Big Bad Bear-Forbidden Shifters

By Vanessa Devereaux

Welcome to Bay Harbor Springs, one of the first towns in Benningan County to experiment with the idea that their bear shifter population and non-shifter residents should finally be allowed to date, have sex, and possibly mate.
Before legislation passed, all shifters were known as forbidden and any shifter found to have anything but a platonic or business relationship with their non-shifter counterpart would be forced to wear a radio tracker, be fined, sometimes jailed, and repeat offenders were banished from Benningan County for ten years.
The non-shifter female residents sometimes found this rule the hardest to abide by because everyone knows that a bear shifter is downright hunkalicious.
Many women found themselves unable to resist these sexy werebears and many of the bad boys paid the price by handing over huge fines for a short kiss while others spent time behind bars for a quick rendezvous in the backseat of a parked car.
The Non-Shifter Alliance (all male) have decided that each month a limited number of permits will need to be issued before any sexual activity can commence and it’s on a purely first come first served basis.
As you can imagine, a record number were applied for just minutes after the ban was officially abolished and sexual encounters with the Forbidden Shifters began soon after.
These are the stories...
Josie Moss has finally found her man. Now all she has to do is find some way to get into his house so she can arrest him. Pull off this assignment and she’s on the fast track to promotion in the Werebear Division of Enforcement. However, this isn’t just any man. It’s Transporter, Liam Quinn, werebear and all around sexy hunk and he’s not likely to go down without a fight. Josie doesn’t count on him being ten times more handsome in person than his mugshot and that she’ll becoming putty in his hands. When he leaves her naked and tied up with her own handcuffs, she vows to track him down again.
After being put on the Second Tier offender’s list, Liam wants nothing more than to get even with Josie. There’s only one problem... she might be his mate.
Can these two ever get past their differences, put aside the fact that it’s the hunter versus the hunted and live happily ever after?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Palmquist
• Release date: Dec 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370066766

Vanessa Devereaux

Vanessa Devereaux is the bestselling author of erotic romances and erotica including Cater to Me, The Rake, Who's the Boss, and The Pleasure Room. She's also pens three ongoing series, Perfect Pairing, Big Sky County and Kalispell Shifters.

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Big Bad Bear

Forbidden Shifters

Vanessa Devereaux

Published by Coldstream Publishing at Smashwords

Copyright 2016 Vanessa Devereaux

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Thank You

Social Networks

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Chapter 1

Welcome to Bay Harbor Springs, one of the first towns in Benningan County to experiment with the idea that their bear shifter population and non-shifter residents should finally be allowed to date, have sex, and possibly mate.

Before legislation passed, all shifters were known as forbidden and any shifter found to have anything but a platonic or business relationship with their non-shifter counterpart would be forced to wear a radio tracker, be fined, sometimes jailed, and repeat offenders were banished from Benningan County for ten years.

The non-shifter female residents sometimes found this rule the hardest to abide by because everyone knows that a bear shifter is downright hunkalicious.

Many women found themselves unable to resist these sexy werebears and many of the bad boys paid the price by handing over huge fines for a short kiss while others spent time behind bars for a quick rendezvous in the backseat of a parked car.

The Non-Shifter Alliance (all male) have decided that each month a limited number of permits will need to be issued before any sexual activity can commence and it’s on a purely first come first served basis.

As you can imagine, a record number were applied for just minutes after the ban was officially abolished and sexual encounters with the Forbidden Shifters began soon after.

These are the stories…

I put the binoculars back on the passenger seat while trying my best not to look at the mug shot of the current outlaw I’d been assigned to hunt down and bring in. I tapped the steering wheel and hummed but could still see his gorgeous face etched in my brain.

At this point, I knew how my mother felt twenty five, no make that twenty six years ago. The werebears were hard to resist and I was living proof of the price you paid when you lowered your guard and let one into your heart or should that be panties?

My stomach rumbled, reminding me I’d skipped breakfast and hadn’t gotten around to eating lunch yet. I’d stopped at a café and ordered a sandwich to go which now sat on the passenger seat next to the mug shot. Why I’d bothered to print it out, I have no idea. The one on my tablet was crystal clear. I tried my best to grab my sandwich and not look at the photo, but there was something about his eyes and the expression on his face that forced me to do it.

Josie, oh, Josie, come on take a look, I dare you to.

It was almost as if he was taunting me.

I bit into my sandwich as I gave in and lifted the photo. I balanced it on the top of the steering wheel as mayonnaise dribbled down my chin.

Holy cannoli, he was one hot bear. Holy cannoli is my grandmother’s favorite two words and I think the disposition to use them when you can’t think of anything else, is wired into my DNA.

Someone walking by the car caught my attention and I looked up to see a woman going by with a beagle. It started to spit with rain and slowly slid down the windshield. It was getting cold and prematurely dark. While I hadn’t seen any movement or sign of him inside the house I’d been staking out, I knew he was in there.

I wasn’t going to sit out here all night so I had to find a way to get inside, preferably with me being invited in. Although I’ve been doing this job for over a year, I still didn’t like the idea of barging in and making arrests. Bottom line is I hate confrontation.

The rain grew heavier and it was either sit here and freeze my butt off or get in there where it was probably warm and cozy.

I got out of the car, reached for my notebook and pen, slung my bag over my shoulder and marched across the street. I stopped when I reached the end of his driveway. Water dripped down the back of my neck as I rehearsed over and over what I was going to say and how I’d maneuver myself inside so I could make an arrest. Arrest. I hadn’t given much thought to that. I’d have to put him in the back of my