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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)

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When a cocky polar bear shifter meets the woman of his dreams, things are bound to get wild.

Being the last unmated Bearly sibling isn’t a problem. Not for me. My twin and the others can have their fated mates and cozy little lives, but I’m perfectly happy as Glacier Pass’s fun-loving bachelor. No mate, no strings, no complications. That’s the way I like it.

Until Louisa Baldwin moves to town.

She’s human. Gorgeous. Feisty. Her ice cream shop is the new hotspot in Glacier Pass, and every polar bear in town is smitten with her—myself included. But when I try to charm her, she doesn’t seem interested.

Louisa is human, and she isn’t looking for a shifter mate. But I’m not giving up so easily. Something about her calls to the bear in me, and for the first time in my life, I’m starting to think a mate might not be so bad.

Can I convince her to take a chance on me?

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Chapter 1

Gabe

I shuffle out of bed, feeling like I wrestled with a mad momma seal all goddamn night long. Glancing in the mirror, I see my hair standing up on end. Fuck. I need to shift a few times to help get rid of the run-over-by-a-truck look I’m rocking right now. I scratch at my stubble, wondering if it’s worth the effort today. Coffee first, grooming decisions later.

The kitchen is quiet except for the goddamn loud ass birds chirping outside the large window. I walk into my large, stainless steel kitchen and glance around. I’ve spent the last few years making sure this house is perfect, but lately, as I stand in this spacious, two-story log cabin, I’m starting to feel a little lonely.

With my siblings all mated and happy, I’m starting to fucking feel left out. I keep asking myself who needs all that mushy stuff anyway. Not me. My life is perfect the way it is. I answer myself.

“No, it isn’t. You’re fucking lonely and grouchy, and I’m tired of dealing with your stubborn ass,” my inner polar bear argues.

“Shut up.” I mentally flip him off before pouring myself a mug of the dark, strong coffee. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I already know who’s calling. Twin intuition tells me it’s Grant interrupting my peaceful morning ritual. Of course, he'd call now. He probably sensed my unease and decided to stick his nose in my business. I consider letting it ring out, but I know he’ll just call back.

“What the fuck do you want?” My voice comes out gravelly, even to my own ears.

“Morning, Sunshine!” Grant's annoyingly chipper voice ruffles my feathers.

“Bite my hairy ass,” I grunt into my mug, inhaling the rich aroma.

“No, thank you. I have a much prettier ass to bite here at home,” Grant teases, and I can practically hear his smirk through the phone.

“Not in the mood to listen to your shit. I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” I growl and take a sip of the black gold in my mug.

“You’re a goddamn polar bear shifter.” I can picture my twin rolling his eyes. “Coffee isn’t going to do shit for you.”

It’s true. Human stimulants don’t really have much effect on shifters, but I’ve learned to make my coffee strong enough to give me just a little kick. At least, that’s what I tell myself. Plus, I fucking love the taste. “Just let me enjoy my coffee without your goddamn input. Now, why the fuck did you call?”

“I felt your unease,” he expresses his worry like only a twin can.

The thing is, he's right. I have been feeling off. Restless. Like there's an itch in my bear skin I just can't seem to scratch. But I’m not sure what to do about it.

“I just need to spend a day in my bear form hunting,” I counter, trying to sound convincing. “Enjoying my peace and quiet now that you lot are all off playing house.”

Grant snorts. “If playing house means being exhausted as hell from nightly⁠—”

“Stop right there,” I interrupt him before I’m forced to listen to his bragging. “I don’t need you to go into play-by-play detail.” I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see it.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” he practically sings.

“If that’s all you need, I’m gonna hang up.”

“Grumpy fucker,” he growls under his breath. “I have another reason for calling. I thought you might want to check out the new ice cream parlor in town with me. I’ll buy you a banana split.” Oh. My inner polar bear perks up and nudges me hard. Grant knows how much my inner bear fucking loves banana splits.

