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Friday, November 16, 2018

Snippet Saturday ~ 11/16/2018 - Thanksgiving/ Holiday Shifter Stories

My team and I have been super busy this fall! I've got shifters coming out all over the place!

Short stories:

Thanksgiving ~ Meet bear shifter Tank Walker in "Cloudy with a Chance of a Thanksgiving Romance"

Christmas ~ In a "Shifter Walks into a Bar" we travel back to 1968 with young Jessie Campos just home from the horrors of Vietnam.

Christmas ~ In "Christmas Eve in Silver Fells" you'll meet female Amur Leopard Sun Rhee.

New Year's Eve - We'll revisit Jessie Campos in "Her Leopard's Kiss."


My novel A Gift for her Bears is still available at 99c fan pricing.

All books will be available soon and in Kindle Unlimited.


Snippet from Cloudy with a Chance:

Chapter One

 “Stop! Thief!”
Twenty-eight-year-old bear shifter Tank Walker looked up in time to see a young kid, no more than thirteen, dart between customers on the streets of Silver Fells, North Carolina. 
Tank hadn’t been in the small town long enough to determine if there was a criminal element but found it hard to believe anyone would be moved to theft in the idyllic village teeming with shifters. 
“It’s that O’Shea brat again. I wish his sister would either get him in juvie or control him.”
It wasn’t that long ago that would have been him the shopkeepers were talking about, he thought. Whoever the O’Shea kid was, Tank felt an instant kinship. 
Oh, no, not that Walker kid again. 
Hide the merchandise, Buddy, it’s the Walker kid again. 
Be home before dark, Angie. The Walker boy is out on parole.
Tank sniffed out the kid and followed at a sedate pace. Running would only set the boy in a panic. Eventually, he’d get tired, rest. And that’s when Tank would pounce. 
He wouldn’t hurt the kid. Just scare him a little bit. Make sure he returned whatever bit of merchandise he’d stolen. It was the Monday before Thanksgiving. Maybe the kid was out doing a little early Christmas shopping, five finger discount style. 
Tank didn’t consider himself a knight in shining armor or anything. His record was too dirty to ever be that. But, he was good with his hands. 
Maybe a little too good. Tank smirked thinking of the things he’d stolen in his youth. The turn styles he’d jumped. The pockets he’d picked. 
It wasn’t until Tank had tried to pick the pocket of a bear shifter—an honest to God bear shifter!—that Tank had been scared straight. 
He chuckled at the memory of Seth Law. Seth was a big dude but the way he’d been dressed, Tank had been confident he was the original Lord Prep and Douche. An easy mark, for sure. 
Except Seth was anything but a victim.
Tank rounded the corner, seeing the O’Shea kid panting as he hid behind some garbage cans. 
“O’Shea,” Tank called, coming up behind him. 
The kid startled but Tank’s right hand was quicker. It contacted with the boy’s shoulder in a vicelike grip. 
O’Shea’s foot shot out to kick him. Tank rolled his eyes at the boy’s feeble attempts. “Look,” he said, grabbing O’Shea’s right hand in both of his hands. Tank brought his hand down and swung his left hand over the kid’s head, positioning him for a standing armbar. “I don’t want to hurt you. Just make it right for the folks you stole from. They didn’t do nothing to you.”
“What are you, a goon squad? Get off me, asshole.”
“Stealing is wrong,” Tank said calmly. “Now, we can go easy or hard, but you’re going back to that shop, returning whatever you lifted, and apologizing. Got it?”
O’Shea swung with his left hand, a weak punch that glanced off Tank’s ribs. “Hard way it is,” Tank said, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to set the armbar. Not a lot, just enough until realization set in the kid’s eyes. 
For Tank, control was everything.
“Get off my brother, you big jerk!” Thwack!
“What the?” Tank muttered, letting go of the kid to deal with the banshee hitting him with what felt like a bag of bricks. 
“Go pick on someone your own size!”
Seeing his chance, the kid ran off, leaving his sister alone with Tank. “Nice,” Tank said with a smirk. “I caught him. What makes him think I wouldn’t do the same to you?”
Seething, the feisty redhead only stared at him. “You hit women, too?”
Tank lifted a shoulder calmly. “If they hit first, I suppose all bets are off, right? Besides, the hammer of justice is unisex.”
Damn, she was fine. Too bad she was busy with that bag of bricks and Tank couldn’t take the time to concentrate on how cute she was. 
He grabbed her delicate wrist, bent it slightly, and she dropped her purse like. Well, like it was a bag of bricks. 
If possible, she glared at him harder. She tilted her chin up at him defiantly. “Go ahead, you big bully. Hit me!”
Tank took a long moment to take her in. Tall, with lean legs encased in tight, dark-wash denim, she had the look of a dancer. Bright green eyes with just a smattering of freckles across her nose. What a time to figure out he had a weakness for red-headed dancers, he thought with a snort.

