Wreath of Fire: Smokey Mountain Bears 2
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By Toni Griffin
Smokey Mountain Bears 2
Release Date: December 24, 2014
Word Count: 32, 176
Editor: Erika Orrick
Cover Artist: Catherine Dair
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.
Smokey Mountain Bears 2
Release Date: December 24, 2014
Word Count: 32, 176
Editor: Erika Orrick
Cover Artist: Catherine Dair
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.
December 2014
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Review by PizzyGirl - 4/5 Stars
This was a short story about two bears finding their mates. It gives good insight into what mating means for the shifters and the reader gets to watch both men struggle through the new emotions and desires. It was such a great story and for being so short, it packed in quite a bit of characterization. I fell in love with both men and I was so glad the author did not paint Michael as a child when all he lacked was the chance for an education. I really liked this Christmas story about the meaning of family and love. |
Excerpt - Chapter One
"You're coming!"
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."
"But—"
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?"
"No, dear, I'm just about done."
Michael nodded and left her to it.
That had been three days ago.
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."
"But—"
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?"
"No, dear, I'm just about done."
Michael nodded and left her to it.
That had been three days ago.