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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. Without changing position, I groped the console and passenger’s seat for my phone. If I was lucky, it’d still be in here. If I was really lucky, it’d be within reach.
     
    No dice on either front. I was stranded and alone, and judging by how under-used this road was at this hour and in these conditions, it’d stay that way. I was about to die a very horrible death.
     
    Unless a miracle happened by in the next few minutes, my remains would become a piece of modern art on the rocks below, along with whatever was left of my car.
     
    My heart was racing, which in my condition only made things worse. The logical part of my brain told me to make whatever peace I could with whatever kind of god was listening, but it was just a whisper compared to the panic that was welling up inside of me, screaming at me to do whatever it took to get out of the car.
     
    “Oh, God,” I managed to say, blood bubbling in my throat.
     
    The car shifted again, followed by a horrific shriek of metal bending and scraping against the side of my car. The only thing that stood between me, a long drop, and a sudden stop were the few inches between the portion of my car hanging over the edge and my back end, still precariously planted on terra firma—a difference that was becoming smaller and smaller as the seconds crept by.
     
    Another small lurch brought a scream bubbling from my throat, my tears mixing with the blood that was running down from my scalp. Crying usually wasn’t my thing, but when you’re seconds from hurtling to your grave, a desperate call for your mother is nothing to be ashamed of.
     
    It all seemed hopeless until I heard his voice.
     
    “Ma’am, are you all right?”
     
    I couldn’t believe it. My mind tried to tell me that no

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