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Saturday, December 15, 2018

December 15, 2018 ~ News, Snippets, and a Pre-order!!

#AmWriting


In June, the writing team I work with met up outside of Chicago. Amid the usual distractions when authors, editors, and artists get together, we did a 48-hour challenge to write, edit, and cover a super short story to collect in an anthology.

Each author drew a series of cards with plot devices and we wrote a story. From that, came the anthology The Hand you were Dealt. My story was about a bear shifter named Zane and is called "Betting on her Bear."

Available here


Fortunately, Zane and Everly had more they wanted to say. So, I'm very pleased to share their whole book - Fighting for Her Bear, available on pre-order. Release date is January 1, 2019


Snippet: 


Everly Smith rubbed the space between her eyebrows as she felt a headache creep up on her. She was tired, cold, and hungry. She was close to tears, and the last thing she wanted to do was argue with her cousin Fannie. And yet, here they were.
“Fannie, you can’t do this! This is our legacy. The only thing Granddad gave to us. Even if we did decide to sell it, why do you want to sell to that company?” Everly’s slim hands moved to her temples, hoping the impending headache could be nipped in the bud. She should have saved her breath. If there was something Fannie Hopkins wanted, she pushed until she got it.
Everly wasn’t completely against selling the acreage their grandfather had left them. She loved Silver Fells, but she wanted to finish college, too. Her share of the sale of twenty acres would let her finish getting her degree in commercial art and pay for an apartment in town for a few months. She’d still have to work part-time at the Lusty Leopard, but she liked her job at the shifter bar.
She just didn’t want to do it this way.
“Grandfather’s will was very clear. The first of us to get married inherits the house and land. Are you getting married any time soon?”
Everly detested the smug tone in her cousin’s voice.
“You know I’m not.” She began twirling one of her copper-colored curls to soothe some of her nervousness.
“Right. Because you keep hanging out with those animals.”
Anger burned in Everly. Pure and raw, she let it pulse through her.
She thought about the friends she’d made in Silver Fells, North Carolina. It was a small community of both civilians and former members of the Shifter Special Forces. Whether they heard of the town by word of mouth or the recent articles on the blog site Shifter Sightings, the town continued to grow.
“They aren’t animals,” Everly returned, keeping her voice even despite the rage that coursed through her. It would not help her cause to get emotional with her cousin. She thought of the shifter dating website her friend Luna convinced her to try. Plenty of Paws was brand new but getting new members signing up every day from all over the world.
“Right. If you say so.” Derision dripped from every syllable in Fannie’s voice burning through any goodwill Everly had towards her cousin.
Everly thought about Zane, the handsome bear shifter who she had a major crush on. Was twenty-two too young to have a crush? Too old? She didn’t think so, but the twenty-nine-year-old former soldier always treated her like a kid.

Ready for more? Make sure to get it at special fan price of 99c!!







Saturday, December 8, 2018

December 8 - snippet and a cover reveal!

Bear Knuckle Brawlers

by Summer Donnelly

Who are the Bear Knuckle Brawlers? It's an MMA Shifter full-contact combat sport that allows striking and grappling, both standing and on the ground, using techniques from various combat sports and martial arts AND shifting into apex predator form. Take THAT, gladiators!!

In Fighting for her Bear, we meet Zane and Everly. Some of you may have read their intro story in Betting on her Bear (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KDZT9X9)

Everly Miller's grandfather left her and her cousin Fannie joint ownership in his farm. But due to the codicil of the will, she needs to be married in order to inherit.

Injuries forced Bear Knuckle Brawler Zane Dixon to Silver Fells, North Carolina to enjoy his retirement. His manager, however, has other ideas.

Will their brief flirtation turn to more? Will Zane's old injury keep him from his future? Or will these two people fight hard for each other and their growing love?