I run a hand through my hair, trying to process why he thinks I’d want to eat ice cream right now. “Seriously?”

Grant laughs, completely ignoring my point. “I’ve heard it’s the best ice cream on earth.”

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Bearly Hot (Glacier Pass #3) Read Online Loni Ree http://www.ilovenovels.com/bearly-hot-glacier-pass-3-read-online-loni-ree Thu, 21 Nov 2024 13:37:09 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/bearly-hot-glacier-pass-3-read-online-loni-ree Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loni Ree Series: Glacier Pass Series by Loni Ree
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 17637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)

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Another set of Bearly siblings are getting their happily ever in Glacier Pass.If you like over-the-top, growly bear shifter, curvy girl instalove with a ton of humor, and tiny amount of drama these short stories are perfect for you.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter 1

Gianna

It’s five o’clock in the morning, and the sky over Glacier Pass is cloudy, with barely a hint of the sunrise that’s supposed to be peeking out any minute now. I stand outside Rise and Grind, my cozy little caffeine kingdom, juggling keys and hoping that today the espresso machine won’t stage a coup d'état. Considering it’s a temperamental beast with ambitions of world domination, I’d say my chances are fifty-fifty.

Alice, my new employee and a ball of perky energy far too awake for the crack of dawn, bounces beside me. She's all bright smiles and enthusiasm. “Good morning, Gianna! Ready to conquer the day?” she chirps, practically making chirping noises more bearable.

I give her a mock-serious look. “Alice, at this hour, I’m only ready to conquer my need for caffeine. Speaking of which, here’s hoping Bertha doesn’t blow a gasket today.”

With a loud jingle of keys, I finally manage to unlock the door, and we’re greeted by the familiar aroma of coffee that’s been gently haunting the shop since we opened a few years ago. The inviting interior has warm woods, cozy chairs, and soft lighting. A total opposite from the outside chill of our mostly-polar-bear shifter town.

Alice skips inside, expertly dodging chairs and tables even though she’s only been here a week. “So, what’s first on the agenda?” she asks, slipping on her apron with the deftness of a seasoned barista.

“First up, the star of the show,” I declare, motioning grandly to the espresso machine that has more personality than a soap opera villain. “Our precious, and often moody, Bertha. She requires gentle persuasion and loads of praise. Think of it like a grizzly in hibernation; if you poke it the wrong way, it might bite back.”

I launch into the basics, adjusting levers, pressing buttons, and explaining water jets and steam wands. Alice watches, wide-eyed, occasionally nodding. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bethany in the bakery next door, already rolling out dough like the overachiever she is. She catches my eye through the window, waving a flour-covered hand with the precision of someone who’s up and working before the birds think about chirping.

“Morning, Bethany!” I shout through the glass, just as Alice fumbles with the espresso lever, sending a shot of black gold into the air like a geyser timed for dramatic effect. “Watch out, Alice! She is testing to see if you can dodge espresso attacks.”

Bethany chuckles, mouthing something that looks suspiciously like “rookies,” and I grin. Her Honey Buns II is my shop’s best friend. I swear by her cinnamon buns, which are probably the reason half our town doesn’t hibernate all winter.

Alice manages to catch the next espresso perfectly, her earlier stumble replaced by a surge of triumph that’s as infectious as double shots on Monday. “Victory!” she cheers, and I can’t help but join her moment of glory.

“Wonderful, Alice. You’ve managed to dodge, weave, and caffeinate, the necessary trifecta in this business,” I say, snapping my fingers. “Now, let’s get things really rolling before folks start demanding their morning magic.”

While Esther, my older-than-dirt—her description, not mine--and longtime employee, whizzes through the early morning opening procedures, I continue Alice’s first-day orientation.

The door jangles open, and our first regular, Mr. Hemming, who’s practically here more than I am, comes tottering in like he owns the place. He grunts his usual greeting and I nod back. Alice eagerly takes his order, dancing around the counter with an enthusiasm that is genuinely charming. Hemming’s order hasn’t changed in years: a cappuccino with extra foam, “like fluffy snow on a mountain peak,” he always says.