Want more? Well, go get you a big ol' bear shifter!


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Saturday, November 10, 2018

Snippet Saturday November 10, 2018

I've been writing with the single-minded determination of a toddler these last few weeks. I wrapped up my planned November release and then began freaking out. I wanted to get a Christmas book out this year, too. But releasing a Christmas romance in mid-December wasn't going to work. 

So, I spent several weeks doing nothing but writing A Gift for Her Bears. Luckily, my editing team didn't take the position that a lack of planning on my part did not constitute an emergency on their part. They worked with me so I can get it out mid-November. (mission accomplished!)


Meet Bernadette "Bean" Adams. Former foster child, current waitress in Shifter Falls, Maine. 


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Bean blinked, aware she was being moved. She must have passed out, that was the only sensible reason why she was currently being tugged by the collar by an unseen force. 
The dark blinded her. Clouds and a scattering of nightly snow prevented her from seeing anything. Panic welled, but she tamped it down. If something were going to eat her, they would have done it already, she reasoned. 
She seemed to remember something about how alligators liked to take food back to their nest to eat. Eagles, too. But since Bean hadn’t seen any alligators around Shifter Falls and didn’t appear to be flying, she figured she was pretty safe from that fate. 
“Well, crap,” she muttered when she finally stopped moving. Bean ran her tongue across her lips and teeth, seeking injury. Finding none and no sharp coppery flavor of blood in the mouth, she assessed the rest of her body. Nothing seemed broken, for which she sent a thanks to whatever force in the universe that had protected her. 
The dim lights from a nearby cabin gave just enough illumination for Bean to get her bearings. Until she blinked with horror at the unmistakable feline eyes, ears, and scruff of a Canadian Lynx looking back at her. 
She screamed, scrambling to her feet to get away from the death jaws of the tawny animal looking at her like she’d make a Bean-sized snack. As Bean got to her feet, a wave of dizziness hit her, threatening to knock her out. 
“Hey there, what’s going on?” demanded a voice behind her. 
Bean turned at the sound of humanity. “Keller!” she cried before remembering the lynx and racing for the door of the cabin on wobbly knees. 

Interested in more? 


Saturday, November 3, 2018

November 3, 2018 - Snippet Saturday and a cover reveal!!

A Gift for her Bears by Summer Donnelly

Gift follows Bernadette "Bean" Adams, a down on her luck waitress during the Christmas season in the tiny island of Shifter Falls, Maine.


