Curves For Her Bears: BBW Shifter Erotic Romance, #1

By Harmony Raines

Curvy Maggie is scared. Found in the woods by two hunky men, she finds it hard to resist, either of them. The only problem is, she can't remember a thing.

Despite her fears she finds herself uncontrollably attracted to these two men. Aiden, gentle and sensitive. Cyrus, angry and distant.

Yet the other side of these two men is something she would never have guessed. Will she be strong enough to become their mate, and keep their secret? Or will her memory return and send her back to the life she once lived?

This 23,000 word novella contains scenes suitable for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Silver Moon Erotica
• Release date: Feb 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781507074848

Book preview

Chapter One

We can’t take her home.

If she stays out here she will die.

Then let her.

We can’t Cyrus.

No. You can’t, replied Cyrus. I have no trouble letting a pure blood die.

And what about the police? When her body is found they'll be all over the forest. The best thing to do is take her with us and cover all trace of her being here. When she is conscious again, we can guide her to safety.

Leave her here, Aiden. Let someone else find her.

There is no one else, Aiden paused. She’s moving.

Then we should blindfold her so she doesn’t see our faces. I want no blame for this.

Maggie wanted to open her eyes to see who these two strange men were. Their voices were new to her, and the way they were speaking bothered her. Danger was close, she knew that, someone had tried to hurt her, maybe these two men. No, she was sure they were nothing to do with it. However, at this moment she realised she could not be sure of anything.

Trying again, she managed to briefly flicker an eye open, catching sight of a seriously angry face. She closed the heavy lid, not having the courage to face him. It was better lying here in the darkness of unconsciousness, she did not have to think, and she did not have to feel.

However, they were not going to let her sleep. First they patted her face, calling her, but they did not know her name. When this did not work they lifted her, strong arms about her body, holding her close to a strong beating chest.

The sound lulled her, and she felt warmth, incredible heat from the body she was nestled against. Carefully she was taken through the forest, the smell of the disturbed leaf litter reaching her nose. Still she did not open her eyes, and they no longer spoke; only the steady rhythm of their feet and the occasional hoot of an owl accompanied them.

Time slipped by, she had no idea how long it was until there was light and warmth, they were inside, and it was time to struggle back to life.

A cool liquid was pressed to her lips, at first she did not respond, but they were insistent, and eventually she took some in. It helped, and despite the growing throbbing at her temples she opened her eyes again. This time it was the light that made her close them, it was too bright, and the throb in her head intensified.

Lifting her hand she shielded her eyes from the brightness. A shadow passed across her vision, and there were whispers, then the light changed, and was dimmer, more comfortable.

I’ve lit the lamps so it’s not so bright. Can you open your eyes for me? A gentle voice asked.

Maggie liked his voice, it was calm and soothing, and so she did as he asked. His face was right in front of her, smiling reassuringly. Concentrating hard she tried to focus a little better, he was still a bit blurred, but she could tell he was fair haired. His eyes were blue with a humorous twinkle, which reassured her even more.

Don’t try to move, he said. You've had a bit of a blow to the head. I want to take a look at it and bathe it, if that's alright with you.

So that was what the thumping headache was about. What happened? she managed to whisper.

Don’t you know? he asked, a slight frown crossing his brow.

No. I don’t. She fell silent, closing her eyes to try to force the memory to come, it wouldn’t.

Cyrus has gone to get some water, and then we can have a look at you. Perhaps if you lie quietly it will come back to you.

She did as he told her, slumping back against the cushion which had been placed under her head. Without opening her eyes again she asked. What is your name? Do I know you?

My name is Aiden, he answered, then added, No. We found you in the woods. It was some way away from the road so you must have been walking.

Or running. She vaguely remembered running from something, no images only a feeling of being scared.

Do you know what from? A nervous edge crept into his voice, making Maggie wonder if she could really trust him.

No. Not really. I don’t know. Do you think that's bad? she asked, opening her eyes a little.

It might be the blow to your head. Or shock. Maybe something happened that you want to forget. Then he realised that sounded scary. I’m sure nothing bad happened. And you’re safe here anyway.

She heard someone else come into the room, and she opened her eyes to see who it was. A pain jabbed into her head, and she felt quite sick. Nevertheless, she still managed to catch a glimpse of the newcomer, and now she did feel afraid. He was the opposite of Aiden, dark haired, dark eyes and he glowered at Maggie as though he wished her dead.

Was it possible that this was the man she had been running from, and the reason he did not want to help her was because when she did remember she would go to the police. Her eyelids closed again, and before Aiden began to bathe her head she mentally checked the rest of her body to see if anywhere else hurt.

Her arms and body felt fine, but her legs were leaden and stiff when she tried to move. It pretty much confirmed her feeling of running from something. What it was escaped her, as though a large wall had been placed between her and her memories. It frustrated the hell out of her.

Relax. That was the key, let the stress go, and it might pop back into her head. Instead she tried to remember other things, which drew kind of a blank too. She sat up, despite her throbbing head, and a panic attack swept over her.

Aiden placed a hand on hers, and spoke to her soothingly, as though she were a child. Come on, deep breaths. In, and let it out slowly. And again. In, and out.

She fought to get herself under control. When she could just manage to speak she said. I...can’t...remember...anything.

Aiden glanced up at Cyrus, who showed little sympathy for her at all. He raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. She knew he didn’t believe her. That one look made her realise that these men were not the ones trying to hurt her, for if they were they would be glad she couldn’t remember.

But if not them, then who? And were they still out there looking for her?

It will come back. Let me look at your head. Cyrus can make you something warm to drink. Then we can try to put together what you can remember. Like your name?

Maggie. I know that. But memories, they aren't there.