Temptation Tuesday – Werebears Anyone?


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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“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.


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?”


“And you’re leaving?”


“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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