Chapter One

Bean
“I can’t believe the brothers sat in your section again tonight,” Rae whispered to her co-worker Bernadette “Bean” Daniels. Around them the patrons of the Moose Café ate and chattered, giving the two waitresses a few minutes to talk.
Bean only shrugged. She’d been living in Shifter Falls, Maine for the last few months and had never seen the twins before. Then seemingly out of nowhere, they’d arrived at the diner two nights ago.
“They’re good tippers,” Bean said with a shrug. She grabbed the pot of coffee and made her rounds. She was a woman on her own and almost entirely dependent on tips. She didn’t have time to gossip with Rae.
Christmas was only a few days away, and the warble of Brenda Lee’s classic song played on the radio. Tinsel garland decorated each pane window and the lights blinked on a five-foot-tall Christmas tree in one corner.
Bean didn’t want to think about how alone she was this year or the empty, rumbling sound of her belly when she tried to sleep at night. She didn’t want to think about the cold shelter she’d procured or the assembly of people living there with her.
“How’s your dinner, Sir?” she asked with a big, bright smile as she approached the two men in her section. Tall, broad-shouldered, with shaggy brown hair and beards, they were the very embodiment of what she always pictured a lumberjack to be.
The one man chuckled. “We’re just construction workers. No need to sir us. We work for a living.”
Bean blushed in response to his flirtatious tone and the admiration in his eyes.
“I’m Keefer Paxton, and this is my brother Keller.” Keefer was a big man. Bean suspected he, like most of the residents on the small island in the northern reaches of Maine, was a shifter. Potentially bear, she thought with a little nod. It certainly fit with the construction worker job.
“I’m Bernadette, but most people call me Bean,” Bean explained with a self-deprecating smile. She gave a little wave at the two men and wanted to roll her eyes at her own silliness.
“Bean. I like it. It suits you,” Keller said. His voice was rich. Redolent with suppressed power that triggered a warm melting within Bean’s core that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the man.
She smiled up through her bangs, caught in the special moment of awareness in meeting someone new. Exciting. She wanted to draw this moment out, like savoring a hard candy.
“You from around here, Bean?” Keefer asked. Bean’s gaze was pulled to the other brother. For a moment, she was lost in the heady stare of his brown eyes. She blinked and shook her head, pulling herself out of his spell.
Bean may not have graduated at the top of her class, but she knew what these men were offering. And while part of her wanted to say yes, grab as much pleasure as they offered, the other more practical part of her said she had way too much to lose.
“Only since the spring,” Bean said. Keefer nodded, a lock of hair slipping down over his forehead. Before she could control herself, she reached out and smoothed it away. Keefer’s mouth parted slightly, and she heard someone–herself? Gasp.
Fiery warmth spread up from her chest and flooded Bean’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” she said, stepping back from the table.
A confident grin played around Keefer’s mouth as he reached for her, but she was already too far away. “I didn’t mind,” he assured her.
“Still. I am so sorry.” Embarrassment clogged her throat as she pulled away from them. “I need to. Go.” She turned on the heel of her sneakers and made a beeline back behind the counter.
“You okay?” Rae asked as she wiped the worn Formica.
“Yeah, fine. I just need a minute.” Bean emptied the last of the coffee in her pot, put in a fresh filter and grounds, and went into the back room to get a bit of air. Maybe, she hoped, Keefer and Keller Paxton would be gone before she was found.
Unfortunately, the Fates were not on her side.
Jamming her arms into her denim jacket, Bean stood outside the kitchen where the cook sometimes came to have a smoke. The cold December wind tore through her meager protection, and her teeth chattered.
Since leaving foster care at eighteen, Bean had lived a nomadic lifestyle. Six months here. A year there. She’d never been tempted to stay anywhere until she’d arrived in Shifter Falls, Maine eight months ago.
There was something about the wild, craggy coast and the self-sufficient nature of the island that called to her. Made her want to stay. Unfortunately, there weren’t a lot of jobs or affordable houses that matched her nomadic lifestyle.
Bean prided herself on being a hearty, resourceful woman. Her little scooter held all her worldly possessions. A backpack, a tent, matches, and a few changes of clothes.
At first, camping in Maine hadn’t been too bad. The nights were cold, but she’d found a down sleeping bag at the local thrift store and had splurged on it. Winter, however, was a different matter.
The wild, scenic hills of Maine had turned cold and unrelenting in late fall. By November, all the visitors had drifted south leaving only the hardy locals to face the bitter New England winter.
It hadn’t been the first time Bean had been homeless in a town full of seasonal visitors. She wasn’t proud of it, but she’d learned how to quietly squat for a season, clean up her mess, and be gone by spring.
Luckily, there were lots of seasonally empty cabins on the island. She’d been staying at a huge log cabin overlooking the falls since the end of October. Eventually, through her work at the Moose Café, she’d met a few other down on their luck types and invited them to live with her.
It was nice, not being alone for the first time, especially with Christmas only a few days away. But times like this, with the winter air teaching her new levels of cold, Bean wasn’t sure she could stay.
“Bean?” Keefer’s rich, distinctive voice called out for her. “Are you okay?”
“Just fine, Keefer. Taking my break,” she answered brightly.
He stopped and paused. Canted his head and looked at her with a frown. “You knew it was me?”
Bean blinked, unsure how to respond. “Of course?” she half answered, half asked. “Why?”
Keefer only shrugged. “Most people can’t tell us apart.”

