Her Broken Bear - Snippet Time!

Snippet time!!
Her Broken Bear by Summer Donnelly

Blurb
Answering an emergency call from her best friend, twenty-eight-year-old Hadley Mills runs to Maxwell Mountains, North Carolina. There she meets Hunter, explosives expert and bear shifter. Hadley is able to heal Hunter's body, but his heart and mind are beyond her control.

Thirty-year-old Hunter Bromstad has a broken bear. Sent back from a battle with more internal scars than a man should carry, Hunter can't control his bear. But when he falls in love with a nurse practitioner, his life is turned upside down. Can he learn to control his bear? What about the years of service he still owes the government?

And when a fire breaks out on Maxwell Mountain, will he and Hadley be able to survive the fallout?
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I just finished my first round of edits on Her Broken Bear, book 2 in the Shifter Special Forces book series. It's 1am local time and i am both beat and happy. Hunter's story will be looked at by my editors in a day or two and i'll be on time for an early March pub date.

here's a short little (unedited) tease to keep you excited about the new book.

Hadley refused to budge. “Why don’t you tell me about the bear in your cabin. Did you start branching out from cats and dogs into lions and tigers and bears?”

“Oh, my,” Lacey said. “Well, not exactly.” She shook her head. “Okay. But don't freak out, okay? Promise?"

This didn't seem good. Hadley narrowed her eyes. "I'm a nurse, Lacey. Not much freaks me out." But when her friend continued to just look at her, Hadley nodded. "I promise."

Hadley felt her jaw drop in shock. “One came to our high school career day. Are you telling me you have a bear soldier in your cabin?”

“Yes,” Lacey admitted. “His name is Hunter Bromstadt. He’s in a bad way.”

“But how? I mean. Why?” Hadley leaned against the side of her car and ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. “What’s going on?”

Lacey took Hadley’s hand and lead her into the third, slightly shabby and deserted cabin. “Come meet Hunter,” she said. “He’s one of Quinn’s friends.”

Hadley stopped in her tracks. “Is Quinn a bear shifter, too?”

“What? Oh, uh. No. He’s a Mastiff.”

Hadley shook her head, feeling as if she had stepped out of 21^st century America and entered the Twilight Zone.

She entered the cabin and held her hand up to her nose. The dark scent of decay and the rank odor of infection slammed against her. “Holy Moses,” she said. The cabin was empty except for an angry brown bear being run herd on by a Mastiff of almost the same size.

“I take it that’s Quinn,” Hadley said.

The massive dog howled and acknowledged her presence.

“Why didn’t you just take him to the hospital? I can smell the infection from here.”

Tears trembled on Lacey’s eyelashes. “He can’t hold his shifts. The hospital might drug him. Might institutionalize him. We can’t let that happen. Not unless we had no choice.”

Hadley took in the scene with practiced eyes. She pulled her script pad from her purse. “Go into town and get these scripts filled.” She wrote down two different types of antibiotics. She ripped the page and handed it to Lacey. “And I need the following items, but you won’t need an Rx for them.”

Lacey nodded. “You’re the best, Had,” she whispered right before she took off.

“Will I be safe?” Hadley asked as she approached her patient.

“I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

Hunter

The pain was everywhere. Screaming children echoed in his brain. The scream of a mountain lion stirred his anger. And the pain radiating from his shoulder bathed them all in a blood-red haze.

He was operating on instincts. His roars in time with the throbbing of his pulse. The cries of the children an out of tune staccato medley. And the damn cat, icy green eyes daring him to move forward.

Only the dog kept him from hurting people. No. He shook his massive head. Not a dog. A friend. But that couldn’t be right. He didn’t have friends. His friends were dead. As dead as the Qubrian children he’d helped kill.

War after war, they were sent. To countries near and far. Hunter was damn good at his job. Until Qubria. After six months in the Latin American hellhole, he’d been given leave and an appointment with the Shifter Veteran’s Hospital.

Fuck that shit. All he needed was his bear, Bal.

Another scent penetrated his dimmed senses. Delicate. Floral. The sweet scent of roses on a June evening.

Mine

Hunter roared. Another scent was in his way. Guarding her. Danger? Was there danger? Bear and human warred for supremacy.