<<<>>>

Everly
Everly Smith rubbed the space between her eyebrows as she felt a headache creep up on her. She was tired, cold, and hungry. She was close to tears, and the last thing she wanted to do was argue with her cousin Fannie. And yet, here they were.
“Fannie, you can’t do this! This is our legacy. The only thing Granddad gave to us. Even if we did decide to sell it, why do you want to sell to that company?” Everly’s slim hands moved to her temples, hoping the impending headache could be nipped in the bud. She should have saved her breath. If there was something Fannie Hopkins wanted, she pushed until she got it.
Everly wasn’t completely against selling the acreage their grandfather had left them. She loved Silver Fells, but she wanted to finish college, too. Her share of the sale of twenty acres would let her finish getting her degree in commercial art and pay for an apartment in town for a few months. She’d still have to work part-time at the Lusty Leopard, but she liked her job at the shifter bar.
She just didn’t want to do it this way.
“Grandfather’s will was very clear. The first of us to get married inherits the house and land. Are you getting married any time soon?”
Everly detested the smug tone in her cousin’s voice.
“You know I’m not.” She began twirling one of her copper-colored curls to soothe some of her nervousness.
“Right. Because you keep hanging out with those animals.”
Anger burned in Everly. Pure and raw, she let it pulse through her.
She thought about the friends she’d made in Silver Fells, North Carolina. It was a small community of both civilians and former members of the Shifter Special Forces. Whether they heard of the town by word of mouth or the recent articles on the blog site Shifter Sightings, the town continued to grow.
“They aren’t animals,” Everly returned, keeping her voice even despite the rage that coursed through her. It would not help her cause to get emotional with her cousin. She thought of the shifter dating website her friend Luna convinced her to try. Plenty of Paws was brand new but getting new members signing up every day from all over the world.
<<<>>>

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Saturday, December 1, 2018

December 1st snippet and a behind the scenes story

A Home for Her Hawk


One of the most common questions writers get is "Where do you get your ideas??" They really can come from anywhere and at any time, which is the best part about writing.

I'm checking out the news months ago and came across the story of Dan Crenshaw who was running for Congress in Texas. If you remember, he's the Navy SEAL that SNL made fun of a few weeks ago because he wore an eyepatch.

Dan Crenshaw's story is humbling. He was on patrol in the Helmand province of Afghanistan in 2012 when an IED blast ripped through his body. Crenshaw was medevaced out of the area and put into a medically induced coma. He awoke totally blind and the doctors told him he would never see again. He went through risky, experimental treatment and was able to regain sight in one eye but lost the other.

And I thought - What if Crenshaw had been a shifter? What kind of shifter would suffer the most if eyesight were lost? And thus, A Home for her Hawk was born. Naturally, the book has nothing to do with the real man. I've never spoken to him and I don't live in his district. I used him purely as inspiration.

<<<Snippet: >>>

Like Cinderella, Kimber came home at the stroke of midnight. She slipped her shoes off in the dim light from the kitchen and approached the recliner. She smiled when she saw Anthony cuddled onto his chest.
“Daniel?” Her caress was gossamer soft. An animal as wild as he was shouldn’t have wanted to sink into her touch and beg to be petted. So, he forced himself to be still.
Dan opened his eye. Now more than ever, he detested the injury that cost him his right eye. He wanted to absorb the nuances of color on her cheeks. Each silken strand of her chestnut colored hair. The plays of blues that made her eyes appear violet.
“I need the baby,” Kimber whispered. She pressed one hand against her top and blushed. “Please.”
Without a word, he handed the sleeping baby to his mother. Dan saw the indecision in her eyes. He reached for her, urging her to sit on his lap. “Let me hold you.”
Kimber pulled back for just a moment before giving into the irresistible pull they created.
“My breasts are aching.” Kimber settled onto his lap and pulled up her shirt. “Please tell me he’s hungry.”
“I fed him at nine.” Dan held Kimber and watched while she tickled the baby’s feet.
“Be a good baby,” Kimber crooned to her son. “Help your mamma out, okay?”
Anthony stirred, yawned, and immediately began fussing. He snorted a little as he rooted and Kimber giggled at his enthusiasm. The room filled with a hushed silence broken only by the sound of Anthony latching onto his mother’s breast.
Kimber hissed. “Oh, that hurts so good.” She leaned down and cuddled into Dan’s chest. “We aren’t too heavy?”
“You’re perfect.”

<<>>

Ready for a little more? Come meet Dan and Kimber in A Home for her Hawk






Saturday, November 24, 2018

November 24, 2018 - A Gift for Her Bears - A Christmas Shifter Book

A Gift for her Bears by Summer Donnelly


Who doesn't love a good Christmas book? Especially one full of shifters, tinsel, and a family that you make on your own!

In Gift, we meet Bean, Keller, and Keefer. Three souls who need each other.

I was inspired by a wonderful 1940s Christmas Rom Com called It Happened on Fifth Avenue. If you get the chance (TCM usually shows it once during December) I highly recommend it. It's sweetly romantic, a little funny, and lots of heart but without being too schmaltzy.

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


<<<>>>

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?

A Gift for her Bears

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!


https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KM1VBMG

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. 


<<<>>>

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.”

<<<>>>

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.

<<<>>>

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.


*~*~*~*~*~*

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




Tuesday, October 16, 2018

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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!!


Saturday, October 6, 2018

Snippet Saturday and a pre-order!!