“Oh. Really? I mean, I guess I can see the similarities, but your voice is deeper with a husky edge to it. Like you don’t talk much.”

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Find out the rest of the story coming November 15, 2018!!


Saturday, October 27, 2018

Snippet Saturday October 27, 2018

Snippet Saturday, October 27, 2018

How is it October already? Anyone else feel like the year has flown past them? 

Nothing says Christmas like being snuggled up with two hot-blooded bear shifters on the island of Shifter Falls, Maine.

In my next book, we're expanding the Shifter Universe I created in Silver Fells, North Carolina.I'm taking you north to the small island of Shifter Falls, Maine to meet bear twins Keefer and Keller Paxton.

Bernadette "Bean" Adams is a down-on-her-luck waitress working at the Moose Cafe where she meets the Paxton brothers. There's an instant attraction but December hasn't been kind to Bean and she has other things on her mind.

Chapter One

Bean
“I can’t believe the brothers sat in your section again tonight,” Rae whispered to her co-worker Bernadette “Bean” Adams. Around them the patrons of the Moose Café ate and chattered, giving them a few minutes to talk.

Bean only shrugged. She’d been living in Shifter Falls, Maine for the last few months and had never seen the twins before. Then seemingly out of nowhere, they’d arrived at the diner two nights ago.
“They’re good tippers,” Bean said with a shrug. She grabbed the pot of coffee and made her rounds. She was a woman on her own and almost entirely dependent on tips. She didn’t have time to gossip with Rae.

Christmas was only a few days away, and the warble of Brenda Lee’s classic song played on the radio. Tinsel garland decorated each pane window and the lights blinked on a five-foot-tall Christmas tree in one corner.

Bean didn’t want to think about how alone she was this year or the empty, rumbling sound of her belly when she tried to sleep at night. She didn’t want to think about the cold shelter she’s procured or the assembly of people living there with her.

“How’s your dinner, Sir?” she asked with a big, bright smile as she approached the two men in her section. Tall, broad-shouldered, with shaggy brown hair and beards, they were the very embodiment of what she always pictured a lumberjack to be.

The one man chuckled. “We’re just construction workers. No need to sir us. We work for a living.”
Bean blushed in response to his flirtatious tone and the admiration in his eyes.

“I’m Keefer Paxton, and this is my brother Keller.” Keefer was a big man. Bean suspected he, like most of the residents on the small island in the northern reaches of Maine, was a shifter. Potentially bear, she thought with a little nod. It certainly fit with the construction worker job.

“I’m Bernadette, but most people call me Bean,” Bean explained with a self-deprecating smile. She gave a little wave at the two men and wanted to roll her eyes at her own silliness.

“Bean. I like it. It suits you,” Keller said. His voice was rich. Redolent with suppressed power that triggered a warm melting within Bean’s core that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the man.

She smiled up through her bangs, caught in the special moment of awareness in meeting someone new. Exciting. She wanted to draw this moment out, like savoring a hard candy.
“You from around here, Bean?” Keefer asked. Bean’s gaze was pulled to the other brother. For a moment, she was lost in the heady stare of his brown eyes. She blinked and shook her head, pulling herself out of his spell.

“Only since the spring,” Bean said. Keefer nodded, a lock of hair slipping down over his forehead. Before she could control herself, she reached out and smoothed it away. Keefer’s mouth parted slightly, and she heard someone – herself? Gasp.

Fiery warmth spread up from her chest and flooded Bean’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” she said, stepping back from the table.

A confident grin played around Keefer’s mouth as he reached for her, but she was already too far away. “I didn’t mind,” he assured her.