Just as we’re settling into a smooth rhythm, an ominous sputter comes from the espresso machine. Its lights flicker like it’s adopting the role of a mechanical diva mid-performance. I give it a light whack, hoping a good jolt is all Bertha needs.

“Come on, you hunk of metal, work with me here,” I whisper under my breath, believing in being firm with the temperamental machine. Miraculously, Bertha hums back to life, rewarding my negotiation skills with espresso shots. Alice gives me a thumbs up and gets back to work filling orders.

The morning rush soon trickles in, a mix of polar bear shifters and the occasional grizzly or wolf, all looking for sugar and caffeine. Alice manages to keep up, her newness completely offset by excitement and extra helpings of charm.

As the crowd thins, Bethany pops in, balancing a tray of freshly baked goodies. “Thought you two might need a sugar boost,” she says, placing the tray on the counter.

“Bethany, you’re an angel in disguise!” Alice exclaims, eagerly eyeing Bethany’s offerings.

“Don’t let the disguise fool you,” I reply, trading jabs with my cousin’s wife. “She’s more like a sugar fairy with the potential for mischief.”

Bethany laughs. “Only the good kind of mischief, I promise.” She winks and points with a mischievous grin at the coffee machine. “I see you’re finally getting the hang of dealing with the old girl.”

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Bearly Chilly (Glacier Pass #2) Read Online Loni Ree http://www.ilovenovels.com/bearly-chilly-glacier-pass-2-read-online-loni-ree Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:31:48 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/bearly-chilly-glacier-pass-2-read-online-loni-ree Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal Authors: Loni Ree Series: Glacier Pass Series by Loni Ree
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)

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Another set of Bearly siblings are getting their happily ever in Glacier Pass.If you like over-the-top, growly bear shifter, curvy girl instalove with a ton of humor, and tiny amount of drama these short stories are perfect for you.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter 1

Grant

Snowflakes hit my windshield like tiny frozen bullets, each one adding to the sheet of white obscuring my view of the road ahead. The wipers are working overtime, battling the accumulating snow that's determined to blind me from the world outside. I'm driving through Arctic Mountain, the sort of small town that’s barely a speck on the map. Two hours from my home in Glacier Pass, I’m thinking how nice it will be to sit in front of my own fireplace with a glass of whiskey to warm me up.

It wasn’t supposed to snow this hard, but here it is, a storm that’s taken on a life of its own, rattling against the windows and making the world feel like it's going to be swallowed whole by white. I squint through the glass, trying to make out the road ahead, but it's futile; everything's blending into one seamless sheet of white.

My phone rings. I can barely hear it over the noise of the storm, but I know who it is before I even glance at the screen. Mom.

I click the answer button on my steering wheel. "Hey, Mom."

“Grant, where are you?” she asks without preamble.

“Just hit Arctic Mountain,” I reply, trying to sound calm, even though my nerves are beginning to fray.

“The news says there’s a blizzard warning. You need to stop and get off the road.”

“I’m fine, Mom. Just a couple more hours, and I’ll be home.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I know it’s the wrong fucking thing to say. “You know polar bears love the snow.”

There’s a pause filled with the hissing background noise of phone interference. I can imagine her sitting at the kitchen table, brow furrowed like she’s scolding me even through the phone.

“Don’t be a stubborn ass, Grant Winston Bearly. Polar bears love playing in the snow, not driving in it. You can still get seriously hurt if you get in an accident. Pull over and find a place to stay for the night.”

I flinch at the tone in her voice. She only uses my middle name when she's truly worried or totally pissed off. Despite my initial resistance, I know better than to ignore my mother. Reluctantly, I nod, even though she can’t see me.

“Son.” My dad enters the conversation. “Get your ass to a hotel so your mother can stop worrying.”

