What I'm working on.

Hi everyone.

A lot of people are asking about the 3rd book in the bears series, Sammy's book.  I'm working on it now and hope to have it released by late this year. Here is a peek at a draft. Please remember it's a work in progress.



Brock leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Quick, let me hold you and talk to you. Please, protect me. My mother is on her way with one of the Brown girls. I’ve told her I don’t need setting up, that I have you, but she doesn’t believe me.”

Sammy felt a sting of jealousy course through her at the fact Brock’s mother didn’t believe she was his mate and was trying to set him up with someone else. Brock nipped her neck sending delicate shivers down her backk, then he soothed it with a kiss.

“Don’t worry angel, I’m all yours. No need to get jealous.”

Stupid shifter senses, her feelings weren’t even private. Brock dodged her elbow, then pulled her tighter against his chest as the woman she’d met briefly at the bridal shop the other day as she had her last fitting came over to them with a tall, stunning, brunette.

“Brock, darling, come and meet the lovely Stella.” Brock’s mother Adele totally ignored her.

“I told you Mother I already have a mate.”

Sammy watched as Adele raised her eyebrow in the most regal way. “I do not see this mate you have been talking about and if you’d mated her she should be here. She hasn’t come and introduced herself, and you don’t smell mated. So frankly I think you’re just being stubborn and making excuses to get out of things. I think your mate is make-believe.”

Sammy told herself to stay quiet. To stay invisible and not say anything, but she was sick of shrinking into the background. Before Greg, she would never have put up with someone treating her like this woman was now. She wasn’t make-believe, she was Brock’s mate whether she claimed him or not.

Taking a deep breath she told herself that Adele couldn’t do anything to her with Brock so close and behind them a room full of shifters and humans. “Hi Mrs. Bear, I’m Sammy. We met at the bridal shop the other day. I’m one of Sandy’s bridesmaids.”

The penetrating stare Adele had been giving Brock moved down to her. “I remember you hiding in the corner. Is my son bothering you? Has he put you up to pretending you're his mate so he can get out of events and things I’ve organized? You can say no and I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again.”

Sammy stared dumbfounded at the woman. This was the woman Susie loved? Sandy had told her to watch herself with her. That this woman was amazing the way she worked. On the one hand Adele had given her  an out, on the other Sammy knew she’d just been snubbed. Adele didn’t think she was Brock’s mate.

Sammy felt Slater come up beside her and he reached for her hand.

“Adele. I see you’ve met our pretty little mate.” Slater held the hand she wasn’t holding out. “Stella, it’s nice to see you again.”

Sammy watched as Adele turned red and her back went ridged and she plastered a fake smile on her face. “Slater, it’s nice of you to lend my son your mate to play this game, and I’m glad you’ve meet Stella before, you can tell Brock, what a wonderful woman she is.”

“No. Brock, is mine. Slater, and Brock, are both mine.” Sammy didn’t know what came over her, all she knew was Slater and Brock were hers. She wasn’t letting anyone have them bar her.

“I beg your pardon. You have to be wrong young lady. If you were their mate you would be claimed by now. My son and Slater have known you for months.”

Adele took a step towards her and Sammy almost jumped out of her skin as she heard two deep growls, one behind her and one next to her.

“Stay where you are mother. I will not even let you touch my mate. And if you do I won’t be as lenient as Jake and Zack.”  Sammy could hear the deadly steel in Brock's voice.

Adele’s head shot up from staring daggers at her to look stunned at her son. “I have only ever wanted the best for my children. I don’t think this tiny fat human is the right choice. One human daughter-in-law I can handle, two I’m stretching, but three is too much to pollute our good genes. I think you need to think real hard on your future.” And with that Adele turned and strolled away.

Wow. What a bitch. Maybe being with Slater and Brock was a bad idea. God, who would want that for a mother-in-law?

“Angel, I’m so sorry for her. If it helps I was mostly raised by nannies.”

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