December 29th, New Year, new release! Fan Pricing

Fighting for her Bear

Summer Donnelly

Introducing the #BBK - Bear Knuckle Brawlers. They're a mixed martial arts/ bear shifter cage fighters. And you know, the women who love them.

Because Bears!

Snippet:

Everly Smith rubbed the space between her eyebrows as she felt a headache creep up on her. She was tired, cold, and hungry. She was close to tears, and the last thing she wanted to do was argue with her cousin Fannie. And yet, here they were.
“Fannie, you can’t do this! This is our legacy. The only thing Granddad gave to us. Even if we did decide to sell it, why do you want to sell to that company?” Everly’s slim hands moved to her temples, hoping the impending headache could be nipped in the bud. She should have saved her breath. If there was something Fannie Hopkins wanted, she pushed until she got it.
Everly wasn’t completely against selling the acreage their grandfather had left them. She loved Silver Fells, but she wanted to finish college, too. Her share of the sale of twenty acres would let her finish getting her degree in commercial art and pay for an apartment in town for a few months. She’d still have to work part-time at the Lusty Leopard, but she liked her job at the shifter bar.
She just didn’t want to do it this way.
“Grandfather’s will was very clear. The first of us to get married inherits the house and land. Are you getting married any time soon?”
Everly detested the smug tone in her cousin’s voice.
“You know I’m not.” She began twirling one of her copper-colored curls to soothe some of her nervousness.
“Right. Because you keep hanging out with those animals.”
Anger burned in Everly. Pure and raw, she let it pulse through her.
She thought about the friends she’d made in Silver Fells, North Carolina. It was a small community of both civilians and former members of the Shifter Special Forces. Whether they heard of the town by word of mouth or the recent articles on the blog site Shifter Sightings, the town continued to grow.
“They aren’t animals,” Everly returned, keeping her voice even despite the rage that coursed through her. It would not help her cause to get emotional with her cousin. She thought of the shifter dating website her friend Luna convinced her to try. Plenty of Paws was brand new but getting new members signing up every day from all over the world.
“Right. If you say so.” Derision dripped from every syllable in Fannie’s voice burning through any goodwill Everly had towards her cousin.
Everly thought about Zane, the handsome bear shifter who she had a major crush on. Was twenty-two too young to have a crush? Too old? She didn’t think so, but the twenty-nine-year-old former soldier always treated her like a kid.

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December 22, 2018 ~ Last week at 99c - Gift for her Bears

Gift for her Bears by Summer Donnelly

Who doesn't love a good Christmas book? Especially one full of shifters, tinsel, and a family that you make on your own!

In Gift, we meet Bean, Keller, and Keefer. Three souls who need each other.

I was inspired by a wonderful 1940s Christmas Rom Com called It Happened on Fifth Avenue. If you get the chance (TCM usually shows it once during December) I highly recommend it. It's sweetly romantic, a little funny, and lots of heart but without being too schmaltzy.

Meet Bernadette "Bean" Adams. Former foster child, current waitress in Shifter Falls, Maine.

<<<>>>

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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December 15, 2018 ~ News, Snippets, and a Pre-order!!

#AmWriting

In June, the writing team I work with met up outside of Chicago. Amid the usual distractions when authors, editors, and artists get together, we did a 48-hour challenge to write, edit, and cover a super short story to collect in an anthology.

Each author drew a series of cards with plot devices and we wrote a story. From that, came the anthology The Hand you were Dealt. My story was about a bear shifter named Zane and is called "Betting on her Bear."

Available here

Fortunately, Zane and Everly had more they wanted to say. So, I'm very pleased to share their whole book - Fighting for Her Bear, available on pre-order. Release date is January 1, 2019

Snippet: 

Everly Smith rubbed the space between her eyebrows as she felt a headache creep up on her. She was tired, cold, and hungry. She was close to tears, and the last thing she wanted to do was argue with her cousin Fannie. And yet, here they were.