“Still. I am so sorry.” Embarrassment clogged her throat as she pulled away from them. “I need to. Go.” She turned on the heel of her sneakers and made a beeline back behind the counter.

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Working with my fantastic editors now so, the book should be ready in time for Thanksgiving. Will have a cover reveal next Saturday so stay tuned!

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Saturday, October 20, 2018

Saturday Snippet, News, and last weekend at fan pricing!

Hey everyone!

Such a week it's been in the writing cave. I finished my next book "Fighting for her Bear" which will give a soft intro into the Bear Knuckle Brawlers series.. I had this whole thing planned. Release Fighting in November and then my Christmas book in December.

I got Fighting off to my editors and took a well-deserved break. And then had a mild panic attack. I needed to do my Christmas book for November to allow folks to you know - READ IT.

So, in a finger-waving flurry of activity, I spent all week focused and writing "A Gift for her Bears." Luckily, i had it all outlined so it went up pretty fast. This is unedited and raw but i think that's fun, too. Gives readers a bit of inside baseball on the writing process.

Then, we got news that our Kickstarter for Wenebojo kicked off!!

Wenebojo is the Ojibwa storyteller and a mild trickster. Think of coyote or Anastasi. Our Wenebojo is a storytelling streaming service. We've had great feedback from a variety of people. Autism, PTSD, ESL. There are so many applications and we'd be so grateful and love it if you joined us on the ground floor and watched us grow.

My stories will be there as well. So, settle down and enjoy this little snippet as we get ready to meet Been, Keefer, and Keller in the tiny island of Shifter Falls, Maine as they celebrate Christmas.



"A Gift for her Bears" by Summer Donnelly

Chapter One

Bean
“I can’t believe the brothers sat in your section again tonight,” Rae whispered to her co-worker Bernadette Adams.
Bean only shrugged. She’d been living in Shifter Falls, Maine for the last few months and had never seen the twins before. Then seemingly out of nowhere, they’d arrived at the diner two nights ago.
“They’re good tippers,” Bean said with a shrug. She grabbed the pot of coffee and made her rounds. She was a woman on her own and almost entirely dependent on tips. She didn’t have time to gossip with Rae.
Christmas was only a few days away and the warble of Brenda Lee’s classic song played on the radio. Tinsel garland decorated each pane window and the lights blinked on a five foot tall Christmas tree in one corner.
“How’s your dinner, Sir?” she asked with a big, bright smile as she approached the two men in her section. Tall, broad-shouldered, with shaggy brown hair and beards, they were the very embodiment of what she always pictured a lumberjack to be.
The one man chuckled. “You go around calling big bulky construction workers sir?”
Bean blushed in response to his flirtatious tone and the admiration in his eyes.
“I’m Keefer Paxton and this is my brother Keller.”  Keefer was a big man. Bean suspected he, like most of the residents on the small island in the northern reaches of Maine, was a shifter. Potentially bear, she thought with a little nod. It certainly fit with the construction worker job.
“I’m Bernadette but most people call me Bean,” Bean explained with a self-deprecating smile. She gave a little wave at the two men and wanted to roll her eyes at her own silliness. 
“Bean. I like it. It suits you,” Keller said. His voice was rich. Redolent with suppressed power that triggered a warm melting within Bean’s core that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the man.
She smiled up through her bangs, caught in the special moment of awareness in meeting someone new. Exciting. She wanted to draw this moment out, like savoring a hard candy.
“You from around here, Bean?” Keefer asked. Bean’s gaze was pulled to the other brother. For a moment, she was lost in the heady stare of his brown eyes. She blinked and shook her head, pulling herself out of his spell.
“Only since the spring,” Bean said. Keefer nodded, a lock of hair slipping down over his forehead. Before she could control herself, she reached out and smoothed it away. Keefer’s mouth parted slightly and she heard someone – herself? Gasp.
Fiery warmth spread up from her chest and flooded Bean’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” she said, stepping back from the table.


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Also, this is the last weekend to get Claiming her Leopard at the intro, fan pricing of 99c




Tuesday, October 16, 2018

New Evolution in Storytelling!!



