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    For Shift's Sake: Banford and Beauty Bears, #3
    For Shift's Sake: Banford and Beauty Bears, #3
    For Shift's Sake: Banford and Beauty Bears, #3
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    For Shift's Sake: Banford and Beauty Bears, #3

    By Mina Carter

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    Bobbi Bradbury has man trouble. Local bully boy, Conrad Jackson, has decided she's his Miss. Right but as far as she's concerned, he couldn't be more Mr.Wrong. Unfortunately, he's not taking no for an answer. The charm offensive is over and it seems he's looking to take what he wants, no matter her thoughts on the matter.

    Reese Connor is out of the army and on his way to Vegas. The open road, no bullets flying past his head...it's all this scarred and weary werebear wants. Until his old buddy calls in a favour. Operation: protection. His buddy's little sister is in some kind of trouble. Fine. He'll check in and bust a few heads then carry on his merry way...

    But the path to Vegas never runs smoothly and Reese finds himself between the devil and the deep blue sea. His buddy's little sister is less sweet and innocent and more sexy and seriously curved. And his mate.

    The kicker? She doesn't know about werebears. The second kicker? His buddy'll kill him for touching his little sister. And if that wasn't enough, someone out there is determined that he won't have Bobbi...ever. And they'll put her six feet under to stop him.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMina Carter
    Release dateDec 1, 2015
    ISBN9781519926197
    For Shift's Sake: Banford and Beauty Bears, #3
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    Mina Carter

    Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband, daughter and a cat who moved in and never left. Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity, Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few. A full-time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She's addicted to coffee and Dairy-lea cheese triangles.

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      For Shift's Sake - Mina Carter

      CHAPTER 1

      ABritish werebear in Banford.

      Reese Connor’s lips quirked up in sardonic amusement. It sounded like a crap B movie, but it was nothing less than the truth. He was British. He was a werebear, or more technically correct, an ursanthrope. But he was, indeed, in a bloody backwater town called Banford.

      He was only here under protest—extreme protest since he’d been heading across country to Vegas. Well, that had been the plan until an old buddy called with a problem. He’d only agreed because it sounded like Danny was about to cry, which was bullshit really. Reese couldn’t imagine Daniel Bradbury crying. Ever.

      Like Reese, he was a bear shifter. Also like Reese, he’d bounced around several elite units until they’d found themselves on a multinational team so covert it didn’t even have a name. Just a number. S-17.

      No, Danny wouldn’t have cried, but he might have broken into song, which was almost as bad. To say the guy sang as well as a duck with a cold was an insult to ducks.

      I didn’t know you had a sister, was his first comment when Danny finished speaking.

      And he hadn’t. Despite the fact they’d shared blood, sweat, and more firefights than either cared to count, at no point had Danny ever mentioned his family. Of course, Reese knew he probably had one. Werebears didn’t just spring out of nowhere, fully formed. Until now, though, the subject of Danny’s family had been an abstract concept.

      You didn’t tell me your mom was as hot as fuck, so that makes us even.

      Reese had sighed, shaking his head as traffic hurtled by him where he’d pulled his bike to the side of the road. The mom joke, he’d expected that one. He should never have shown Danny that picture of his family.

      Fuck me, Bradbury. Do you have any barriers?

      Yeah, yeah. That’s what she said.

      Reese had been forced to laugh. "Dickhead."

      Bitch. Anyway, listen. Danny had fallen serious. I’m stuck out of the country at the moment or I’d go myself. Since you’ve got fuck all to do in your cushy retirement there, I figured you could swing by on your way to Vegas. It’s a small town called Banford…

      Las Vegas. That had been the plan. Down the country, then across. After so many years fighting for Queen and country in the arse end of beyond, he didn’t care how long it took. It was nice to feel the wind in his hair rather than passing bullets and a chance he’d never thought he’d get. Men like him didn’t often get happily ever after, or retirement. Usually they went down in a blaze of glory in some shithole no one cared about. Very few mourned their passing.

      Yeah, got it. What’s your sister’s name?