“Fannie, you can’t do this! This is our legacy. The only thing Granddad gave to us. Even if we did decide to sell it, why do you want to sell to that company?” Everly’s slim hands moved to her temples, hoping the impending headache could be nipped in the bud. She should have saved her breath. If there was something Fannie Hopkins wanted, she pushed until she got it.

Everly wasn’t completely against selling the acreage their grandfather had left them. She loved Silver Fells, but she wanted to finish college, too. Her share of the sale of twenty acres would let her finish getting her degree in commercial art and pay for an apartment in town for a few months. She’d still have to work part-time at the Lusty Leopard, but she liked her job at the shifter bar.

She just didn’t want to do it this way.

“Grandfather’s will was very clear. The first of us to get married inherits the house and land. Are you getting married any time soon?”

Everly detested the smug tone in her cousin’s voice.

“You know I’m not.” She began twirling one of her copper-colored curls to soothe some of her nervousness.

“Right. Because you keep hanging out with those animals.”

Anger burned in Everly. Pure and raw, she let it pulse through her.

She thought about the friends she’d made in Silver Fells, North Carolina. It was a small community of both civilians and former members of the Shifter Special Forces. Whether they heard of the town by word of mouth or the recent articles on the blog site Shifter Sightings, the town continued to grow.

“They aren’t animals,” Everly returned, keeping her voice even despite the rage that coursed through her. It would not help her cause to get emotional with her cousin. She thought of the shifter dating website her friend Luna convinced her to try. Plenty of Paws was brand new but getting new members signing up every day from all over the world.

“Right. If you say so.” Derision dripped from every syllable in Fannie’s voice burning through any goodwill Everly had towards her cousin.

Everly thought about Zane, the handsome bear shifter who she had a major crush on. Was twenty-two too young to have a crush? Too old? She didn’t think so, but the twenty-nine-year-old former soldier always treated her like a kid.

Ready for more? Make sure to get it at special fan price of 99c!!

Fighting for Her Bear

December 8 - snippet and a cover reveal!

Bear Knuckle Brawlers

by Summer Donnelly

Who are the Bear Knuckle Brawlers? It's an MMA Shifter full-contact combat sport that allows striking and grappling, both standing and on the ground, using techniques from various combat sports and martial arts AND shifting into apex predator form. Take THAT, gladiators!!

In Fighting for her Bear, we meet Zane and Everly. Some of you may have read their intro story in Betting on her Bear (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KDZT9X9)

Everly Miller's grandfather left her and her cousin Fannie joint ownership in his farm. But due to the codicil of the will, she needs to be married in order to inherit.

Injuries forced Bear Knuckle Brawler Zane Dixon to Silver Fells, North Carolina to enjoy his retirement. His manager, however, has other ideas.

Will their brief flirtation turn to more? Will Zane's old injury keep him from his future? Or will these two people fight hard for each other and their growing love?

<<<>>>

Everly
Everly Smith rubbed the space between her eyebrows as she felt a headache creep up on her. She was tired, cold, and hungry. She was close to tears, and the last thing she wanted to do was argue with her cousin Fannie. And yet, here they were.
“Fannie, you can’t do this! This is our legacy. The only thing Granddad gave to us. Even if we did decide to sell it, why do you want to sell to that company?” Everly’s slim hands moved to her temples, hoping the impending headache could be nipped in the bud. She should have saved her breath. If there was something Fannie Hopkins wanted, she pushed until she got it.
Everly wasn’t completely against selling the acreage their grandfather had left them. She loved Silver Fells, but she wanted to finish college, too. Her share of the sale of twenty acres would let her finish getting her degree in commercial art and pay for an apartment in town for a few months. She’d still have to work part-time at the Lusty Leopard, but she liked her job at the shifter bar.
She just didn’t want to do it this way.
“Grandfather’s will was very clear. The first of us to get married inherits the house and land. Are you getting married any time soon?”
Everly detested the smug tone in her cousin’s voice.
“You know I’m not.” She began twirling one of her copper-colored curls to soothe some of her nervousness.
“Right. Because you keep hanging out with those animals.”
Anger burned in Everly. Pure and raw, she let it pulse through her.
She thought about the friends she’d made in Silver Fells, North Carolina. It was a small community of both civilians and former members of the Shifter Special Forces. Whether they heard of the town by word of mouth or the recent articles on the blog site Shifter Sightings, the town continued to grow.
“They aren’t animals,” Everly returned, keeping her voice even despite the rage that coursed through her. It would not help her cause to get emotional with her cousin. She thought of the shifter dating website her friend Luna convinced her to try. Plenty of Paws was brand new but getting new members signing up every day from all over the world.
<<<>>>