October 6, 2018

TL;DR Pre-order now to save! Goes live 10/15/18!! Link at the bottom!


As a daughter, granddaughter, and sister of veterans, military men and women (and their sacrifices and families' sacrifices) have a special place in my heart.

My dad is a Vietnam veteran. I was their "welcome home" baby. Mom told me they "tried for three years to have me." Thanks, Mom, that's what every kid wants to think about. Their parents "trying" for three years.

Mom used to say Dad came back different. Not the man she fell in love with. He had a drinking problem for a few years. Nightmares. My dad told me sometimes he wished he had died over there.

Both of their stories break my heart.

Claiming her Leopard is a love story inspired by and dedicated to my parents. Because sometimes, happily ever afters feel a mile away.

xoxo

Summer

<<<>>>

Chapter One


Nick
The man within the leopard came to life. Not with a slow opening of a flower or the gradual warming of spring but all at once. Like the pop of opening a can of beer, he went from sleepy and dozing within his leopard form to high alert and near panic.
Memories cascaded into him like colors of the dawn. The Drill Instructors who once pushed him through their paces. Their job was to break them down in order to create fighters. To build warriors. Killers. In his mind, his hands clenched. Like a muscle memory over fifty years old, he remembered firing his military issued rifle until the barrel turned white and burned his hands.
Meeting Dottie on leave with one of his buddies. Nick’s parents in Pennsylvania were out of town, so the two men drove through the night and into the next day for a three-day leave in Maine.
There had been a dance. At a high school, maybe? The VFW hall? It was so long ago, he couldn’t remember. But there she’d been with her long straight hair and her mini-skirt.
She’d been so young. Nick snorted, surprised to hear a strangled sound coming from his leopard’s throat. He’d been in leopard form more than his human body for the last few years.
Like a shield, Nick’s mind didn’t want to think about why he preferred being in his leopard form. Some memories were best buried.
Instead, his mind returned to the girl who would become his wife. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. They’d both been young. Babies, really, but their love made them invincible. He’d proposed almost immediately and got her to a local judge as she’d said yes.
He hadn’t wanted to give her the opportunity to change her mind. But more than that, he’d read the contract for undergoing the DNA splicing operation. Wives were definitely not an option.
But Nick had always been a beg for forgiveness over asking for permission kind of man. Their under-the-radar marriage happened only days before he’d signed the paperwork to become spliced. What else could the military do but accept it?
More memories. This time, it was the unforgettable pain of recovering from the surgery which changed his life forever. The agony he’d felt as his muscles and tendons moved with his first shift. During his time at the Lusty Leopard, Nick had talked to later generations of shifters. The doctors and scientists had improved their methods and training. It didn’t hurt as much anymore, he’d been told.
Once the man allowed the memories to course through, they turned into rapid-fire snapshots of his life. His buddies in the unit he was assigned to, relying on his leopard’s senses to determine friend from foe in a country nine thousand miles away from home.
There were the smells, too, of course. With his enhanced sense of smell, he could still remember the way cordite hung in the air after a firefight. The pungent odor of rice paddy mud. The mud in Vietnam smelled foul. Ancient. The iron smell of blood as it clung to your skin, stuck and drying. No, those memories were always nearby.
Other memories. Laughing with his buddies as they were clearing brush to create a camp. A peculiar word he and his fellow grunts used. Buddies but never friends.
There’s an unwritten rule in war. Don’t get close to men who are going to die. Friends were too intimate. Too close.
And in a jungle so far away from home, Nick Lowell had learned to put distance between himself and the men surrounding him.
<<<>>>

Ready to read the rest?

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HT63RSM

Saturday, September 29, 2018

Snippet Saturday - Claiming her Leopard

Claiming her Leopard
by Summer Donnelly

Available for pre-order, fan pricing for 99c!!

Writing this book made me laugh, made me cry, and made me cheer. Researching it was painful as I learned about the soldiers we sent to Vietnam.

Nick Lowell is a first generation shifter, sent to Vietnam in 1966. 

At first, this was going to be a "short" story but both Nick and Dottie had too much to say. How could I confine their story to a quarter of its size? 

I hope you enjoy their romance. I'm breaking new ground with an older hero and heroine. I hope you enjoy this snippet.

Go get you a leopard shifter to fall in love with!!