The Next Evolution in Storytelling - Streaming Service


Wenebojo combines audio, visual, and text to create a truly immersive storytelling experience for all.

It's all about the stories.

We can read a book either in print or digital format, or, more rarely, listen to the audio version. And for most stories, that’s about it.

Sadly, for a growing number, that isn’t enough. How many of us have elderly parents who would happily immerse themselves in a tale but can no longer make out the words?

Or a child who is blind, deaf, or autistic? The language of stories is universal, yet so many of our most vulnerable feel left out and alone, unable to easily access the wonder and magic of a well-told tale.

For the rest of us, how many would love to escape into a magical world, but are held back by the day-to-day needs of an indifferent life?

Do you fit into that category? Does someone you know?

Well, now there’s another option. It makes use of forty years of research combined with the best of technology to make stories accessible to the widest audience possible.

It’s new.

It’s exciting.

It’s changing the face of storytelling forever.

Wenebojo. Storytelling reimagined. And it’s about time!




To learn more, please click the link below for our Kickstarter


Wenebojo

Saturday, October 13, 2018

A Thanksgiving Romance and upcoming projects


Upcoming projects and a snippet.

I always try to include a new snippet for you to enjoy. With the holidays right around the corner, you'll love what's coming next!

I have a shifter story coming out in an upcoming Thanksgiving Anthology. It will help introduce a take on my universe. Same town, lots of the same faces and stories but this one will concentrate on the BKB - the Bear Knuckle Brawlers. They're an MMA style bear shifter cage fighting group of men and the women who love them. I'm planning the first book in January and i'm super excited!! Hope you are, too.

There is also a connected story for a Christmas and New Year's anthology where we visit our shifters in 1968. These are poignant, emotional stories but I think you'll love them. (When the author cries writing them, that's a good sign!)

We may also visit Maine. What could be more Cozy Christmas than our heroine tucked between two loyal, loving bear shifters with a roaring fire in the background? Sign me up!

Silver Fells' own Sheriff Kyle Winters who strongly dislikes shifters will also have a few stories. Stay tuned as i explore what he has to say. We meet him in a short story called Betting on her Bear, but I'll give you the details on that when the anthology is ready.

So, lots planned and thank you all so much for taking this journey with me! Your support means the world! I don't always send out newsletters but i do update my blog weekly. If you want to keep updated on the latest happenings in Silver Fells, Harper's Mill, or Apple Blossom (or any of my future stories) follow me here!

xoxo

Summer



Snippet:

Cloudy with a Chance of a Thanksgiving Romance
by Summer Donnelly



 “Stop! Thief!”

Twenty-eight-year-old bear shifter Tank Walker looked up in time to see a young kid, no more than thirteen, dart between customers on the streets of Silver Fells, North Carolina.

Tank hadn’t been in the small town long enough to determine if there was a criminal element but found it hard to believe anyone would be moved to theft in the idyllic village teeming with shifters.
“It’s that O’Shea brat again. I wish his sister would either get him in juvie or control him.”
It wasn’t that long ago that would have been him the shopkeepers were talking about, he thought. Whoever the O’Shea kid was, Tank felt an instant kinship.

Oh, no, not that Walker kid again. 

Hide the merchandise, Buddy, it’s the Walker kid again. 

Be home before dark, Angie. The Walker boy is out on parole.

Tank sniffed out the kid and followed at a sedate pace. Running would only set the boy in a panic. Eventually, he’d get tired, rest. And that’s when Tank would pounce.

He wouldn’t hurt the kid. Just scare him a little bit. Make sure he returned whatever bit of merchandise he’d stolen. It was the Monday before Thanksgiving. Maybe the kid was out doing a little early Christmas shopping, five finger discount style.

Tank didn’t consider himself a knight in shining armor or anything. His record was too dirty to ever be that. But, he was good with his hands.

Maybe a little too good. Tank smirked thinking of the things he’d stolen in his youth. The turn styles he’d jumped. The pockets he’d picked.

It wasn’t until Tank had tried to pick the pocket of a bear shifter—an honest to God bear shifter!—that Tank had been scared straight.


And don't forget, Claiming her Leopard releases on Monday!!