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SMOKEY MOUNTAIN BEARS COLLECTION 1
BLURB: A Bear in the Woods
Vincent Marsden is a gay romance author with writers block. After being forced to take a vacation by his best friend, Vincent arrives at his destination. A stunning cabin in the Smokey Mountains. Vincent starts to think there could be something to this whole vacation thing until he steps out onto the balcony and comes face to face with a sleeping bear.
After being attacked and drugged Christian Packard finds a safe place to sleep it off. When he wakes, the last thing he expects to find is his mate. Between Vincent's uncertainty about the world he’s suddenly found himself in, and someone out to kill Christian, they have their work cut out for them on the road to their happily ever after.
Wreath of Fire
Michael's trying to start a new life away from his abusive father, but he's drifting and not sure what he wants. When he accidentally starts a kitchen fire, the hot new fireman who comes to the rescue is not only another bear shifter. He's Michael's mate. Michael desperately needs to get his act together and figure out what he wants if he has any hope of claiming the bear fated to be his.
Michael McKenna shook his head. "Christmas is a time for family. I'm not family," he tried to argue.
"Rubbish." Patricia Packard snorted. Michael stared at her, not believing the noise that had come out of her mouth. The woman had been Alpha, for crying out loud, he somehow expected her to be a little more polished.
"I'm not, you can't deny that."
"Michael." Patricia sighed, sounding so exasperated as she brandished the egg-covered pastry brush in his direction, bits of liquid egg flinging everywhere. "You are a member of our sleuth. This automatically makes you family whether you share our bloodline or not. You should know this."
The woman didn't give him a chance, just talked right over the top of him. "Plus, where do you think you're going to go? Huh? Christmas dinner is being held right here. You live here, for heaven's sake." Michael grunted.
"You're celebrating Christmas with us and that's final. Or do I need to call Christian and get his ass over here to tell you?" The hard stare of his former Alpha and the no-nonsense tone was enough. He knew when he was beat.
"You win," he said.
Patricia smiled broadly at him, then went back to egg washing the pies for dinner. "Would you be a dear and clean up that mess for me?" she asked, pointing to the specks of spattered egg all over the counter.
"Sure." Michael grabbed a washcloth from the sink and wet it before ringing it out and heading over to clean up the mess. He looked around to make sure he'd gotten it all, and when satisfied, he rinsed out the cloth and hung it over the faucet. "Do you need a hand with anything else?"