<<<>>>

Nick
The man within the leopard came to life. Not with a slow opening of a flower or the gradual warming of spring but all at once. Like the pop of opening a can of beer, he went from sleepy and dozing within his leopard form to high alert and near panic. 
Memories cascaded into him like colors of the dawn. The Drill Instructors who once pushed him through their paces. Their job was to break them down in order to create fighters. To build warriors. Killers. In his mind, his hands clenched. Like a muscle memory over fifty years old, he remembered firing his military issued rifle until the barrel turned white and burned his hands. 
Meeting Dottie on leave with one of his buddies. Nick’s parents in Pennsylvania were out of town, so the two men drove through the night and into the next day for a three-day leave in Maine. 
There had been a dance. At a high school, maybe? The VFW hall? It was so long ago, he couldn’t remember. But there she’d been with her long straight hair and her mini-skirt. 
She’d been so young. Nick snorted, surprised to hear a strangled sound coming from his leopard’s throat. He’d been in leopard form more than his human body for the last few years. 
Like a shield, Nick’s mind didn’t want to think about why he preferred being in his leopard form. Some memories were best buried.
Instead, his mind returned to the girl who would become his wife. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. They’d both been young. Babies, really, but their love made them invincible. He’d proposed almost immediately and got her to a local judge as she’d said yes. 
He hadn’t wanted to give her the opportunity to change her mind. But more than that, he’d read the contract for undergoing the DNA splicing operation. Wives were definitely not an option. 
But Nick had always been a beg for forgiveness over asking for permission kind of man. Their under-the-radar marriage happened only days before he’d signed the paperwork to become spliced. What else could the military do but accept it? 
More memories. This time, it was the unforgettable pain of recovering from the surgery which changed his life forever. The agony he’d felt as his muscles and tendons moved with his first shift. During his time at the Lusty Leopard, Nick had talked to later generations of shifters. The doctors and scientists had improved their methods and training. It didn’t hurt as much anymore, he’d been told. 
Once the man allowed the memories to course through, they turned into rapid-fire snapshots of his life. His buddies in the unit he was assigned to, relying on his leopard’s senses to determine friend from foe in a country nine thousand miles away from home. 
There were the smells, too, of course. With his enhanced sense of smell, he could still remember the way cordite hung in the air after a firefight. The pungent odor of rice paddy mud. The mud in Vietnam smelled foul. Ancient. The iron smell of blood as it clung to your skin, stuck and drying. No, those memories were always nearby. 
Other memories. Laughing with his buddies as they were clearing brush to create a camp. A peculiar word he and his fellow grunts used. Buddies but never friends. 
There’s an unwritten rule in war. Don’t get close to men who are going to die. Friends were too intimate. Too close. 
And in a jungle so far away from home, Nick Lowell had learned to put distance between himself and the men surrounding him.
<<<>>>

Ready to read the rest?

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Saturday, September 22, 2018

A Bear Shifter Thanksgiving Romance - Snippet Saturday

Snippet Saturday - Cloudy with a Chance of a Thanksgiving Romance by Summer Donnelly

Moving forward, I want to take Silver Fells into a fun, new direction. Cage fighting meets shifters with a heavy dose of romance? Hopefully, you'll want to sign up for a regular dose.

I have two holiday short stories coming out in anthologies. First up, a Thanksgiving soft intro into the BKB - the Bear Knuckle Brawlers.

Meet Tank Walker and Bree O'Shea. Tank is in Silver Fells to train with Zane Dixon (you'll meet him in November's book!) Bree is a teacher taking care of her little brother after the death of their parents.



“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!”

<<<>>>

This is just a short story. Please let me know if you'd like to read a full-length book about these two. As I get a link for the antho, I'll update and share!!

Facebook fan group (First chance at ARC): https://www.facebook.com/groups/SummerDreamers/





xoxo

Summer

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Who are the Shifter Special Forces?

I wanted a rare sub-set of humans. Like Navy SEALs or Marines but you know. I little fuzzier.

The first book that came to me was Creole James' book. It slammed into me, pretty much fully formed. Unfortunately, it needed to be set up. Cree is a great character and I love him and his devotion to his mate, but he needed a bigger universe to hang the story on.

That's how Quinn's book became first in the series. I needed an alpha. But, if you've read Quinn's book (wait! you didn't? well, get on over to Amazon and go get you a Mastiff shifter), you'll know he's a calm alpha. With mountain lions, bears, leopards, and more floating around I wanted an animal that could herd them all AND remain calm.

The town and the world have grown and will hopefully continue to grow. I've got lots of books and stories in me and I hope you join me on my journey!

