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  SHARED BY THE BEAR CLAN

  Complete Series Box Set

  Alpha Werebear Ménage Romance

  (c)2015-16 Lynn Red

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  Bear With Me

  Bearly Breathing

  Bearly Hanging On

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  The Jamesburg Shifters Volume 1

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  Werewolf Wedding

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Also By Lynn Red

  Shared by the Bear Clan Book One

  Book Two – Torn

  Book Three – Ravaged

  Book Four – Mated

  Special Epilogue – United

  Book One | 1

  2

  Book Two – Torn | 1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  Book Three – Ravaged | 1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  Book Four – Mated | 1

  2

  3

  Epilogue – United

  Special Excerpts and offers! | Want more Jamesburg? Check out part one now! | To Catch a Wolf

  The Fox and Her Bear

  Hare Today, Bear Tomorrow

  Can’t Bear to Run

  Lion in Wait

  Bearly Hanging On

  Two Bears Are Better Than One

  Further Reading: Bearing It All

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  About the Author

  Shared by the Bear Clan Book One

  Wild, fierce, desperate dreams.

  Adriana’s dreams of terrifying bears that turn from man to beast haunt her waking hours.

  She awakes longing for them, wishing they were her reality.

  Her days are spent teaching, and her nights wondering if the fire will ever come back to her strained relationship. Wandering the forest for a seventh grade field trip, Adriana has NO idea that her world is about to turn upside down.

  Three alphas of an ancient werebear clan are locked in a life and death struggle with the blood-thirsty wolves that share their forest. Craze, Wild and Grave know they need to find a mate before their clan crumbles into dust, but where… and how?

  When the bears hear blood-curdling wolf howls in their woods and find Adriana fighting off a handful of wolves, there’s no question: this woman with the axe in her hand is the mate they’ve been hunting. She drops her guard and knows that those dreams? They were more real than she ever knew.

  But it’s a race against time and against fate. If the clan can’t survive the wolves, they’ll never be able to rebuild… and when Adriana finds her new life too strange for words will she run back to the life she’s always known? Or will she stay and be SHARED BY THE BEAR CLAN?

  Book Two – Torn

  After finally finding the big, bad bear-shifters she’s dreamed of her entire life, Adriana is about to have them ripped away.

  With her old life a distant memory, this teacher-turned-warrior has taken to her new reality as mate to three huge bears.

  Craze, Wild, and Grave might have their mate, but now they have another problem. The three alphas know they have to keep their mate safe, even if she’s proven she can take care of herself. But war between their bear clan and the feral wolves that hole up nearby has reached a fever pitch.

  With Adriana and her three bears struggling to deal with realities of life as a foursome, a danger from Ade’s past slips out of the shadows. Will the raw, passionate, desperate love she and the bears share grow until they save their clan? Or will the raging horror of war and betrayal tear them all apart?

  Book Three – Ravaged

  Finding love is hard, no doubt about it.

  But when you’re caught between three big, bad, muscled-up alpha werebears? Surviving love becomes a WHOLE lot harder than finding it. And when those three alpha bears are locked in a life and death struggle with a pack of wild werewolves led by your ex-boyfriend?

  “Hard” doesn’t begin to describe it.

  With the bears fighting tooth and claw to save their pack, Adriana is caught right in the middle of a hellish war that’s getting worse by the second. The wolves are hell-bent on making sure the bear clan is destroyed once and for all – they’ll burn the woods, they’ll gas the bear cubs, nothing can stop them.

  Nothing that is, except Adriana and her three mates. Torn between their love for each other, and the need to save their clan from certain doom, will they survive the ravaging war with their bond intact? Or will Adriana’s nasty ex, and his werewolf slaves, burn the world to the ground?

  Book Four – Mated

  After decades of a normal life, Adriana has been sucked into a world of magic, of werewolves, and best of all… three muscled-up werebear alphas who all call her MATE.

  A wild, passionate, desperate mating ritual is the only thing that can save their ailing bear clan. Sounds simple, but with Adriana and her bears trapped in a werewolf stronghold, elaborate rituals are the last thing on her mind.

  They’ve got to get away, and get back to the forest they call home. If they manage, they’ll be able to save their clan. If not? Everyone—cubs, alphas, and Ade herself—won’t live to see morning.

  The only thing that can save this unlikely foursome is their courage, and the love that links them… holds them… and keeps them alive

  Special Epilogue – United

  With the hell of war a recent memory, Adriana and her bears pack up and move the clan north. They want to get as far away from the ravages of the past as they can to start a new life, a new legacy… but when a pair of shifters from a nearby town come to welcome the clan to the area, things begin to look… weird.

