Bearly Sweet (Honey Pot Hollow #1) Read Online Loni Ree

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Honey Pot Hollow Series by Loni Ree
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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Thorne Bearly My headache is growing by the minute. I can’t believe my secretary, who also happens to be my mother, took on another job for my already overbooked construction company. At this rate, I’m going to be working twenty-four hours a day for the next fifty years to catch up. My intention to meet with the new bakery owner and politely decline this project takes a nose dive when Mabel Sweet drops right into my arms. My gorgeous mate’s name fits her to a T. Mabel’s sugary sweet luscious curves and a delicious honey scent wake up my inner bear. When he roars “mine,” my human side blurts out some crazy sh*t and ends up ticking Mabel off. Now, I have to find a way to convince my sassy mate to overlook my grouchy attitude and give me a chance. How hard could that be? Mabel Sweet When the kind woman I met at the grocery store offers to send her son over to help me with a few tasks around my new bakery, I’m excited to have the help getting ready to open. That is until I meet Mr. Tall, Dark and Grumpy. Thorne Bearly is appropriately named. The big grumpy thorn in my side has another thing coming if he thinks I’m going to just bow to his wishes. If you like over-the-top, growly bear shifter, curvy girl instalove with a ton of humor, and tiny amount of drama this short story is perfect for you. The grumpy, lonely bear shifters of Honey Pot Hollow are in for a surprise when a new human-owned bakery opens in the shifter-only town. The feisty human baker and her sisters aren't going to let the surly brothers ruin their sunny attitudes. The Sweet Sisters are going to use their considerable charms to bring Bearly Boys to their knees.

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Chapter 1

Mabel

“It’s going to take a miracle for us to get this place ready.” Bethany throws her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and grumbles as she attempts to scrape years of grime off the fifties-era laminate countertop.

“I know,” Cora, my youngest sister, agrees. “We must’ve been crazy to take on this project by ourselves.” Three humans moving into the mainly shifter community went over like a lead balloon. So far, we haven’t been able to get anyone to even give us an estimate to repair the falling down building.

“Stop complaining and get your butts into gear. We can totally do this.” I put on my cheerleading hat, attempting to portray false confidence.

Growing up as the oldest of three daughters was both a blessing and a curse. My parents gave me the most freedom but then tempered it with more responsibilities. Plus, I was the one who got blamed for everything. They say trouble flows downhill, but it didn’t work that way in the Sweet home. I was always the first one to be blamed. If all three of us were involved in the incident, my parents’ anger cooled by the time it got to Cora. Her major offenses where just minor inconveniences.

My mother always swore that having three girls within three years was the reason for her prematurely graying hair. My dad swears that Bethany and I used up all the sweet genes and left the sassiness for Cora.

“If we get a miracle.” My youngest sister insists, “I’m starting to think we bit off more than we can chew.”

“We’re going to whip this place into shape and have the best honey bun bakery in the entire country.” I school my features into a cool, confident mask before turning to my sisters. My effort falls flat as the two of them stare back, unimpressed with my confidence. So far, we’re pretty freaking unpopular in town. Most residents ignore our presence while a few actually bare their teeth when we approach.

“Uncle Stewart would roll over in his grave if he knew we spent our inheritance on this place,” Bethany groans. “He’s going to haunt us for sure.”

“Uncle Stewart told us to use the money to earn our independence,” I remind the Debbie downers. Our father’s elderly uncle lived with us for the last ten years of his hundred-year life. The fun, loving, bachelor millionaire was still a hoot in his old age. I’m not sure who caused more trouble in our home, him or us. “He wanted to give us the ability to make our own choices and have an exciting life.”

“I’m not sure buying a broken-down old building in a bear shifter community was what he had in mind.” Bethany holds her scraper up. “He definitely would’ve checked out the building before buying it.”

“We all agreed.” I refuse to let my sisters spin this around so it’s my fault. “Since it’s nearly impossible for humans to buy real estate in Honey Pot Hollow, the realtor told us we’d have to buy anything that came up listed on the human-accessible market.” This building isn’t in the best of shape, but the town council allowed non-shifter owners. “We had to jump on this opportunity.” No telling when another one would come available.

Years ago, our parents took us on a cross-country camping trip. When we stopped in Honey Pot Hollow, something called to all three of us. Bethany, Cora, and I all vowed to move to the predominantly shifter community one day. And here we are. Oof.

“While you two crabapples finish up the first round of cleaning, I’m going to head down to Growler’s Market and grab us something quick for dinner tonight.”

I don’t give my sisters time to argue. I pull off my work gloves and wash the grime off my hands before heading out the door. Hopefully, a pizza and a bottle of wine will improve their moods.

Feeling like a bug under a microscope, I sense every single eye in the grocery store following me as I make my way from aisle to aisle. I take a deep breath and force myself to keep shopping.

I round the corner without looking and ram my cart into another cart. “Oh, excuse me,” I quickly apologize, figuring I’m in so much trouble. The freaking town already hates us.

When the gorgeous woman glances up and smiles brightly, I look behind me to make sure her smile is for me. “That’s no problem, dear. It’s hard to see around the corners.” She steps close and holds out her hand. “I’m Ophelia Bearly, but please call me Momma Bear. Everyone else does.”

I shake her hand and smile back. “Mabel Sweet.”

“Did you buy the old bakery on Main Street?” That’s the most anyone in town has spoken to me since we moved here two weeks ago.

“I did.” I’m shocked a bear shifter is willing to speak to me in public. “My two sisters and I are hoping to open within a few weeks if we can get everything in shape.”


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