Axman Werebear (Saw Bears Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

that she was awed by the beauty of the wild land. Down in the valley, she got her first glimpse of the Asheland Mobile Park.
    It was exactly how she’d expected it to be, worn down, ratty homes in a couple of rows, bisected by a dirt road. What did surprise her was that the yards were all perfectly manicured and mowed. Granted, they were one hundred percent weeds and wild flowers and not the soft Bermuda that graced Father’s sizable yard, but at least the bears here seemed to take some pride in their dwellings.
    “We’re home,” Bruiser said softly as he pulled in front of a trailer with the number 1010 nailed crookedly beside the dilapidated front door.
    Without another word, he exited the truck and snatched her suitcase from the back, then stomped up the front stairs and disappeared inside.
    The unstained and splintering stairs creaked under her footfall as she approached the open doorway.
    A light flicked on inside, and she stepped into a musty singlewide. It was actually much nicer than she’d imagined it would be from the outside. A living area took up most of the main room, and a kitchen adorned with white cabinets and natural wood counters was to the left.
    When she took a step forward, her foot sank into a squishy place in the fake wood floors. Lovely. Bruiser had disappeared with her suitcase into a room on the other side of the kitchen, but when she moved to join him, a brown rodent ran across the floor.
    She narrowed her eyes at the creature and called out, “Bruiser, there’s a mouse in here.” Who was apparently not afraid of people.
    “That’s Nards,” came the muffled reply.
    “Nards?”
    “Yeah.” Bruiser sauntered back into the kitchen and leaned his hips against the counter by the baby-diarrhea-colored sink. “Nards, like balls. Look at his giant testicles. Denison named him.”
    “Of course he did.”
    “Look, why don’t you get off your high horse and be thankful that you’ll have a roommate. Now you won’t be all alone in here.”
    “Wait, I thought you were my roommate.”
    “No, I’m your reluctant and apparently unnecessary husband. That don’t mean we have to live together. My trailer is next door on the left if you need anything.”
    “You don’t want to live with me?” She was baffled. Perhaps she’d imagined marriage all wrong. Maybe it really was just fucking and then going about the day like they didn’t know each other.
    “You just called me a murderer.” He gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, then dropped the expression. He looked the way she did in the mirror when she practiced being a good dragon. That look on his face blanketed her with a chill. “It’s clear you want to be married about as much as I do, so let’s just make this easy on both of us and try to be friends.”
    “Friends,” she repeated low.
    “Yeah, like your dad and mom were.”
    “They weren’t friends. They were a business arrangement.”
    “Sounds familiar.”
    “You’re being insensitive and mean now.”
    “Or,” he growled out, approaching her slowly, “I’m tapping into my mother’s dragon lineage and using it as an excuse to say hurtful things.”
    Touché big, sexy, irritating, hillbilly bear.
    Diem held her ground as Bruiser invaded her space.
    “You can feel, can’t you?” he asked in that husky, deep voice that she was already becoming attuned to.
    Diem blinked slowly, deliberately. “No.”
    Bruiser hooked his finger under her chin and lifted. Then he leaned forward, eyes daring her to run, and kissed her. This wasn’t like their wedding kiss. It was rougher and felt different. Where their first kiss had brought on a disconcerting tingling sensation between her legs, this one warmed her from the middle downward. His jaw moved as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, and he gripped the back of her head so she couldn’t escape. A helpless and mortifying moan escaped her as he eased her against the wall. His hand slipped from her face to her waist, and with