Werebears Like Donuts, Too

I have written a new Kindle Worlds story in the Southern Shifters world. It is a continuation of Gus and Bex’s story which began in Ink To Bear. In this new title, questions from Bex’s past arise and secrets are revealed that even I didn’t know until recently… There will be a book 3, as well, coming in late October.

Enjoy!

~lissa

Inked By The Bear


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Gus tried – and failed – to ignore the rumbling beneath his feet. He heard them coming long before anyone else would have. And, he felt them.

He turned the wrench harder than he should have and reminded himself that it wasn’t his bike he was working on right then.

It was a neighbor’s bike. A human’s bike. And a normal human wouldn’t have that kind of strength behind the simple turning of a wrench.

The roar of multiple engines gutted the silence of the normally peaceful little town of Dandridge, Tennessee. He’d brought Bex here when she sold her childhood home to start

He gave her a ride from North Carolina and hadn’t left. Didn’t have a plan to leave, either.

He also didn’t want to cause her or anyone in the small town issues and the wolf shifter leading the handful of other wolf shifters was nothing but one big, furry issue.

Gus stood, wiping his hands on a rag, and pretended he wasn’t tense as the first bike pulled right up to his feet. One by one, the engines shut off. It wasn’t until all was quiet again, that Gus looked up.

“Blackwood,” was all he said by way of greeting.

“I’m here to talk about the human woman.”

“She’s mine. Which makes her off limits to you. No need to talk about her. Have a… Safe trip back.”

“I’m not looking to cause trouble.”

Gus smirked. “You and your pack are nothing but trouble from what I hear. Especially, you.”

“At least the reputation fits,” the wolf said with a grin. His expression turned serious again. “She’s not a pure human. And I know you sense that. We all sense it. She’s part shifter, and given her age and where she comes from, I think I might I know something about her past.”Gus stared at the alpha wolf, one brow raised in question. That was a lot of specific information to just be tossed out into the open. Was Blackwood telling the truth? If he wasn’t, Gus would tear the wolf apart. But… But if he was…? Only Bex could say whether or not she’d want to know.

“Look, I know you have no reason to trust me, but when I saw her a few weeks back outside Sweet Retreat? Let’s just say it triggered some things I’ve been pulling together about past events involving our kind.”

Now, Gus was even more wary about the wolf and his intentions. “She gets off work in a few hours.”

“We can go see her now,” Luke said impatiently.

“We sure as hell can’t. I’m not letting you and your pack loose all over town or upsetting her at her job.”

“Possessive or protective?”

“Where you’re concerned, both. Definitely both.”

“Fair enough. What’ve you got for entertainment? Sounds like it’ll be a bit of a wait.”

“You can work on your bikes, or nap, or best idea, go back where you came from.”

“How about some ink?”

“You trust me with a needle?”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

Gus regarded the wolf shifter for a long moment. He couldn’t get a real solid read on the pack and their intentions. Something didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. The best way to get to the bottom of it, was to keep the wolves around for a bit. “All right. Come with me. Don’t touch anything. She’ll know if it’s out of place.”

Through the back door, Gus led Luke through the kitchen. It was mostly put together. Bex was waiting on the stove top. She’d bought it at an estate sale when the money can through from the sale of the bed and breakfast in Bryson City.

She had a thing for vintage appliances and the oven was being repaired at a local shop down the road.

She had a whole vision for the place. His vision was only for her and the home he wanted with her.

“Don’t suppose you or any of your boys brought donuts from that little place in Deal’s Gap, did you?” He hadn’t had a chance to go get any himself since he’d been back from his last tattoo trip. He had a hankering for something sugary and cake like.

“No. Can’t say that was on my mind when we set out earlier.”

“Shame. Would’ve been nice, since I don’t think you’re here to talk about anything good.”

“Guess it all depends on what you consider good.”

“Guess so.”

“She tell you about what happened to her mother?” Luke asked as they climbed the staircase. Gus had refinished it down to the original wood a couple of weeks back. He needed to earn his keep. He couldn’t let her be the only one working while she got things off the ground. She didn’t make him feel that he did. No, the feeling came from within him, from when he’d been taken in and raised by a family who didn’t owe him anything, who didn’t have to keep him, yet did.

He couldn’t and wouldn’t be beholden to anyone, not even the woman who made him feel as though he fit with her more than he’d ever fit anywhere. “Yes, she told me,” he answered honestly.

“Did she tell you it was a bear? One like you?”

“She did, but he wasn’t anything like me. I wouldn’t have done what he did. I don’t know any bears who would.”

“No?”

Gus rounded on Luke so fast, the wolf nearly fell down the steps. “No, you son of a bitch. I don’t. If you’ve got something to say, say it. Otherwise, save your story for Bex or leave.”

Luke raised his hands in a show of surrender. “Guess donuts would’ve been a good idea. Maybe they’d have kept your temper in check. You’re touchy.”

“We’ll find out who’s touchy when I get the tattoo gun out.”

