Carnal

By Annabelle James

A four book steamy BBW Bear Shifter Romance Bundle! Four curvy women, four seductive werebear shifters, and all of them have carnal needs! Guaranteed to keep you hot all night long!

In this bundle from Annabelle James, you get:

Charged
Craved
Bared
&
Needed

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jynxed Moon
• Release date: May 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311775856

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Carnal

4 Book BBW Shifter Erotic Romance

Annabelle James

Copyright 2016 by Annabelle James

Smashwords Edition

All rights reserved

All characters in this story are consenting adults. This is a work of erotic romance meant for adults.

Cover image credit:  Prometeus | Deposit Photos

Contents

Charged

Craved

Bared

Needed

About the Author

Charged

A weekend away, that was what I needed. The city was too much, I could barely figure out my own head and I wanted, no, needed, to get out of town if I was ever going to have a chance of meeting my deadline.

One successful novel was all it took for the pressure to really hit me. I thought finishing the first book was going to be the really hard part, but looking back, it was easy. Now that my publisher was expecting a follow up on their desk in three weeks, I’d barely even finished the second chapter and I hated what I had written.

Horror was my genre, with enough spice to keep people happy. It took some convincing from my agent, who was actually an old friend, to get them to accept a manuscript by an overweight woman who was barely out of college. They were looking for horror written by middle aged men, men like the great Stephen King, and I don’t think he and I have much in common.

But at least she convinced them to take a look what I had, and thankfully, they bought it. Even luckier, it happened to sell pretty well, despite them not investing too much in the way of promotion for me. They almost didn’t even let me go on a book tour. Images to maintain, and all. But again, my friend Rachel convinced them and I was able to hit the road.

I got to see most of the country last fall, and it was gorgeous. While my book never got higher than number twenty-five on the bestsellers list, I did get a bit of a following and some fans, which only helped sales grow.

As well as expectations.

That was the real downside of the tour. No one expected me to do that well, but when I did, they started expecting me to do really well on my next book. Even worse, traveling around the country meant I had almost no time to work on my next book, which was falling apart at the seams before it even really got started.

When my publisher called a week ago, I knew I was in big trouble. They wanted my next manuscript on their desk by May fourteenth. As it was already April tenth, I was screwed. They demanded a minimum of seventy thousand words, and I was at about five thousand. A month to write sixty-five thousand words? Of well written horror?

I was fucked.

While I should have been writing, I decided to take a lunch with Rachel. Not just to get her advice, but to whine about just how truly, utterly, monumentally screwed I really was.

Isla, you’re going to be fine, Rachel assured me as she picked at her salad. She’d once been my size, but she’d managed to lose about fifty pounds over the last year. Me, well, my willpower wasn’t so strong, and I poked at my fish and chips.

You’re a terrible liar, I told her.

I’m not! she laughed. "Look, you wrote Innkeeper in three months and you were working full time while you did it. Now you’re a full time writer. A month is a ton of time as long as you sit down and write."

It’s not that easy, I tried to explain. I think I might have writers’ block. I sit down at my laptop and just… blank.

Turn off your WIFI, she suggested.

Turned it off and unplugged the modem, I informed her. I just end up going to get a snack. Or on my phone. Or in bed somehow. I don’t know, I can’t concentrate. I get mad at the noise of the city, I get mad at the shitty view outside my apartment window.

So go somewhere else, she said like it was the simplest suggestion in the world.

Where, the park? I asked her. So what, I can have kids running around me and being even more of a distraction? No thanks.

No, dummy, she laughed. Look, my cousin owns a cabin about two hours from here. Rent a car, and you can go stay there.

And what does your cousin say about this? I asked her.

Honestly, nothing, she said. We don’t hear from him much. I took Jim up there last week and I doubt Samuel had been in the cabin since last fall. He’s one of those recluse types.

Oh my God, is he like, a weirdo? I asked. Hell, maybe hearing about him being strange might give me inspiration for my next book.

No, she laughed. Well, he didn’t used to be. I don’t know, I hear this stuff through my mom, who gets it through her sister. Whatever, Samuel is, was, a good guy. Then, after college, he kind of just… left. His mom, my aunt, said he wanted to find himself, get back to nature and all that crap. He took all his money and bought some land up north, and then built the cabin himself. She must have seen my sneer, because she laughed again and said, "No, it’s not crappy. He did a really good job. It’s rustic, and it’s not so far out you won’t have WIFI.

Anyway, he never uses it anymore, at least that’s what Aunt Pam says. She’s been up there looking for him, and he’s never there.

Maybe he went full on mountain man, I suggested as a joke. Maybe he sleeps under the stars and catches his own dinners.

Probably, she said, more seriously than I expected. He’s a good guy, honestly, but I guess he went through some stuff and just, avoids people now. Chances are, you won’t see him, but if you do, he’ll be cool with it. I ran into him two summers ago up there and he seemed happy to see me.

And you really think this will help me finish the book? I asked her.

If it doesn’t, you’re a bit screwed, she said. It was her turn to try to make a joke, but all it did was make me panic. Oh Isla, she soothed. "You’ll be fine. You just