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December 1st snippet and a behind the scenes story

A Home for Her Hawk

One of the most common questions writers get is "Where do you get your ideas??" They really can come from anywhere and at any time, which is the best part about writing.

I'm checking out the news months ago and came across the story of Dan Crenshaw who was running for Congress in Texas. If you remember, he's the Navy SEAL that SNL made fun of a few weeks ago because he wore an eyepatch.

Dan Crenshaw's story is humbling. He was on patrol in the Helmand province of Afghanistan in 2012 when an IED blast ripped through his body. Crenshaw was medevaced out of the area and put into a medically induced coma. He awoke totally blind and the doctors told him he would never see again. He went through risky, experimental treatment and was able to regain sight in one eye but lost the other.

And I thought - What if Crenshaw had been a shifter? What kind of shifter would suffer the most if eyesight were lost? And thus, A Home for her Hawk was born. Naturally, the book has nothing to do with the real man. I've never spoken to him and I don't live in his district. I used him purely as inspiration.

<<<Snippet: >>>

Like Cinderella, Kimber came home at the stroke of midnight. She slipped her shoes off in the dim light from the kitchen and approached the recliner. She smiled when she saw Anthony cuddled onto his chest.
“Daniel?” Her caress was gossamer soft. An animal as wild as he was shouldn’t have wanted to sink into her touch and beg to be petted. So, he forced himself to be still.
Dan opened his eye. Now more than ever, he detested the injury that cost him his right eye. He wanted to absorb the nuances of color on her cheeks. Each silken strand of her chestnut colored hair. The plays of blues that made her eyes appear violet.
“I need the baby,” Kimber whispered. She pressed one hand against her top and blushed. “Please.”
Without a word, he handed the sleeping baby to his mother. Dan saw the indecision in her eyes. He reached for her, urging her to sit on his lap. “Let me hold you.”
Kimber pulled back for just a moment before giving into the irresistible pull they created.
“My breasts are aching.” Kimber settled onto his lap and pulled up her shirt. “Please tell me he’s hungry.”
“I fed him at nine.” Dan held Kimber and watched while she tickled the baby’s feet.
“Be a good baby,” Kimber crooned to her son. “Help your mamma out, okay?”
Anthony stirred, yawned, and immediately began fussing. He snorted a little as he rooted and Kimber giggled at his enthusiasm. The room filled with a hushed silence broken only by the sound of Anthony latching onto his mother’s breast.
Kimber hissed. “Oh, that hurts so good.” She leaned down and cuddled into Dan’s chest. “We aren’t too heavy?”
“You’re perfect.”

<<>>

Ready for a little more? Come meet Dan and Kimber in A Home for her Hawk

November 24, 2018 - A Gift for Her Bears - A Christmas Shifter Book

A Gift for her Bears by Summer Donnelly

Who doesn't love a good Christmas book? Especially one full of shifters, tinsel, and a family that you make on your own!

In Gift, we meet Bean, Keller, and Keefer. Three souls who need each other.

I was inspired by a wonderful 1940s Christmas Rom Com called It Happened on Fifth Avenue. If you get the chance (TCM usually shows it once during December) I highly recommend it. It's sweetly romantic, a little funny, and lots of heart but without being too schmaltzy.

Meet Bernadette "Bean" Adams. Former foster child, current waitress in Shifter Falls, Maine.

<<<>>>

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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A Gift for her Bears

Snippet Saturday ~ 11/16/2018 - Thanksgiving/ Holiday Shifter Stories

My team and I have been super busy this fall! I've got shifters coming out all over the place!

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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