Puck Bear Brides: Complete Series (BBW Werebear Paranormal Sport Romance Boxed Set) by Anya Nowlan Page A

dropping her head on his shoulder and snuggling up close, curling her legs up to her chest. Cannon fell back on the chair in a comfortable recline, making sure that they didn’t accidentally kick anything off the table. Far too much ink and careful craftsmanship had gone into those invites already!
    “Yes. Well, you know. Girl meets boy, girl loves boy, boy turns out to be a horrific asshole…”
    “Boy works hard to win girl back, girl is swept off her feet, girl turns out to be useless at the fine craft of handwritten invitations…”
    Kimberley bumped him in the chest for that, grinding her knuckles in enough to make him grumble but not enough to hurt him. They’d inflicted  enough pain on each other over the years of separation to be very thoroughly done with that part of their lives. Cannon’s hand rested on her knee, tracing some pattern on it dreamily.
    “Hey, I’m from the digital age, okay? If we had it my way we would have sent online invitations. So much easier to handle the RSVPs!”
    “I think you’ve been in PR for too long, Kimmy. There’s a fine, delicate balance to what we do here, you know. It has to be just right,” he said with a chuckle, kissing the top of her head.
    “I thought I was the bride here,” she grumbled playfully, reaching up to peck him on the neck.
    “You are, I’m just pointing you in the right direction,” Cannon said resolutely. “Tulips for the centerpieces… I don’t even…”
    “This again!?” Kimberley gasped, a wide smile on her lips as she twisted herself around on his lap to straddle him. “Do you really want to start talking about the centerpieces again!?”
    “What, you want to wrestle for it?” he asked with a quirked brow, obviously more than ready to go a few rounds with her.
    “Don’t you have practice coming up?” she asked, settling in so she was rubbing up against his bulge, a knowing smirk on her lips.
    “I’m sure Coach will understand. I’m a man in love, after all,” he said, the makings of a growl entering into his voice.
    “Uh-huh,” she mocked, leaning in a little so her lips were inches from his. “Because that excuse worked so well yesterday.”
    “Well I guess I just have to be fast then,” he said with a huff, before their lips crushed together for one maddening, lingering kiss.
    When Cannon pulled away, Kimberley’s eyes were hazy with need. She found herself being thrown over his shoulder as he stood up from the chair, making her gasp. He smacked her lightly on the ass, his arm looped around her long legs as he carried her straight towards the bedroom.
    “You’re never fast!” she protested half-heartedly.
    “Take it up with management,” Cannon replied blithely.
    Kimberley grinned. Perks of loving a man like Cannon – things were never boring!
     

 
     
     
    BEAR NO LOSS
    PUCK BEAR BRIDES
    BOOK 2
    BY
    ANYA NOWLAN
 

CHAPTER ONE
    Memphis
     
    “Oh my God! Don’t stop!” she wheezed as she twisted underneath his arms, Memphis’s strong palms pressed down on her hips as he lapped a trail down her inner thigh and nipped at her delicate skin a few times with his teeth.
    The squeal of approval made him growl, a throaty, needy sound that had to resonate through her considering the mewl she let out. He retraced his path back to her wet slit, the gorgeous redhead shuddering like a leaf as he leaned in slightly. He exhaled slowly, hot breath tingling across her skin and there was nothing quite as delicious as the way her back arched and her thighs clenched at the teasing.
    Memphis couldn’t help but grin, flicking his stormy gray gaze up to meet her hazel eyes—what was her name again? Amy? Alys? April?—before letting his tongue roll up over her pussy and curl around her clit. She smelled like spring.
    April. That’s it, he remembered with some obvious satisfaction, smiling privately as he sucked her clit between his lips, making her toss and turn like she was about to explode into a million pieces right under