Free Bear Shapeshifter Romance: Her Bears' Desires (Shapeshifter Werebear Romance)(BBW Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance)(Shapeshifter Menage Romance) by Callie Hartwood

Chapter 1
     
    The car jarred as it rolled over loose stones and packed gravel. Jazzy lurched up from her seat as she drove up the windy road leading toward Silver Lake. One hundred feet below the road was a twisting river that ran from the lake down toward Mountain Pass. The sunlight glittered on the water's surface, warping and reflecting brilliance as if it were a stream of molten mirror.
     
    Despite the beauty of the day, Jazzy couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive. Just last night, she'd received a rare opportunity that signified the very reason she drove up this treacherous path.
     
    It'd been five o'clock in the evening when Jazzy received the phone call. She'd set down the ornate, filigree teacup from her grandmother's old tea set and picked up the cell phone resting just a foot away. It'd been odd. She hadn't expected any more calls from modeling agencies. With a nervous bite of her lip, Jazzy touched the Talk icon and rested the phone to her ear.
     
    "Hello?"
     
    "Hello. Is this Jasmine Solberg?" The voice didn't belong to any of the people Jazzy had spoken to throughout the week. This was an unfamiliar voice.
     
    "Yes, it is," she answered.
     
    "Hello, Jasmine. This is Victor. I work with Mack Nordskov. He's a local photographer here in Mountain Pass. He saw your portfolio online, and wanted to inquire if you were still looking for work."
     
    Jazzy's stomach swarmed with sudden butterflies. This call was unexpected, but exactly what she'd waited for. She tried not to sound too overly thrilled. "Yes! Yes, I am still looking for work."
     
    "Excellent! We do most of our work up in the forest. How about we meet next Tuesday at noon at Cabin 8, Silver Lake for a beginner shoot?"
     
    She nearly scrambled to right down the date, time and place on the napkin beside her teacup, nearly knocking over the china in the process. "S-Sounds perfect," she replied hastily as she finished the address in harried penmanship. "I'll be looking forward to it, Victor."
     
    After ending the call, Jazzy was giddy with excitement. For so long she'd wanted a career as a model, and this was a chance worthy to jump at.
     
    As Jazzy recalled Victor's words, she tried to calm her nerves by then focusing on how many times agencies had turned her down claiming to be for plus size models. It was always that she was " too big" or that they were looking for models "a little thinner." It made no sense to Jazzy.
     
    Why advertise for plus size women when all the models under contract were only size tens? Jazzy had never been very confident about her weight, but she'd grown comfortable with the thought that she would never be thinner, and never really had been growing up. It was just one of those parts of life that she had to make the best of.
     
    But this... This was an opportunity that she couldn't pass up. She had no idea what kind of photo shoot it was going to be, but had done a little research on Mack Nordskov before taking off in the morning. According to his webpage, Mack was an unsung professional of the world of photography. His work heavily emphasized nature and wildlife. It seemed out of the ordinary, as Jazzy was so used to contacting modeling agencies and photographers fixated on fashion and figure.
     
    An hour later, she'd reached Silver Lake. It was a secluded camp ground with nearby rental cabins along the lake's bank. Up along the northern horizon were the looming Arrowhead Mountains, still lightly capped with white, even in mid-summer.
     
    The trees were lush with green hues, and even from a distance, birds sang from their branches Silver Lake was a pretty place, but Jazzy had always avoided coming here to vacation in the past, as the rental company claimed there were always multiple sightings of bears throughout the season.
     
    She drove past most of the cabins and then pulled into the driveway of number 8, parking in front. The building was a two-story log retreat with a garage and a long walkway leading up to the