The newest book in the series is Interview with Her Bear where we meet Lana and Jason. I hope you enjoy!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GV3VHMC


Snippet from Interview:

“This reminds me of that scene in Cinderella where the Grand Duke is looking for the girl who will fit the glass slipper.”
A hint of a grin played around Jason’s mouth as he lifted her worn canvas and rubber sneaker up so the moon illuminated it. The soles were worn thin in places, the shoelaces were patched, and the canvas was full of holes. “This is a far cry from Cinderella’s shoes.”
Luna giggled, ducking her chin to hide behind a curtain of platinum blonde hair. “It’s the thought that counts,” she argued.
Jason’s hands paused as he slipped off one pump. He placed it next to Luna on the bench. “Your toes look sore,” he commented.
Once more, the unexpected arousal crashed into Luna. Her foot looked small and delicate in his paw of a hand. She would be small and delicate in his hands, too. A darker thought rushed through her slim frame. And his bed.
Oh, Lord, what kind of bed did Jason sleep in? Did he stretch out across the whole thing or would there be a Luna-sized place reserved just for her?
No, no, no, she reminded herself, feeling her insides continue to soften and pulse with need. She had a job to do, a secret to uncover, and then her home was back in Maine. There was no room in the plan for losing her V-card to a bear shifter dude. Even if he was the sexiest man, she had ever met.

He began massaging the soles of her feet, loosening muscles she didn’t even know were tense. “Ohhhh,” she whispered, eyes drifting shut with the sensuality of his touch. She was going to orgasm if he kept that up and Luna couldn’t decide if that was a very bad idea or the best idea in the history of ever. 


Saturday, September 1, 2018

Claiming her Leopard by Summer Donnelly

*~*~*Snippet Saturday*~*~*

~ all the usual disclaimers. These are my characters. Hot off my word doc and haven't been editied yet. 

