Holly Swift got off the bus in the small town of Eagle River, Ontario, Canada. She breathed in the clean, fresh crisp, country air and smiled as the peace and tranquility of her surroundings seeped into her soul. She was on holiday for the first time in her twenty two years of living and had decided instead of staying on the bus, taking it to her journey's end, to stop and explore such a beautiful, quaint country town. As soon as she had seen the town and its surrounding beauty, it had called to her somehow.
Holly had always believed in following her intuition. It hadn't steered her wrong yet, so she didn't hesitate when she felt she was meant to be somewhere or with someone, she didn't question, she did. She thanked the kind elderly bus driver as he handed her her large bag then turned and headed down the footpath toward the cafe, a few hundred meters down the street. She smiled with uninhibited joy as the suns warm rays, warmed her back in the cool fall air and looked about her curiously as she walked. Her bag was getting heavy and by the time she entered the cafe her shoulder and back were aching from having the heavy load across it.
Holly sat down at a small window table and perused the menu to decide what she would order to fill her rumbling stomach. After placing her order with the waitress she sat and watched the citizens of the small town stroll in a leisurely manner, as they fulfilled their daily chores. She finished her chicken salad sandwich and coffee, left enough money for a tip and her bill on the table then exited.
Holly walked across the empty street with her heavy luggage once more slung over her shoulder, as she headed toward the motel. She opened the door to the reception office of the motel and walked through, a bell tinkled over the door letting the proprietor know she was there.
Holly eased the large heavy bag from her shoulder and gave a sigh of relief as she rotated her aching limb. She straightened and nearly gasped aloud as she looked up at one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. He stood at least six foot three, with a ruggedly chiseled jaw, a slight indent in the center of his chin and collar length brown hair. He had the most amazing colored brown eyes and she could not seem to pull her gaze away from his.
Brock breathed in one of the sweetest scents he had ever smelled, as he walked out of the small kitchen next to his office in the motel. He felt as if he was floating on air, like a cartoon character, as he followed the scent to the reception office. He stopped and froze at the counter as he stared down at the most amazing woman he had ever seen. She was average in height of around five foot five, with shoulder length light brown hair and hazel eyes. She had an adorable sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her petite nose and cheeks. He wanted to howl with joy and had to struggle to physically push his beast back down. The last thing he wanted to do was scare his mate. Brock snapped out of his lust induced stupor and took a step closer to the counter.
"Welcome to Eagle River Motel, ma'am. My name is Brock Fontaine, how may I help you?"
Holly cleared her throat as the effect of the hunk's voice sent shivers down her spine and made her pussy clench with unrequited desire. "Um, I...I'd like to book a room please."