  Will the bear clan embrace their new home and their new neighbors, or will their new neighbors prove even harder to live with than a pack of feral werewolves?

  Book One

  1

  When it started, it came in dreams.

  Jagged, confused, mysterious dreams that clung to my consciousness long after I’d awakened.

  The sort of dreams that come right after falling asleep, and aren’t ever far from my mind.

  “War’s on,” Grave snorted, right before he wiped the blood off his face that was just then reverting to something resembling a human mouth. When he’s a bear, well, things are
different. Things are more wild, more feral. I don’t like the word ‘savage’ but there you go. Sometimes, you just gotta call a thing what it is.

  “There’s no war,” Craze said. “At least, there won’t be if I have anything to say about it. I’ll gut those wolves before they have a chance to pull anything. Ade, come over here and give me a hand.”

  I stood up, let my legs stretch for a moment, and then crossed the surprisingly soft ground to where he was crouched. Even in the dim orange of the fire-lit cave we call a home, Craze’s burning orange eyes pierced my soul. It had been that way from the beginning, back when I was just wandering the woods, and trying to make sense of what the hell my life had turned into. He looked at me, maybe clenched his jaws some, and there wasn’t anything I could do.

  It was like every shred of my being wanted to give itself to him.

  Of course, then the others came.

  Grave, with his stony gray eyes and hard, scarred face sent a different kind of stir through me.

  Wild was, oddly, the calmest of my three mates, the three alphas of this werebear clan that I had somehow fallen into. When he was human, his hair hung around his face in black curls, but when he was a bear, his thick, hard fur was almost golden. His name came from his tendency to refuse anything that resembled comfort, more than his personality.

  As I stared into his eyes, and then caught Craze and Grave’s glance, I knew what was coming.

  The three of them moved toward me like ghosts in the night, mist floating over a river, except much larger, much stronger and much more—

  “Ade?”

  I felt myself shake. Unearthly tingling sensations ran from my heels up my back. The shaking grew stronger, like I was being jarred from—

  “Ade! Wake up! You were having one of your dreams again, talking about some bear or something. I swear to God you’re gonna give me a heart attack!”

  My eyes shot open and immediately I felt that awful gravity of waking up from a dream that seemed more real than the rest of reality stapled together.

  I took a deep breath. “Todd?” I asked in the darkness. “I… sorry,” I said. “I don’t know why I keep having them. They just seem so real. Sometimes I think they’re like past lives or something stupid. I don’t know.”

  My boyfriend, a decent enough guy—nice most of the time, but a real asshole the other part—rolled over on his elbow, and let out a loud sigh to let me know what he thought of my dreams. “Anyway,” he said, “go back to sleep. It’s quarter of three and I need to get some rest if I’m gonna go work the rest of the day. And no more bears. I’m serious this time, Adriana.”

  I chuffed laughter. I mean, what else are you gonna do when someone says that to you? He rolled over and seconds later was snoring away, happy as can be.

  Me? Not so much.

  All I could do was sit there in the dark, in the slightly damp cool of a Florida winter, and wonder why the hell I kept dreaming of a magical clan of bears that turned into people. I mean, I get it, I’ve read books before, I’ve seen television, but these dreams had a power to them. They had a sense of being that I couldn’t deny.

  And past that? I really, really liked them. So anyway, I lay there, staring at the ceiling and watching the fan blades slide through the glassy, silvery darkness, cutting shadows through the stream of moonlight that came in through the window I insisted on keeping open even though it was in the 40s outside.

  It was nice, just sitting there breathing, but the only thing I could think of was the warm, leathery, earthen smell of the cave from my dream. Well, that, and how close those three bears had gotten before Todd woke me up.

  I didn’t dream any more that night, at least not that I remember. But what I do remember, is that somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was more than just a dumb fantasy. I knew there was something to these three bizarre, incredible bears that I didn’t understand but that I would.

  Of course, like these stories always go, exactly what there was to them, I’d never believe.

  And if you asked me a week before if I thought I’d be the queen of a werebear clan who was in the middle of a war over me? If I’d have three ravishing mates who couldn’t keep their hands off me for more than, lets say fifteen or twenty minutes at a time?

  Well, hell, I’d think what any sane person would think – of course not! That sort of thing doesn’t exist, that’s just for movies, for books and for X-Files reruns. Or more accurately, for weird late-night softcore movie-channel flicks.

  Then again, if you told me when I was fifteen that I’d come out of the University of Florida with a degree in some super weird niche of chemistry, and that I’d spend the next ten years of my life teaching high school kids what happens when you pour vinegar onto baking soda, I would’ve called you nuts too.