      Thanks, bud. It’s Bobbi. Bobbi Bradbury.

      He’d sensed Danny’s relief despite the miles that separated them. He had no idea where Danny was and the guy wouldn’t have told him if he asked. That was the nature of what they did. What he used to do. And Reese?

      Yeah?

      He hadn’t really been listening as he spread a roadmap over the gas tank in front of him. Sure, he had GPS but he’d been in too many places without the ability to charge electronic equipment to be comfortable traveling without a map and compass.

      You could take the bear out of the army and all that…

      She doesn’t know about us. And I’m not talking about the secret squirrel shit.

      Five little words and he’d frozen, gaze fixed on the map unseeingly.

      Never thought I’d hear myself saying this, but I sure as fuck hope you’re talking about all those hot showers and long walks on the beach.

      Dude, I told you never to tell anyone about those, Danny threw back with a chuckle. Seriously, though, she’s human. No bear in there at all.

      Huh. Reese had sat back, bike balanced between his thighs. For once he was at a loss for words.

      Mom wanted a little girl, and well, you know how it is…

      Yeah, he did. Some ursanthrope couples struggled to have kids. No one knew why.

      So they adopted Bobbi, but they never told her. After they passed, I just didn’t have the heart. I didn’t want to change her memories of them, you know?

      Yeah, I hear you. No problem, bud. Won’t take me long to get there.

      And it hadn’t. Turning the bike around, just a few hours later Reese had become a British werebear in Banford…

      Actually, he mused as he sat in the one local diner and swirled the coffee in his mug, it sounded like a bad porno. Perhaps he should hit up a bar and see if he could pick up a sexy local for some fun.

      His bear growled at the thought but he ignored it. The contrary beast had been getting grumpier over the last year, always searching for that unique scent that would mark their mate. Reese knew it was never going to happen, and he’d resigned himself to that fact, but it seemed his bear still lived in hope. Perhaps in Vegas… All he had to do here was check up on Danny’s sister and he’d be on his way. Shouldn’t take more than a day or so.

      Reese looked up to study the black-haired waitress behind the counter. Young, she had an edgy style he wasn’t quite feeling, like it was a mask she used to fend off the world. Not what he expected. But she was here, and see in the diner was the only answer he’d been given when he enquired after Bobbi Bradbury.

      So far, he was totally failing to see any family resemblance between emo-chick glaring at her phone behind the counter and his friend. Yeah, sure, they weren’t biologically related but they’d been brought up in the same house by the same people. There should be some similarities. He sighed to himself as he swallowed the last mouthful of coffee in the bottom of the mug.

      Great, he got to babysit a brat. Danny so owed him one…screw it, make that several…for this.

      Putting his mug down, Reese began to slide out of the booth. All the furnishings in the diner seemed to be rejects from the fifties and not built to accommodate his six-foot-four frame. Bears were built big and he was no exception. Big and with his former occupation having kept him in prime physical condition, he looked like a total gym bunny.

      Amusement rolled through him at the thought. A gym bunny with a penchant for heavy weaponry and explosives.

      The bell on the door jangled but the sound wasn’t what froze him in his tracks. Instead, it was the rabbit in the headlights look on emo-chick’s face. It was a look of fear. One that spoke of the desire to run far and fast, but edged with the steely determination not to. His estimation of emo-chick shot up. He’d have expected her to cut and run at the first sign of trouble.

      Two men strode into the diner like they owned it. They were suited and booted but he’d eat his hat if they were office workers. Not looking like they’d been crammed into those suits with Vaseline and a shoehorn. No, they had the heavy builds and predatory manner of the professional bruiser. He should know. It was a role he’d often played.

      Easing his ass back into the seat, he pretended like he had a full mug of coffee and zero interest in the world around him. It was a rare skill for a man as big as he was to go unnoticed but he’d always had a talent for it. The science bods on the team said it was something to do with his bear’s hunting technique combined with his military training. He didn’t know, didn’t care. It came in handy on occasion. Like now.

      "Andy.

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