“You don’t scare me, bear,” the wolf muttered once they started up the stairs again.

“That was your second mistake,” Gus bit out.

“What was the first?”

“Showing up.

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The quaint little town of Dandridge, Tennessee is about to get a whole lot less quiet and a whole lot more interesting…

Bex and Gus have kept busy since leaving Bryson City and arriving in Dandridge. Between renovations on her would-be bed and breakfast, Gus tinkering on a couple of bikes and planting roots for the first time in his adult life, and Bex pulling long hours at a local restaurant, there’s been little time for much else.

But when werewolf Luke Blackwood, of the rogue Blackwood Pack, shows up with answers to secrets from Bex’s past, revelations that question whether or not she’s truly human, and and theories that may lead them all in dangerous directions, Gus must call in the cavalry to help them sort things out.

*Author’s Note: This is not a standalone read. Ink To Bear – Black and White series, Book One, can be read as a standalone, and is the beginning of how Bex and Gus met, but Inked By The Bear, a continuation of Bex and Gus’s story, cannot be read that way. Inked By The Bear has a cliffhanger ending. Book Three will be out in October 2015*


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Temptation Tuesday – Werebears Anyone?

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I’m in the process of writing a second Southern Shifters novella for Eliza Gayle’s Southern Shifters Kindle World. I don’t usually drop everything else, or push other things back in order to work unexpected stories in, but this werebear did better than any other paranormal I’ve written, so while it was still doing fairly well, I figured I’d give in to the urging of readers, and Eliza, and The Blackraven, and try to get one out…

September 17th will be the next one… That’s right around the corner. Next week. ACK!

Did you read the first one? Ink To Bear? Here’s a little snippet for you, if you didn’t…

InkToBearKindleWorlds-200Bex shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her orange canvas sneakers were bright in the pre-dawn light compared to her companion’s black motorcycle boots, the same one’s he’d been wearing the day before. His shirt had changed from black to a deep, dark espresso brown. The pair of jeans he wore were loose on his hips and threadbare. She wanted to lick him up and down and she wished she looked even a fraction as sexy as he did in jeans and t-shirt.

That’s all she’d brought with her to Bryson City, but hers didn’t do the justice for her body the way his did. She traveled light and hadn’t brought anything fit for riding a motorcycle while wrapped around Gus.
Wrapped around…

She probably shouldn’t let her mind travel down that particular road either. She’d wanted him so much just a few hours ago and when he’d teased her, but said it wasn’t the right time… No. She wasn’t going there at the moment. There were more pressing things she needed to focus on.

Like the fact her life was changing rapidly. So much so, she hadn’t had a chance to catch her breath. Maybe she didn’t want to. Maybe she didn’t want to stop and think about what she was doing. If she did —

“You seem nervous,” Gus remarked, interrupting her thoughts. She was grateful.

“You’re observant.” It was apparent she was also a smartass.

“Prickly, too.” His offhand remark did exactly what he knew it would; make her smile, in spite of herself.
“Are you sure I’m going to fit? There doesn’t seem to be room for me,” she said. Midnight blue fenders. Handlebars that were low in the middle like a U and wide at the top. Bags on the side that weren’t leather like those she’d seen on other motorcycles. No, these were hard plastic or something. She didn’t know anything really about motorcycles, not enough to be able to distinguish one from another other than cosmetic differences.
Gus’s was beautiful. All shiny chrome, black leather, and that shade of blue that would match the sky just as it shifted to black.

The dashboard… Was that what it was? Like in a car? The speedometer and other gauges looked old fashioned and fit the bike, but if she knew Gus, they were probably more high tech than what they seemed at face value.
She was consistently surprised by him.

“You’ll fit.” It was all he said as he attached a small seat to the back of the bike, bringing her back to the conversation. She’d been so lost in looking at the bike, that she’d almost forgotten her concerns. He turned toward her, a helmet in his hand.

“You came prepared.”

“You never know when there might be a damsel in need of assistance.”

She smirked and took the headgear. “Run into a lot of those, do ya?”

“Not one I’ve ever used the seat and helmet for.”

“I should consider myself special, then?”

“Without a doubt, pretty girl.”

Bex smiled at the endearment. She settled the helmet on her head and fumbled with the strap beneath her chin until she got it snug enough to not fly off. “Good thing I’m not vain enough to worry about having helmet head.”

“No one would care anyway.”

She scrunched her face in displeasure. “That’s not nice.”

“Not what I meant, but if it makes you feel better, I care. I care so much I’ll probably be unable to look at you after you remove the helmet. Happy?”

Bex did her best to keep from laughing, but her best wasn’t good enough. “You’re a jerk,” she said, in the midst of her laugh and shoved at his shoulder.

“Nah. Just a shifter trying to make you happy.”

Now, you should go grab the book, if you hadn’t before, so you’ll be ready to read the next one next week!

