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Part III

The Cowbear’s ChristmasWedding

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Description

For years,Kate Wrangler refused to return to her family's ranch in the small town of West Yellowstone. But after receiving a call that her good-for-nothing father finally dropped dead, she's obligated to sell the decrepit property. As if things couldn't get any worse, Logan Grant, the sexy heart-breaker who ruined her life, is hanging around the barn when she arrives. She's only planning on staying long enough to sell the ranch. He can try all he wants, but Kate's never going to fall for his heated glances and sultrykisses.

Cowboy bearshifter Logan Grant takes one look at Kate's curvy figure and makes it his mission to help her repair the ranch—and the bond between them. She still hates him, but that's not going to stop him from claiming her as his mate. When he finds out she hasn't shifted in over a decade, his bear decides to show her what it means to be feral. He only has one week to steal her heart, but with the magic of Christmas on his side, he's ready to do whatever it takes to claim hisfatedmate.

Excerpt

He pressedup against her back and murmured, “I settled for cheesecake, but what I really wantedwasyou.”

Her breath hitched as she turned to face him. With his lips just inches away, she couldn’t resist kissing them. The first tentative brush of her lips against his curled her toes. She moaned as he tangled his fingers in her hair and drew hercloser.

Just a single swipe of his tongue across her lips was enough to make her forget everything but the feel of his hands on her body. Kneading, caressing, cradling, he seduced her with his hands. She forgot all about her plan to leave at the end of the week. She forgot the terrible memories associated with this house. She forgot about Logan’s betrayal on prom night. Nothing mattered but the graze of his stubbly cheekagainsthers.

“Take me to bed,” shewhispered.

The Cowbear’s ChristmasWedding

Paranormal ChristmasRomance

Copyright© 2015 LivBrywood

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Chapter1

Kate parkedthe truck at the entrance to her father’s ranch. A worn wooden sign depicting a bucking bronco hung off-kilter above two listing lodge poles. The wordsWrangler Ranch, once painted a bright yellow, had faded to the putrid colorofrust.

She sighed. After a lifetime of alcoholism, her father’s heart had finally given out. Good riddance. The sooner she could sell her father’s ranch, the better. She’d never intended to return to Montana, and to the horrible memories of her childhood home, but she’d had no choice. As an only child, the weight of her father’s legacy, or lack thereof, rested on her shoulders like two moldy wet bales of hay—rotten andworthless.

She jumped out to unlock the chain around the gate. As she pushed it open, the hinges screeched like a feral banshee. She made a mental note to get a can of oil from the barn. It wouldn’t be the only thing she’d have to fix in order to sell the godforsakenplace.

Over a decade ago, she’d fled the house. Even then, the barn had needed repairs. She was surprised the house still stood after enduring so many years ofneglect.

“I can’t wait to see how bad it is now,” she grumbled as she climbed into the warmth of thetruck.

Of course her father had chosen to drop dead two weeks before Christmas. Couldn’t he have done it at a more convenient time, like the middle of summer? Selfish bastard, even in death he’d found a way to make her lifemiserable.

Since the road hadn’t been plowed, she carefully navigated through two-foot-high snow drifts on the way to the house. The closer she got, the more her stomach dropped. Two boarded-up windows flanked the front door. The porch leaned precariously to one side, making her question whether or not it would hold her weight. Wooden shingles hung like tears off the side of the dying building. The ranch had been in her family for four generations. Other than a few modern improvements, the original foundation and some of the original walls stillstood.

Kate was half-tempted to just take out an insurance policy on the place and then burn it to the ground. It would prove to be a fine ending for the hellhole. But as much as she fantasized about insurance fraud, she could never do it. She wasn’t anything like her father and didn’t run races aroundthelaw.

With the heater on high, she let the truck idle. Part of her wanted to turn around and just let the city have the land. But in honor of her mother’s memory, she’d do what she could to make the ranch presentable for sale. God bless her mom. The woman had been a saint. She’d done her best to try to hold the family together, but how can you hold together a family with so manysecrets?

After she’d stalled as long as she could, Kate left the warm, safe space of the truck and crunched through the snow toward the porch. She eyed it warily. Maybe she’d start in the barn instead. When she’d received word of her father’s death, she’d called Mack, their neighbor over at the Curvy Bear Ranch. He’d taken care of the horses until she couldarrive.

The one thing she did miss about this place was the sexy Grant brothers. Every single one of them was too hot for words. Cowboys in every way, they’d been high school royalty. Captains of various sports teams, she’d spent half her teen years in awe of their quietconfidence.

Well, except for Logan.Jackass.