Fast & FURious Bears (Paranormal Shifter Romance): Wild Alpha Shifter Mates, #4

By Zola Bird

***STANDALONE ROMANCE - ENDS HAPPILY EVER AFTER - NO CLIFFHANGERS***
They’re best friends and coworkers, but he knows they can be more.
Can this bear win the race to claim his mate?

Amanda James is the sexy, curvy, go-to-gal at Wild Alpha Auto. Whether you need an expense report, a test drive, or just a cup of coffee—Amanda will arrange it for you. Amanda, however, hasn’t always been as good at arranging the matters of her own heart.

Greg Smith is a grizzly shifter and the general manager of Wild Alpha Auto. He’s loved Amanda from afar since the moment he hired her, six years ago. But even though Amanda and Greg have become best friends, the timing has never been right to go to the next level.

Everything changes, however, when a new bear enters the mix. Tom Cooper is as charming as he is deadly. And he has one goal—to settle an old score with Greg.

Amanda likes bad boys and Tom fits the bill. Sparks fly between them. But beyond the heat and desire, a secret lurks. And when things get too hot to bear, Greg will have one chance to defeat his arch rival Tom and claim his mate.

*A Note to the Reader: Fast and FURious Bears is a story of hot, sexy Alpha love. In addition to steamy lovemaking, it contains some adult language. If sizzling bear shifters and their curvy BBW mates aren’t your thing, you may want to skip this book. But if you're a curvy girl who likes her leading men strong and her action scorching hot, enjoy!

**If you haven't already read First Bear, Fast Bear, and Faster Bear, be sure to check them out!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zola Bird
• Release date: Jan 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524263430

Zola Bird

To be the first to hear about my new releases, you can join my mailing list. Just copy and paste this link into your browser: http://eepurl.com/behG25 I started writing sizzling sexy paranormal shifter romance after a bad break-up and I haven't stopped since. When I'm not curled up on the couch indulging in ice cream and one of my favorite books, I spend my time writing, writing, writing. I guess you could say I pretty much live and breathe hot Alpha shifters and their mates. Cubs? My own Alpha? I sure hope so. Until then I'll keep writing about sexy Alpha shifters and the beautiful curvy women they love. XOX, Zola

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FAST and FURious BEARS

BWWM Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance

Zola Bird

Prologue

Amanda James gripped the seat tightly as the car ripped around the tight corner. She had said she liked to drive fast, but what exactly had she gotten herself into? She leaned back into her seat again as they flew around the S-bend. The car had been heavily modified with, among other things, a metal roll cage, a fire extinguisher, and an engine that absolutely roared. It was so loud inside that Amanda almost had to shout to be heard.

Well, I’ll say one thing. It goes fast, Amanda said loudly.

You haven’t seen fast, the man in the driver’s seat said.

They left the S-bend behind them and shot out onto the straightaway. Amanda felt her adrenaline spike as he pounded down on the accelerator, the speedometer rising well beyond any safe speed.

I’m pretty sure I’ve seen fast now, Amanda said.

The man in the driver’s seat laughed and Amanda brushed back her straight platinum-blonde hair. The driver, Tom Cooper, had suggested they take a ride, and Amanda was beginning to wonder if the whole thing was a bad idea. At first she thought that Tom was simply into her, but now she wondered if he had some kind of death wish. The way Tom worked the gears was almost maniacal, the inked black tattoos on his powerful forearm flexing as he manipulated the shift lever. He brushed his shaggy black hair out of his eyes and cast her a smoldering glance. She just wished he would keep those brown eyes directed ahead. Amanda wasn’t looking too bad tonight. Her curves were out in full force, and her form-fitting dress left little to the imagination, but still…

Keep your eyes on the road, sailor.

Tom reached down for her hand. His touch was strong, possessive. She took her hand from his. She wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

Tom…

Tom took Amanda’s hand back, and at that moment, he seemed more focused on her than his driving. The car wandered over the centerline.

Yeah, babe? Tom growled, staring over at her.

Look out!

A semi-truck came over the rise toward them, its air horn blasting through the night air. As the bright headlights bore down on them, Amanda wondered if the chrome emblem on the truck’s grill would be the last thing she ever saw.

