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.
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