Bonded To The Pack (Military Werewolf Menage FMMMM Steamy Romance) by Nikki Wild Read Free Book Online

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    ABOUT THE AUTHOR
     
    I’m Nikki Wild, and I live in Southern California with my cat, my loving husband, and a genuine creeping fear of bad wine. I’ve been writing independently for three years now, and I’m in love with my readers every bit as much as I’m in love with my words! Every story I release brings me joy and pleasure, and knowing I’m able to spread a bit of that happiness to others makes every day of my life just a little bit better.
     
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    – Nikki Wild

BOUND TO THE WEREBEARS
    (BBW WEREBEAR SHIFTER MENAGE EROTIC ROMANCE)
    Tough talking logger Anna Moore is used to dealing with adversity. As the only woman on her crew, she gives as good as she gets, until a horrible prank by her crew chief leaves her stranded in the bear infested woods overnight.
     
    Bear shifters Zachary, Denton, and Calgary are tired of humans encroaching on their territory. When they spy Anna alone after dark, they decide it's the perfect time to plead their case.
     
    None of them were prepared for the animal attraction that grabbed hold of them. Anna is about to find out that the woods can be a wild place indeed!

 
    Here’s a little taste of BOUND TO THE WEREBEARS:
     
    "Moore, where the hell is your equipment?" the foreman snarled.
     
    I looked down at my hands. It was the end of a long day in the forest and I was beat. I had been running the grapple skidder today, in charge of lengthening the skid road so the rest of the guys could be brought in. I didn't have any equipment with me but the keys in my hand.
     
    "Not sure what you mean, chief," I tried to smile. Hawkins was an ass, and I know he hated having me on his crew. It made him look bad to have a chick, in spite of my finesse with the grapple. He refused to believe I was anything else but a liability.
     
    "I have here on the equipment sign-out, you took three saws and a swivel grab. That's over four hundred dollars worth of company tools right next to your signature here," he stabbed a meaty finger into the clipboard. "You're gonna have to go back and get it."
     
    "But I don't...have it," I protested, staring at the sign-out sheet. There was my name, clearly visible, my bold signature taking up the entire box.  But next to it was ticked off equipment I never laid a hand on.
     
    I felt a sinking sensation in my chest. "Oh," I grunted. "Barnard."
     
    "You goin' after Barnard again? I swear to God, this is why I can't deal with you lumberjills, always pissing and moaning about harassment and shit."
     
    I gritted my teeth. "No one's pissing or moaning here, chief. Look there, you can clearly see those marks there don't look like this one here. Someone, most likely Barnard," I spat out his name, "was trying to fuck with me."
     
    "Watch your tone with me, Moore," he warned, though he had just finished swearing at me first.
     
    "Sorry sir."
     
    "Moore, there's nothing I can do. Sign-out sheet says you're responsible for these tools, I can't let you back until you've turned them in."
     
    "Are you...kidding me chief?" I looked around at the swiftly darkening woods. "It's quitting time."
     
    "No ride back to town until you find those tools," he said, and I swear I heard a touch of glee in his voice. "Sorry Moore, hope you dressed warm."
     
    I stammered and sputtered as he hopped into his Jeep. The rest of the crew followed in the bus and I swear I saw Barnard's cheerfully grinning face pressed up in the window like a naughty schoolboy. I swung both of my middle fingers in the air, swearing and