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.
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