Liam Ahern will never win the prize of most popular shifter. In fact, he’s what you’d call a grumpy grizzly. However, when he sees a woman crawling by the roadside one night his instinct is to help and then protect.
Lucy Hunt needed to get to the middle of nowhere, but nowhere quickly became a scary place, especially when she was fleeing a sex crazed trucker. But along comes her knight in shining armor who not only takes her to a hospital where they’re be no questions asked, but offers her temporary sanctuary while she hides out in Montana.
Can Lucy reform this once mean-spirited grizzly and make him see that humans aren’t all bad? Or will Liam’s overbearing protectiveness, and his bear’s instinct to protect what he loves destroy their future?
Liam pushed down on the clutch and eased the car into fourth. This one had been a total bitch to fix, but it was finally slipping into top gear without any hassle. He accelerated just a little more. He loved this particular stretch of road––even more so at this time of night. Traffic was very light, cops weren’t ever around, and he could safely use it to test the cars he’d fixed without worry of getting a speeding ticket or other cars getting in his way.
The old Mustang now galloped along like a new one. He’d picked it up dirt-cheap, online, and had put a lot of time and effort into making her shine again. The engine purred as he headed deeper into the middle of nowhere. He was almost tempted to keep this one––but he had too many already filling up the garage. Next week he’d put the Mustang up for sale, and the profits would go toward expanding the business.
Liam reached for the button on the radio and cranked up the music. He looked ahead to the stars twinkling and thought of his old home that had been up there somewhere. He still missed it and always would. He tapped his fingers on the wheel, wondering how much he should ask for the car. A big rig roared out of nowhere and began hogging most of the highway. It passed Liam so fast it sent up dust and forced him to take the Mustang’s right wheels over onto the shoulder.
“What’s your hurry, asshole?” said Liam, knowing the driver couldn’t hear him. Still, it felt good to get his frustration out.
Liam righted the car and made his way up the hill before heading to the stretch of road that led into the valley. The stars sure were beautiful tonight, which reminded him he was taking his nephew to their family group’s stargazing gathering soon. Sam was going to love seeing where his ancestors came from.
He momentarily took his eyes off the road to switch radio stations but when he looked back he noticed something by the shoulder. At first, Liam thought maybe the rig had just hit a deer. However, before long he saw it was a human and by the long hair, he guessed it was a woman. Liam swerved so he didn’t run over her arms where she was now crawling into the road. The car jumped around and the wheels skidded in the gravel.
“Shit, shit,” said Liam. It spun around and Liam found himself facing the other direction before it came to a stop. He glanced out, thinking maybe his eyes had deceived him … but sure enough, it was a woman crawling alongside the road.
He got out of the car and began to run toward her. By the slowness of her movement he’d guess she was injured. Maybe the asshole trucker had hit her.
“Help, help me, please someone help me,” he heard her cry out.
He picked up his pace when he saw her go still.
Liam went to his knees just in front of her head as she lay on the ground. For one awful moment, he thought maybe she was dead––but then she looked up at him. The stars’ brightness offered enough light to see that she had a cut on her left cheek, and her forehead looked pretty scraped up too. As she tried to sit up, he also saw the front of her t-shirt was ripped, exposing her bra and part of her breast.
“Please, help me … dear God, please get me out of here,” she said, putting her hand out to him.