Since there’s no arguing with George Bearly, I sigh. “Okay. I’m looking for someplace to stay.”

“Good. Your mother doesn’t need any more gray hairs because of your stubbornness. Call us back when you get a room.”

“Yes, sir.” When my dad uses that tone of voice, I feel like a five-year-old all over again.

We hang up, and I focus on the road, scanning for signs of civilization through the swirling white. The headlights catch a wooden sign pointing to The Chilly Mountain Inn, its name painted in cheerful red letters that are now dusted with snow. It sits on the edge of town, barely visible through the thickening snow.

I turn into the snow-covered parking lot and pull into what I hope is a spot. I can see warm light spilling out from the windows and the outline of what looks to be a cozy lobby inside.

I step out into the frigid weather and grab my bag from the back seat before making a beeline for the entrance. While the outside temperature is near zero, I’m fairly comfortable thanks to my inner polar bear, but I’m dead tired.

The moment I step inside, I'm hit by a wave of warmth and the scent of something sweet. My inner polar bear wakes up and growls, reminding me I haven’t eaten a thing today.

The older woman behind the counter looks up, a pleasant smile on her face despite the late hour. "Rough night?" she asks, her eyes glancing briefly toward the swirling snow outside.

"You could say that," I reply with a nod, trying to shake off the discomfort. “It will be much better if you have an available room.”

"You're in luck. We’ve got a few rooms left," she says as she clicks through some reservations on the computer.

I fill out the necessary forms and hand over my credit card, my nose perking up, trying to find the source of the addicting scent.

“Here you go,” the receptionist says, handing me a key card. “Room 12, just down the hall. Breakfast is at seven if the weather clears enough for you to head out by then."

I thank her and grab the key before heading off toward my room. The day’s tension weighs heavily on my shoulders as I make my way down the short hall. Nothing about today has gone as planned. I had wanted to leave Anchorage much earlier so I would make it back to Glacier Pass before the storm blew in.

My new client overslept and missed our agreed meeting time. I tried to reach him for two hours, but he didn’t answer my calls. I was ready to call it a total loss and head home when he reached out and apologized for his screw-up.

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Bearly Frosty (Glacier Pass #1) Read Online Loni Ree http://www.ilovenovels.com/bearly-frosty-glacier-pass-1-read-online-loni-ree Sat, 31 Aug 2024 08:13:55 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/bearly-frosty-glacier-pass-1-read-online-loni-ree Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loni Ree Series: Glacier Pass Series by Loni Ree
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)

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Another set of Bearly siblings are getting their happily ever in Glacier Pass.

Hire a new office manager, they said.
It’ll help your stress level, they said.
They were wrong.
After dealing with an unscrupulous employee stealing my business’ secrets, I was leery about hiring a new office manager but my inner bear and family wouldn’t let up. To get them off my back, I let my sister set up an interview for the position.
Then my prospective employee shows up. One look at her stunning curves and big blue eyes and I know I’m in big trouble. The kind of trouble that lasts a lifetime.
Emilia Golden is not only the best employee I’ve ever hired, she’s also my mate. My inner polar bear doesn’t waste any time demanding I make her mine forever. And this time I’m going to listen.

If you like over-the-top, growly bear shifter, curvy girl instalove with a ton of humor, and a tiny amount of drama these short stories are perfect for you.

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Chapter 1

DILLON

“I’ll pay you five hundred dollars to finish doing the weekly payroll?” I groan and bang my head on the scarred wood desk, hoping to guilt my older brother into helping me with this pain-in-the-ass job. I have to send this shit to the bank by four o’clock if I want paychecks to deposit on time.

Grant doesn’t take the bait. “If you’d stop being a hardheaded prick and hire a new secretary, you wouldn’t be up to your goddamn eyeballs in alligators right now.” No shit, Sherlock. I’ve told myself the same damn thing thousands of times since my secretary stabbed me in the back. It’s hard to find someone I can trust with my business after the last one sold my secret bids to my asshole competition.

