Bears With Me (Ursa Shifters, #2)

by Sam Hall

we were blessed in a way our American cousins would never be: they would never experience the delights of a Woolworths mud cake.

You have a freaking harem at your disposal. You have a responsibility to explore this shit—for science.”

“Was that a mum-on-mum smack down? Mumaggedon? A mumapocalypse? Damn, Meryl, that deserves the highest of fives because Nat’s mum is such a biii—”

I had made myself reliable, useful, practical and able to fit into almost any set of circumstances, but it was always me making concessions, not anyone else.