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have been more blessed, or happier.
     
    Although sometimes, on the night of the full moon, I could have sworn he left our bed to romp through the forests. On those nights, my dreams were invaded by the roar of a tiger, one that made my heart skip a beat with desire.
     
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SAVED BY HER WEREBEAR MEDIC!
    (Steamy Werebear Paramedic Paranormal Romance)
    Meghan Archer
     
    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All participants in these fictitious events are consenting, non-related adults over the age of eighteen.
     
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SAVED BY HER WEREBEAR MEDIC!
    (Steamy Werebear Paramedic Paranormal Romance)
     
     
    I was only vaguely aware that I was dying. Mostly, I was concerned with the pounding in my head, the lurching of my stomach, and the way I seemed to be dangling precariously over the side of a cliff.
     
    My seatbelt was cutting into my throat and jaw. I pushed it aside onto my shoulder, but the moment I moved, my vision swam. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up…
     
    Very slowly, I became aware of the rain pounding against the roof of my car. Once my senses returned to me, I realized the sound was almost deafening. Obviously one of the car doors was open. Opening my eyes again, I saw that it was mine.
     
    The start of a scream caught in my throat and came out as a gurgle instead. I could feel my lungs fluttering and straining, almost like one of them wasn’t quite working right.
     
    Shit. Shit. I am so fucked.
     
    I blinked away a stream of blood trickling down my forehead and stared at the chasm below. The cliffside was sheer and dropped into a void of impenetrable darkness. I watched as a gnarled chunk of guard rail toppled into it, disappearing long before I heard it hit the ground.
     
    My stomach turned again. Cold adrenaline seeped into my veins. Okay. That was bad. Don’t look down.
     
    I forced my gaze toward my rearview mirror. It was still intact, though skewed at a steep angle. I could see darkness behind me and sheets of rain falling sideways. Beyond that, nothing more than a dingy streetlamp and the wet pavement of the two-lane road I’d been driving on.
     
    A memory flashed: I was on my way to visit my sister and her new baby. I’d been driving through the mountains when the storm hit. Then I’d hydroplaned around a bend. Wet roads were a bitch.
     
    I didn’t remember much after that. Obviously I’d hit my head. Briefly, I wondered what other memories I had lost.
     
    But I couldn’t think about that now. Not when I was teetering on the edge of a cliff and facing certain doom.
     
    I was too afraid to move. My car was already creaking, and I was sure that if I did, it’d be enough to send me over the brink.