A BEAR'S BEAR

Smokey Mountain Bears 3
Release Date: January 13, 2016
Word Count: 42,615
Editor: Erika Orrick

Matthew Warner's been a Chicago Bears fan as far back as he can remember. What other team was a young bear shifter from the Smokey Mountains supposed to root for? When his college friend gets tickets to the next home game, Matthew jumps at the chance for a holiday. It's his favorite time of year and Nic promises him pumpkin carving and a visit to the world's largest corn maze, what more could he want? 

What Matthew doesn’t expect is finding out the defensive tackle for the Bears is his mate. Between fainting at the realization, meeting family, and dealing with the media fallout of his mate's coming out Matthew is in for a hell of a rocky Halloween.

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Excerpt - Chapter One:

Matthew Warner stood in the middle of his Alpha's backyard. Christian Packard was hosting the last sleuth get-together for the year. Yes, they would still meet up and have a run once a month. But the gatherings and cookouts like this usually ended in October before the weather turned too cold. As shifters, they tended to run hotter than humans did, but it would look weird to the neighbors if Christian hosted cookouts when the weather had dropped into the low thirties.

People stood around in small groups talking and laughing. The entire sleuth had turned out, as they usually did. Matthew pulled on his beer, drinking the last of it. He laughed at something Bobby said, thankfully swallowing his beer first. Spraying beer through your nose was disgusting. Matthew clapped Aaron on the shoulder and held his empty beer out.

"Anyone need a refill?" he asked.

"Yeah," Bobby, Aaron, Clayton, and Jeffery all acknowledged.

"Be back in a sec." Matthew gathered the empties and headed for the bin Christian and Vincent had put aside for them. The glass rattled as it hit the other bottles already littering the base.
Matthew said hello to Patricia, the previous Alpha, as he passed her on the back porch where she was laying out food on the massive table. She'd been a great Alpha and continued to be a wonderful support to her son.

He'd just reached down to start digging in the ice chest for the beers when Matthew's phone vibrated in his pocket. Seconds later, his ringtone sounded. He stood, fished his phone out, grinned widely when he saw the display, and swiped his finger across the screen to answer the call.

"Give me good news, man," Matthew greeted his old college buddy, Nicholas Valenti.

A slight pause, then, "I got the tickets."

"Yes." Matthew might have jumped in the air and pumped his fist. When he realized what he'd done, he quickly looked around to see if anyone had witnessed his uncool moment.

He heard laughing on the other end of the line. "You seriously just pumped your fist, didn't you?"

"I did not," Matthew spluttered.

"Dude, you can't lie to me. After sharing a room with you for four years, I know everything there is to know about you."

Not everything, Matthew thought.