  Funny how things work out isn’t it? Funny might not be the right word – right is more like it, even if you laugh about what right turned out to be.

  *

  I’d almost forgotten the dream. Like, I’d almost manage to push it out of my mind when, two weeks later, I woke up in a daze. Todd was already gone, as was usual, when I rolled out of bed and checked my phone.

  I was really pissed. Almost like I’d forgotten something.

  Swiping the screen I almost choked on my yawn when I read that there was a field trip. Oh lord, I thought. How could I have forgotten?

  I threw on some jeans and a DAVIDSON MIDDLE SCHOOL tee that didn’t fit right since I hadn’t bothered getting a new one in about four years, and let’s be serious – who, exactly, doesn’t gain a few pounds in four years? The last thing I had time to do before I was out the door and into my Explorer was to make, and slug down, a very large cup of coffee in what must be world record time. My hair was all over the place, my face looked like I’d slept squarely on one cheek for eight hours, because I had, but what the hell; field trips into the woods are supposed to be natural experiences, right? Ain’t gonna hurt anyone to see their teacher au naturel.

  *

  The bus ride was chaotic, loud, kinda funny—pretty much what you’d expect from a yellow hammer full of 7th graders. We got to the picnic grounds around noon, and I could already tell something strange was in the air.

  Call it a tingle, or a sensation, it’s hard to say exactly. But there was definitely something going on that wasn’t entirely normal. The sky had a slightly amber hue, which isn’t all that weird, considering the amount of afternoon rains that come through here, but the normal chill had gone. There was almost a swampy, smothering feel to the world, which yeah I know, Florida, but that’s not the norm for late November.

  “Miss Walker?” it was Janice Akerman, one of my favorite students. Little blond girl, giant blue eyes that always seemed to be lost in surprise, and as sweet as can be, pulling on my shirt. “Somebody saw a bear off in the woods.”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “Really? Who saw it?”

  Trust me – when you’re talking about 7th grade boys, the things they’ll say to scare 7th grade girls have no bounds. I always have to make sure things like bear sightings are from reliable sources.

  “Iunno,” she said with the sort of lisp that’s so adorable it makes your heart ache. “I heard some boys talking about it and then I asked Mr. Miller and he was gettin’ everbody together.” Her ‘th’ sounds all came out as ‘v’ ones. Like I said, adorable as hell.

  “Mr. Miller? Really?” before she could answer, she went skipping off. Sure enough when I looked over toward the buses, a small group of kids were gathered there, and Dave Miller, the gray-and-good-looking Social Studies teacher, was hurrying around busily trying to take a headcount.

  “Did I hear something about a bear?” I asked, sidling up beside Dave and his clipboard. “Because I’m guessing you just got taken by some—”

  Through the trees, somewhere just past the line of green that blocked my vision came a roar so brutal, so fierce, that it made my throat hurt just thinking about whatever creature had produced it. Toward the east, the leav
es shook on the trees, or what was left of them at least. A little trembling army of green caught my attention for just a moment and then a second ear-shattering call came from the west.

  “That was… different,” I said.

  “Sounds like we’re in the middle of a fight,” Dave said passively. “I’m guessing this wasn’t a teenage prank.”

  Just like that, he was back with his nose to the clipboard, checking off names. When he didn’t react to a second blast of noise, I almost considered that I might be the only one hearing them. That of course, was ridiculous, but so was this guy being this chill when we were in between what sounded like a forest creature Waterloo. “How are you so calm?”

  “What would you have me do? Throw my arms in the air and fly into a panic? We’ve gotta get these kids on the bus and get the hell out of here before we end up with a lawsuit.”

  I’d always known he was a pretty calculating guy, but worrying about a lawsuit as the first order of issue was a little shocking even for me. I didn’t have long to think about that though because just as I’d sunk into considering his frigid personality, another pair of sounds—I can’t even really describe them as roars or howls—erupted from either side of us.

  Only thing is, this time it was a lot closer.

  The swampy playground we were hanging out in had a fringe of green all around it. I’d never thought twice about what lie outside the clearing, even though I’d been to this place at least fifteen times in my tenure as a science teacher. And I’d certainly never heard anything like this going on.

  “They’re getting closer,” he said. “Quite a bit, sounds like. God damn it.”

  “I’ve never heard you curse,” I said. I wasn’t sure if it was true, but given his normal predisposition to be as stiff as humanly possible, yeah it probably was. “What’s wrong?”

  “One’s missing,” he said.

  Immediately my heart sunk into the depths of my guts. A shiver crept through me and then burst out in a wash of hard-peaked bumps all over my arms and chest. “What do you mean?” I asked. “How can one be missing?”

  He shrugged. “Must’ve wandered off somewhere.”