“I’ve got someone coming in to interview next week,” I growl and sit back in my chair. “But I’m not holding out any hope.” It’s been a fucking nightmare since I discovered Rhoda was financing her gambling habit by stealing my bids and selling them to Harold Helson, the biggest lying, cheating prick in town. “So far, I haven’t found anyone my bear doesn’t want to rip to shreds.”

I’d been friends with Rhoda since preschool, and my inner bear took her betrayal to heart. He’s determined to protect me at all costs, even if that means throwing a big old monkey wrench into the process of hiring a new employee.

“Stop being so freaking negative.” Gianna, my older sister, comes breezing in the office door holding two cups of coffee, interrupting my poor me moment.

“I’m going to start locking my front door,” I grumble, but we all know I’m blowing smoke. Having my business located at my home means my family members stop by any time the mood strikes them.

“Like that will stop me.” Gianna throws her long icy blonde hair over her shoulder. “I’d just use my key. Duh.”

“She has you there.” Grant’s arrogant smirk is a family trait.

I flip the fucker off before turning back to my sister. “Is there a reason for your unannounced visit?”

“Nope.” She smiles widely. “I just wanted to stop by and bug my baby brother.”

“Lucky me.”

“You are so lucky.” She ignores my true meaning. “I searched high and low and found the best candidate for your office manager position. I’ve heard Emilia Golden is a doll.”

“Did you have to go all the way to the East Coast to find a qualified candidate?” I grumble, mentally groaning at the thought of the huge check I wrote to pay for the prospective employee’s travel and lodging.

“She’s the top of her class.” Gianna rolls her eyes. “And she has companies lining up to hire her. Plus, she isn’t from around here so there’s no way Harold Helson has any dirt on her that he can use for bribes.”

“I feel so much better,” I grumble, not totally convinced I’ll ever find someone I can trust after Rhoda’s betrayal.

“Stop being so negative,” Gianna grumbles. When my mother and sister stepped in and insisted on finding me a new secretary, I didn’t have a hope of stopping the determined duo, so I let them have their way. My sister put her social media savvy to work and came up with the one candidate. “Her college professor sent a glowing recommendation, and she passed a phone interview with Mom.”

“That’s a miracle in itself,” Grant interjects. “Tilly Bearly can sniff a fraud a mile away.”

“It hurts my soul to agree with Grant, but he’s right so stop being a Negative Nelly.” Gianna places a steaming cup with “Rise & Grind” stamped on the side of it in front of me on the desk. “And shut up and drink your double shot of espresso.”

“How come you brought Grouchy McGrouchster here a cup of coffee and didn’t bring one for me, Squirt?” Grant has his poor me look down to an art.

“Because I had no idea you’d be here. Duh.” After growing up in a household with three polar bear shifter brothers, my grizzly shifter sister doesn’t take shit from anyone. “If you promise to stop calling me Squirt, you can have my coffee.” She hands the other cup to Grant, grumbling, “Or you could just stop by my coffee shop and get one for yourself.”

“I was planning to stop by Rise & Grind and Honey Buns II for breakfast, but I got distracted and drove straight here.” Grant shrugs. “Lucky for me, you took care of the coffee for me, Squ—” he pauses and switches direction as she glares at him, “I mean… little sister.”

“Nice save,” she huffs.

Our family is a mixed shifter family. When our dad, a grizzly shifter from Honey Pot Hollow, came to town years ago for work, he met our polar bear shifter mother and fell head over heels. Or in shifter talk, his inner bear roared “mine” and it was a done deal. Since polar bear DNA is stronger than grizzly DNA, there’s a greater chance of having polar bear cubs. My parents ended up with three male polar bear cubs and one female grizzly cub. First, they had my twin brothers, Gabe and Grant, and then Gianna came along two years later. They saved the best for last and had me a year and a half after my sister.

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