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.
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