were waiting when Abby drove into the 7-Eleven parking lot. Trina wore her platinum blonde hair in a ponytail. Abby noticed it because John’s hands had played in it during the entire drive from San Francisco. Now, Trina’s hand was stretched up into John’s brown wavy mane. It was somewhat comedic to watch them. John stood at six feet six inches tall, towering over Trina, who was the same height as Abby, just around five feet eight inches.

  “Happy New Year, lovebirds,” Rob called out to them after pressing the button to roll down the passenger side window.

  “Happy New Year,” the couple said in unison.

  “Where are Ruth and Barb?”

  “We haven’t seen them yet.” Trina pointed to the bus that stopped on the opposite sidewalk. “Oh look, there’s Barb.”

  Barb stepped off the city bus and pulled her suitcase toward them, her long, shiny brown hair flying wildly as a breeze picked up around her.

  Rob stared at her, as if in a trance.

  “Hey, guys. Am I late?”

  “No, we just rolled up,” Rob said. His nervousness showed when he was around Barb. He almost missed a step climbing out the passenger side door to take her suitcase. Abby was sure she heard him swear under his breath as he positioned Barb’s luggage in the already crowded cargo area.

  “I wonder where Ruth is,” Abby said. She finished filling the tank with gas. “I’ll grab some water and snacks inside. Be right back.”