Enjoy!
xoxo
SD


Dot
“Women who were almost seventy years old should not be traipsing around the mountains looking for a crazy leopard shifter with more rosettes than sense,” Dot Lowell mumbled to herself.
She wiped at her face, pushing long curls of her hair away from her sweat-drenched brow. Dot had a moment of feminine unease as she wondered if Nick would even recognize her anymore. She was hardly a girl of twenty.
Ironically, she tugged on one of her own spirals. It bounced back to her crown in willful delight. “Not only don’t I have brown hair anymore but I probably still ironed it flat.”
Dot chuckled when she thought of the contortions she put her body (and hair!) through to get it bone-straight. “Such silly girls we were.” But was it really different from her daughter Caroline’s fascination with permanent waves or Luna’s desire to color her hair?
The sweat from her exertion combined with the humidity of the day making her feel gross and dirty. Was she on some crazy wild goose chase? Or would she find her husband once and for all?
“Even if he is my estranged husband.”
The flight from Maine had been quick and uneventful. Her granddaughter Luna and her mate Jason had met her. Jason had even been warm despite Dot’s distrust of the tall, handsome bear shifter.
Luna had a popular blog called Shifter Sightings. Using the contacts she’d developed over the last several years, Luna had tracked her grandfather to the small town of Silver Fells.
Buried in the North Carolina mountains, Silver Fells was home to a diner, a yoga studio, one real estate company, and a bar with the crazy name of The Lusty Leopard.
Oh, and several dozen former military shifter types.
Cree James, a mountain lion shifter, was the manager of the Lusty Leopard. Which just happened to be owned by one Nicholas Lowell. Her husband.
She glanced at the map Cree James drew for her. That was definitely a goat-shaped rock, so she must be going in the right direction.
Never mind the fact that she wouldn’t be seventy for another two years, walking around in snake, cougar, and bear-infested woods was not Dot’s idea of a good time. Portland may not be a major city by Manhattan or Los Angeles’ standards, but it had its charm.
The best of which was the decided lack of bears, snakes, and mountain lions within the city’s limits.
Despite any rumors the rest of the country thought, not everyone who lived in Maine was a hearty, eccentric type or a character out of a Stephen King novel. Some of them even preferred the occasional trip to Boston to catch a concert or a game.
But now, here she was in tennis shoes, for crying out loud! Sweating and walking though the woods. “I’ll probably be covered in ticks by the time this is finished,” Dot muttered.
“He’ll scent you,” Jason told her.
Dot wasn’t quite sure how to feel about her only granddaughter getting engaged to a bear shifter with the unlikely name of Jason Fox. What kind of name was that for a bear shifter anyway? Dot wondered.
Dot congratulated herself on the fact that she didn’t give Luna any lectures, though. Okay, yes, there was a stern look over her reading glasses. Had the girl learned nothing from seeing her grandmother’s pain?
She sighed. They would have a talk when Dot came down from the mountains. Dot couldn’t allow her only granddaughter to wind up with such an inappropriate husband.
She kicked up a small cascade of leaves, their scent setting off another memory. Her love for Nick.
Oh, she’d been ridiculously in love with him. Nothing would have stopped her from getting marrying Nick. Not even the fact she was only sixteen.
After a whirlwind courtship, she had begged her parents to sign the paperwork saying she could get married. She’d promised them she’d get her GED. Vowed she wouldn’t get pregnant. Swore that their love would be eternal.
Dot shook her head at her childish naivete. She had eventually gotten her GED, had returned home pregnant, and, although the love had been eternal, the marriage had not been.
So, there she’d been a child bride when she said “I do” and he was all of twenty, gangly with youth but looking so handsome in his uniform.
Her granddaughter was twenty-five, far older than she’d been when she got married. And Dot wasn’t so old she couldn’t recognize stupid in love when it smacked her on the nose. But still. That didn’t mean she had to like it.
Cree and Jason told her to not try and cover her scent. If anything, the walk in the woods would make her ripe for Nick to find her. Dot didn’t think much of the idea of being “ripened” but figured they knew more about that kind of thing than she did.
As Dot went around a bend in the trail, she found herself facing a rustic line shack. She snorted with laughter. It put those chic two hundred square foot little houses on TV to shame. Forget modern conveniences, this looked like something out of a Hollywood set designer’s idea of a moonshiner’s cabin. Not only was it barely standing but it didn’t look much bigger than an outhouse.
Dot would be surprised if there was room enough inside for a twin bed.
Opening the door and feeling quite a bit like Goldie Locks on a woodland adventure, Dot entered. “Hello?” she called, hoping against all logic there were no bears inside. Or bear shifters. Or whatever existed in this out back of beyond she was currently visiting.
Dot hoped her granddaughter knew where to find her because she was pretty sure she was going to die from either shock or a very fine mauling.
Other than a thick layer of grime and a plethora of dust motes dancing in the cabin, it was empty, at least from any animals. In one corner was an Army-surplus cot with a thin mattress. A blanket and pillow were neatly folded on one end. In the other corner was some sort of sink. There didn’t appear to be running water, so the sink was more for show than anything else. A quick glance under the cabinet showed a bucket for any water that ran off.
Dot began to think “rustic” was an overreaching compliment. Barren and primitive were far more appropriate.
Continuing her exploration, she looked in the pantry and found a case of water, some MREs that were still within date (guaranteed to last thirty years!), and plenty of freeze dried ice cream. Apparently, one thing that hadn’t changed was Nick’s sweet tooth. Cree told her to take what she needed while she was there. He would restock next month.
Placing her backpack on the round kitchen table that took up most of the square footage in the minuscule shack, Dot gathered a few candles and collected wood for the small wood burning stove. She was prepared to give her wayward husband forty-eight hours to find her and then she was out of this tiny town forever. And, hopefully, dragging Luna with her.
A cracked and rusty mirror hung on the wall. Dot stopped, caught by her own reflection. Would Nick be attracted to the woman she’d become?
“Stop it, Dot. Don’t go there.”
But once the line of thought opened, it wasn’t as easy to slam shut. Unbidden, she wondered what he looked like after all these years.
“Probably fat and ugly.” It was a mean thought. Beneath her, but after being abandoned for decades, she was entitled to a little bit of meanness. Or at least that’s what she told herself.
Dot thought back to the cabin she was staying at when she first arrived in Silver Fells. Affectionately named Little Yellow, or as Luna dubbed it The Love Shack, it had a warm, cozy bed and a beautiful quilt to sleep under.
A cabin full of magic, Luna said.

“This one is full of more dust than magic.”

<<<<>>>>
ready for more shifter adventures? 

Saturday, August 25, 2018

・*゚‘゚*Snippet Saturday ・*゚‘゚* Interview with Her Bear by Summer Donnelly

 ・*゚‘゚*Snippet Saturday ・*゚‘゚*

Interview with Her Bear

by Summer Donnelly


**Last weekend at Fan Pricing**
Go get you a sexy bear shifter before the price goes up!!

Blogger Luna Flowers has arrived in Silver Fells, NC to help bring awareness to the Shifter Marriage Act being floated in Raleigh. But Luna has an ulterior motive, a secret that she's been asked to keep that could change the way the shifters view themselves.


Bartender Jason Fox wasn't looking for love. He'd long since given up on trying to find his mate. The 6'7" shifter was aware he wasn't good with small things and was content with his lot in life. But when he meets tiny Luna, he may need to rethink his position on mates, love, and small things.
Will Luna's secret break them apart? Can Jason trust himself and his mate? Will the magic of Little Yellow (aka The Love Shack) prevail? Find out in Interview with her Bear! Available soon.