Chapter One

ONE DAY EARLIER

Amanda danced across the Wild Alpha Auto showroom floor with a smile on her face. She was inexplicably happy. It was just such a sunny late-summer day that she felt like smiling. Amanda had been working as the receptionist, office manager, and all-around go-to-gal at Wild Alpha Auto going on six years now, and she counted nearly every one of her coworkers as friends. From Brandon and Jeremy, to Jada and Chloe, she was close to everybody, and none more so than the general manager, Greg Smith. Greg was, after all, more than just her manager. He was her mentor, her counsellor, and an all-around good guy.

Today, the entire dealership was operating like a well-oiled machine. The showroom was buzzing, the service department was buzzing, heck, even the auto detailing shop was buzzing. Which reminded Amanda. She grabbed a piece of paperwork from her desk. She had a delivery for the new employee.

Jada, hon, cover for me out front.

You got it, girl, Jada said.

Amanda skipped out the back door and headed to the wash shack, birds chirping in the tall trees above. Secretly, Amanda was happy that she had received the paperwork she was now delivering. Not so much because she wanted to get outside, but because she wanted to have a chat with the man she was giving it to.

Tom Cooper, a friend of Amanda’s brother, had come to town two days previously, and Amanda had asked Greg if they might have a job for him. Greg had assigned Tom to the wash bay. Not a plum position, to be sure, but the business promoted from within based on attitude and ability. Do a good job and there was no telling where you might end up. A rainbow hung in the mist above a sleek red Ferrari that was being sprayed down. The radio played and, of course, the new guy wasn’t wearing a shirt. Why did the new guys always break the rules? Amanda walked up behind him.

Howdy, stranger.

Tom turned toward her with the hose, a stream of spray blasting past her right shoulder. Amanda ducked away but still got a little wet.

Sorry, doll.

Tom let go of the trigger. His jet-black hair was damp from the mist, the intricate tattoos adorning his broad chest gleamed in the sunlight. Yup. Tom was a good-looking guy, no doubt about it. But he was still breaking the rules.

Did I get you? Tom asked.

Amanda looked down at her white dress. She was a little damp from the spray, but the jet of water had basically missed her.

I’m fine, but just so you know, you’re not supposed to take off your shirt at work.

I’m washing a car.

I know. But it’s not professional.

And wearing a shirt isn’t comfortable.

Boy, Amanda thought. This guy was a piece of work. The water droplets glistened on his muscles in the hot sun. Of course, it was hot out, and he was washing car. He had a point.

Look, Amanda said, I get your point. But I did help you get this job, and rules are rules. So I’d appreciate if you didn’t make me look bad and you just put your shirt back on.

Tom smiled. It was a big, bright smile, perfect teeth grinning back at her. But there was a hint of something else there as well, a hint of danger, and Amanda found herself attracted to him. Attracted to the thrill of uncertainty she felt in his presence.

Since you put it that way. Tom reached for the bench and pulled on a white T-shirt.

Thank you, Amanda said.

Tell me something, Tom said. He looked Amanda up and down.

What?

You like to drive?

Like how?

Fast.

Amanda could tell that Tom was doing more than looking at her—he was devouring her. He was consuming her with his eyes. She wore a white cotton dress and his look ran from her bare, golden-brown legs, up and around her curvy hips, and then onto her ample breasts, where he lingered for a moment before meeting her light-green eyes.

I can tell by looking at you. You like to drive, maybe even race a little.

Why do you say that?

Your look. Everything about you says speed.

Amanda smiled.

I don’t know if I should be flattered, Amanda asked.

Better than being offended, Tom said.

Then I’ll be flattered. Yes. I like to go for a ride occasionally. Sometimes even a fast ride.

Amanda eyed a car parked in the back lot, far beyond the Ferrari. It wasn’t the usual high-end product the dealership carried. No, it was a street-legal race car: a heavily modified rice rocket in glittering metallic red paint.

Is that your ride?

Why? You like it?

Not too shabby, Amanda said. You got NOS in that thing?

She’s packing.

NOS was some kind of racing boost system Amanda had heard the guys in the garage talking about. It