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The next part of my Kiwi bear

And just a reminder that this might get frisky...

Soon they were speeding along the highway beside the huge lake. Lights rippled on its inky surface, and the trail of moonlight danced and fractured under the starry sky. His hand wandered to her nearest thigh and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Atarangi returned the favour, and then trailed her fingers down to his knee and back again. Or surely somewhat higher?

Adam grunted. “Trying to distract me, pretty girl? I’m on the home stretch of road now, so as long as we don’t hit a tree you can do that all you like.” He turned off the main highway beside a very rural looking mail-box. Stones began to rattle against the underside of the Jeep and the trees closed around them in a forbidding tunnel. “Don’t want to make it too welcoming,” he said in answer to her raised eyebrows. “If we keep the access looking rough, not many people bother coming as far as the lodge.” He switched the headlights to full for better visibility.

She gave his thigh a friendly squeeze. “I don’t remember this from last night.”

“You were pretty shocked, all things considered. I’m not surprised.”

The Jeep ploughed on for another minute or so.

“Do you…” She hesitated.

He glanced sideways. “Do I what?”

She stroked down to his knee. “I don’t mean just you. Do all of you prefer to be bears or men? Dex was a man last night.”

Third episode of Kiwi Bear - a free read for you

Remember - you can read the first two parts by scrolling down. We're getting a little sexy now, so don't continue if you'll be offended.

He collected her the following evening in his big black Jeep, braving the inspections of two bony sisters and the stern glare and nose-pressing hongi greeting from her white-haired grandfather.

“Keep my mokopuna safe,” the old man instructed.

“Koro! He’s already rescued me once,” Atarangi exclaimed. “There’s not a dangerous bone in his body.” She sent Adam a wink.

“Home by midnight. I’ll leave the door unlocked,” the old boy replied.

Atarangi bristled. “I’m twenty-one. Not a teenager.”

“And I’m not a fool, Atarangi. I see the way this man looks at you.”

“She’s beautiful,” Adam inserted. “A treasure to be guarded. I’ll take care of her, never fear.” And he would, because she set all his senses alight in her high-necked black dress and strappy red sandals.

She’s hiding her body, but I know what’s under that modest disguise.

“I’ll be safer with him than anyone else,” Atarangi muttered.

“I’m pleased to hear it,” the old man said, nodding sagely. “Enjoy your dinner.”

Adam drew the door closed behind them and placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked toward the Jeep. The heat of her flesh burned through what felt like one thin layer of fabric, and he wanted that fabric gone in hurry.

More of Kiwi Bear

Okay, here we go for the next installment of this fun story. If you missed the start, it's right below. Just scroll down.

Adam picked her up before she could object further. One of his arms wrapped around her hourglass waist, the other slid under fleshy thighs. She squeaked as he lifted her, and then flung an arm around his neck to steady herself. Adam cuddled her close, smiling to himself, and loving that she was a beautiful curvy woman who seemed to have no idea of her attractions. Her amazing breasts were now only inches from his lips. Her long hair trailed over his naked shoulder and back, tickling and tempting. He turned his head, buried his nose in it, and inhaled deeply.

“How did he manage to get you here?” he asked as he carried her out into the darkening trees.

She huffed her annoyance. “He didn’t. He was already lurking around and just grabbed me.”

“And why are you here? On your own? In the half dark?”

She struggled to get down, but Adam held tight. The scent rising from her skin had given him almost superhuman strength, and again he felt the bear stirring inside him.

Her heavenly breasts rose as she took a deep breath. “I came for a private swim. I’ve got skinny sisters, okay? I don’t like comparing myself with them. I sometimes row along to here because it’s private and safe.”

“Not so safe tonight,” he muttered. “And he jumped you? He had that chain with him?”

Kiwi Bear 1 - Adam

This week's 'Extra! Extra!' is the start of a shifter novella I've been writing for fun. A free read for you - and the next two or three parts will follow each week until I publish it with this cover. Hope you enjoy!

                               Kris Pearson - cover, Sniffing Her Out

 

Adam Malone sniffed the air and let his kayak drift in the evening silence. The scent of a woman wafted just above Lake Taupo’s shimmering surface. A young woman. He turned his head, sniffing again. Yes, there she was—female, fertile, and with waves of fear mixed into her signature pheromones.

Why was she here? Why was she spooked? And more importantly, who was doing the spooking?

He took another deep, slow sniff. The grassy aroma of raupo—the Māori name for the luxuriant ‘bullrushes’ as many Kiwis called them—entered his sensitive nostrils.

Water-smells.

Bird-scents.

And again that enticing female fragrance. Delicate. Delicious. Calling to the male in him. It was more than time he found his mate and gave the world a few cubs. His lodge at the compound had been designed for family life—but so far, no family. And as the oldest of the brothers, he should set the example. He knew this, but finding his mate was proving harder than expected. Could it be her?

Apple Shortcake

This isn’t a blog as such, although sometimes it will be. It could also be one of my favourite recipes, a free story, or something beautiful that’s just appeared in our garden. Watch this space…

Our apple tree is weighed down with lovely fruit right now, so I’ve decided to share my Apple Shortcake recipe with you. This is written in very curly handwriting (in pencil!) by a lovely Scottish lady called Margaret who I worked with many years ago. There are exactly fourteen words of instruction in her version, so I’ll add a few more for the sake of clarity.

Heat your oven to 400 Fahrenheit or 200 Celsius

8 oz (or 225 grams) of plain flour

1 tsp baking powder. OR of course you can use self-raising flour with no baking powder.

3 oz (or 80 grams) of white sugar

4 oz (or 110 grams) of butter at room temperature.

Combine these until they’re like breadcrumbs. Then add one egg.  You may also need to add a few drops of cold water, depending on the size of the egg. Don’t make it too sticky!

Divide the resulting dough almost in half. Roll or pat the larger portion out to line a flan dish or pie plate. Mine is eight and a half inches (21 cm) across. Of course you can make double for a whopper.

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