<<<>>>
Jason

Jason Fox was thirteen the first time he realized the world was too small for him. When he hit his full adult height of 6’7” at nineteen with broad shoulders and tree trunks for legs, he made the decision to join the Shifter Special Forces.

The choice of accepting bear DNA wasn’t really a decision at all. He was a big hairy dude who liked to eat. So were bears. It was a match made in heaven.

Jason had no regrets. He loved being a Shifter. Enjoyed the camaraderie of the other Shifters he’d met. He’d been a damn good soldier and if he took a little more pleasure when it came to being an enforcer, well. He was okay with that.

What Jason hated, however, was how he never seemed to get used to things that were fragile. From cell phones to antique furniture, it made him uncomfortable. He knew he was a bear in a china store and he hated it.

He didn’t date much. Oh, he’d sown some oats when he’d been younger. He’d been stationed in Germany in his twenties and explored the more relaxed side of European culture.
On returning to the States, he’d settled down in Silver Fells, North Carolina. He loved the small-town feel his fellow shifters gave him. He wasn’t the same randy boy he’d once been, though. If he met someone, he wanted a forever kind of girl.

So, when the cute little blogger with the big grey eyes and platinum-blonde hair appeared, Jason knew he was in trouble. Delicate with just the right amount of curves, she was everything he wanted and nothing he could claim.

“Look at that,” Flo called to him. “Looks like you’re sitting here with Luna and me.”
Jason felt his eyes go wide as he took the last seat open to him. Right next to Luna. He nodded towards her, not surprised when she dropped her eyes down to her plate. She wiped at her cheeks, and he was pretty sure she was crying.

“You okay?” he whispered as the toasts began.

She nodded, more than a little sad. “It’s just so beautiful. I guess I’m a little envious of how much they love each other, you know?” Luna lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug.

Jason looked from Luna to the newly married couple. Despite sitting in a room full of friends and family, their connection sizzled. Long, intense glances promised a heated wedding night.
“It’s not always easy to be a shifter. We don’t exactly fit into civilization. It makes me glad they found each other.”

Luna smiled at him, a tentative bubble of awareness growing between them. “I am, too,” she said.
Jason’s heart ached. He wanted her to smile like that at him for the rest of his life. He lifted his wine glass in a small toast gesture.

Luna lifted hers, and they clinked lightly. But when Jason pulled his back, the delicate stem snapped in half.

“Oh.” Luna’s mouth formed a perfect O in surprise as they both looked at the glass hit the table.
Jason felt shame work its way up his spine. “I’m not good with delicate things,” he said.


Her grey eyes took in the relative size of the size of his hands—paws really—compared to the wine glass. Calmly and deliberately, she helped him clean up the mess. 

Saturday, July 28, 2018

Snippet Saturday - Her Lonely Mastiff

Her Lonely Mastiff
by Summer Donnelly

Quinn tossed the bag of burgers onto the passenger seat and glared at the neon lights of the Leopard. Stupid bar. Stupid shifters. Stupid desire to claim.
Unwanted emotions pummeled Quinn as he pulled away from the Lusty Leopard. He ground his teeth against a growl tearing at his throat. The desire to fight. To attack. To defend what he saw as home ate at him and his whole body ached from the resistance.
Not many of them realized Quinn had been the first shifter. After he’d retired, all he’d craved was the quiet of the mountains. The solace of running in the woods. Time to consider the deal he’d made with the Army right after boot camp, the guy from the Pentagon had shown up and made him an offer.
The Shifter Special Forces were looking for more men. There was a lot to gain by allowing the government to splice animal DNA with a human. The ability to shift. Heightened senses.
Of course, this was also Quinn’s first lesson that the military tended to downplay the negatives of an operation when looking for volunteers. What the man from the Pentagon hadn’t told him was that Quinn would be unable to have children of his own. First, the Pentagon wanted to keep track of the number of shifters in the country. Letting them have babies willy-nilly if they survived their service contract would have been counterproductive. Secondly, they weren’t quite sure spliced DNA would work with human DNA.
Quinn had signed on the bottom line and received his animal the next day. Quinn loved the stubborn beast that lived within him. They’d run herd together as a gunnery sergeant. They’d protected his men. Protected his country for twenty years.
And then, when his time was done, he’d received his discharge papers without as much as a “fuck you” from the government.
Quinn had returned home to Maxwell Mountains, the land his great-grandfather had claimed deep within the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. Despite the loneliness, Quinn had needed the solitude.
First on the scene had been Cree James. Cree was the unexpected offspring of a mountain lion shifter and a human. He’d remained off the grid of the government for years, but a stint in juvie had exposed him as a partial shifter.
That told Quinn all he needed to know about the Army and their deal. It was fucking bullshit.
And as his men came home. Didn’t fit in. Couldn’t find jobs, one by one they’d found him. Came to the mountains. Settled the Silver Fells land. Built businesses and homes.
But the biological fact was, you couldn’t have a few hundred men settle a town without women. They became edgy. Restless. Territorial.
And Lacey St. Claire had wandered her delectable body right into the middle of a mangy pack of horny shifters. With Quinn Maxwell being the horniest, mangiest, and most territorial of the lot because she had sauntered right up to him and settled on his property.
His.
Quinn breathed a sigh of relief when he returned home and saw the light in Lacey’s cabin. He stared for a moment as her shadows moved around the cabin. Somehow, in the space of only an hour, she had given the dilapidated shack a quality of hominess.
One he would miss when she was gone. Because she was going.
He was going to contact the realtor he used and ream them out. This kind of fuck up was unacceptable. The last thing he needed was to babysit a human unable to protect herself.

