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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