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~lissa

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Eliza Gayle’s Southern Shifters Kindle World officially launches on August 11, 2015. It is the first paranormal romance Kindle World and I am so thrilled to be part of it. (more…)

New Release – Ink To Bear

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“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” His gruff voice matched his appearance and Bex was mesmerized at the endearment as well as his ability to discern that there was anything wrong at all.

“N-nothing.”

He shook his head. “You’ve been crying. Why?” He lifted a hand, but dropped it quickly without touching her. “Who hurt you?” he asked softly, but with a marginal edge to his tone. How she could tell anything about him was beyond her. She didn’t know him and he didn’t know her. And yet…

“No one hurt me. Thank you for… Caring, I guess. I’m fine.”

He grunted, but said nothing more about it. “What’s in your package?”

“My… Oh. It’s an o-old key.” She stumbled and started to stutter as emotion threatened to clog her throat again, but she managed to swallow it down.

“It makes you sad. Why?”

Bex tilted her head to the side and looked up, up, and up until she could see that he’d removed his sunglasses. His eyes were varying shades of brown, from bright gold to dark chocolate. They were beautiful, hypnotic and if she didn’t focus her gaze somewhere else, she was going to fall under his spell.

She chose the envelope and its content. “It was the key to my mother’s bed and breakfast. She passed away recently and the house has been sold. This is original key.”

“What will the new owners do?”

“They’re putting in a new lock and don’t need this key anymore. They thought I would like to have it.”

“And do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Like to have it?”

Did she? Every time she looked at it, she was going to tear up. How long would it take for that not to happen at all? She didn’t know and she didn’t really want to find out.

“Fair enough. I’m Gus, by the way.”

“I’m Rebecca, but people have always called me Bex.”

“Cute. I like it.”

“Well, I… I’ve got to head out and return my rental.”

“You don’t live here anymore?”

“No.”

“And you’re leaving?”

“Yes.”

“To go where?”

Their conversation had been rapid fire, back and forth until he asked her where she was going. It at least told her she still had her head screwed on straight. Telling a complete stranger, even one as delicious as he was, was tantamount to disaster. So, when the next words popped out of her mouth, she was so surprised she immediately clamped a hand over her lips. “Tennessee. My bus leaves later tonight.” He smiled at her revelation and she wanted to kick herself. She knew better than to give out information like that.

“Let me take you.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised by his offer, but she was. That didn’t make any sense, either. “You don’t know me and you don’t where I’m going. More importantly, I don’t know you.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised by his offer, but she was. That didn’t make any sense, either. “You don’t know me and you don’t where I’m going. More importantly, I don’t know you.”

“Hmm.” He scrubbed the beard on his chin and she suddenly wanted to know what it felt like. Was it course? Silky? It looked like a combination of both, and she had an urge to feel it against her skin, against her cheek, on the inside of her thighs. “Why is it more important?”

Shocked at the direction of her thoughts, she didn’t catch his question. “What?”

“Why is you not knowing me more important than me not knowing you?”“Just look at you.” She gestured toward his body for emphasis.

“Size aside, you could still knife me in my sleep.”

He had a point, even if he didn’t know how well she could wield a knife, a bow and arrow, and a hunting rifle. “And you could knife me in mine.”

“You’re too pretty for that.”

She grinned. Open and honest and big, she grinned. It felt wonderful. “Nice to know my looks are worth something,” she said with a chuckle. “Thank you, Gus. Really. But I can’t.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I’ll be around until midnight doing tattoos. Come find me when you change your mind.”

“When I…” But he was already walking away. For such a big man, he moved with ease, an animal grace. He didn’t lumber or stomp or even seem to notice his size and how much space he took up. He was comfortable in his own skin in a way most people she knew never were.

Bex shook herself of the effect the man had on her. He’d disappeared inside the tattoo shop at the end of the row of shops. The whole shopping area was newly renovated and blended with their mountain surroundings.

The tattoo parlor was the newest business, open for a year or so, according to Mr. Garnet.She stared for a little longer in the direction the bear of a man had gone, then slid into her rental car. It was time to move on, time to start a new life.

And she pretended not to notice the tear that slipped down her cheek.

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Big, and built, Gus is one werebear most other shifters, and hybrids steer clear of; unless he’s got the ink out. Then, they line up for the chance to see him work and maybe, just maybe, get a little ink of their own. He’s made a name for himself as a traveling tattoo artist, but he’s a loner and his only rule is to never stay any place long enough to learn names.

But then, he sees her…

Bex is alone now. No family since her mother passed. Few people she would call friend. And she’s just sold the last remaining link to her childhood. None of it seems real and yet, it’s all too much reality for her. She wants to start her new life and she wants out of her small hometown.

Her way out comes in the form of a broad shouldered, tattooed biker, offering take her anywhere she wants to go, even if it means going over the infamous Tail of the Dragon mountain pass and through territory that isn’t always friendly to his kind.

She’s never been on a motorcycle. She’s never been this close to a shifter. She’s never done anything reckless. Can she trust him to keep her safe? More importantly, can she trust herself and her feelings when she climbs on and wraps herself around him?

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