The problem was he liked her. Her southern sass. That mouth that didn’t know when to stop. The way she leered at him like he was a stripper on a pole. 

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Saturday, July 7, 2018

Having her Jaguar's Baby - Snippet Saturday Edition!



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Having her Jaguar's Baby by Summer Donnelly


Forty-year-old Rafael Joaquín Chamorro retired from the Shifter Special Forces years ago. He rolled his military benefits into a successful real estate company in his adopted hometown of Silver Fells, North Carolina.

Twenty-seven-year-old hairdresser Melody Strauss came to Silver Fells to follow her attraction to Shifters. What she hadn't counted on was finding a home in the Carolina Mountains.

But during their sole night together the condom breaks. Will Rafe take responsibility? Can Melody risk falling in love with a man who isn't her mate? And what will she do if Rafael's mate ever shows up? Can Melody and Rafe work out the differences in their expectations to find their true love?


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Forty-year-old Rafael Joaquín Chamorro cried out as he woke from a dead sleep. He panted in the quiet of his bedroom before wiping one large hand across his face. He looked around to get his bearings. The familiar artwork, the crisp cotton sheets, and the gentle purr of a cat grounded him.


“You’re fine, asshole,” he reminded himself. He was not trapped in a cage in some God-forsaken Latin American country. Not wearing his once sharp canines down on wire bars. Not pacing relentlessly in an area the size of a one-car garage. “You’re home.”


His coal-black hair, with the first touches of silver in it, was drenched in sweat. His body felt clammy and uncomfortable. Even the lush, high-end sheets felt rough against his skin.


Rafe ran his hands down his arms to push away the sensation of needles poking at him. He wasn’t a test subject to be poked, prodded, and tormented. His time in prison was over.


He swept the covers off his trim, muscular body before walking to the open window. He lifted the screen and leaned out. His sensitive eyes picked up the shadows of Maxwell Mountain in the distance. Since fighting in the revolution in Quibria, he hadn’t been able to sleep well. A decade of sleep deprivation pulled at a man’s soul.


Rafe rubbed his hand over thick stubble and closed his tired, gritty eyes. He couldn’t wait until the weather warmed up again. Rafe could usually catch a few more hours of sleep outside, but with winter around the corner, even he craved warmth.


He bent his head, letting the cold light of the moon wash him clean. Rinse away the memories of his time in a cage at the mercy of a Quibrian general.


Following the first World War, the United States government put their best scientists onto Project Shifter. By the end of the 1940s, they managed to figure out how to splice human and animal DNA to create viable super soldiers who could shift from human to animal.


Even knowing what he knew now, Rafe wasn’t sure he would change his decision. He felt such a kinship with his jaguar form and pitied civilians for never knowing the freedom. He’d been born and raised in Nicaragua, home of the big cat.


The handlers offered multiple animals for him to merge with but for him, it was always going to be the sleek, muscular jaguar of his native homeland.


And yet, he resented the hell out of the government’s restrictions on mating, marriage, and offspring. “Puchica!” Damn it. He muttered the swear out of frustration as he rubbed at his dry, tired eyes. Irritation rode him like a mosquito bite he couldn’t reach. He wanted a wife. Kids. The picket fence and even a cat or two.


The things he wanted were off limits because of a contract he signed at eighteen.


Palms itched to touch silken skin. To have the scent of her shampoo on his pillows again. But without her, he was damned.


In a split second decision, Rafe sought comfort he didn’t deserve. He inhaled, tracking her elusive scent that calmed his aching beast. Melody.


A hint of autumn rose, watermelon lip gloss, and the ephemeral scent of a woman. His woman.





“No,” Rafe argued with himself. “Not our woman. She can’t be.”






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