Virtual Tour - Tails and Whiskers (Midnight Rodeo, #6) by B.A. Tortuga

Tails and Whiskers

Midnight Rodeo, #6

by B.A. Tortuga

Date of Publication:  November 1^st 2016

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Cover Artist: Scott Carpenter

Genre: Gay, Paranormal, Shifters

Love conquers injustice.

From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Tails and Whiskers (Midnight Rodeo, #6) . . .

A Flying Fox and a Siberian Tiger. Both shifters. Both working for the same rodeo circuit. Both looking for that someone to understand them and maybe even love them forever. The coming together will test the bonds of who they are and what they wish to become. There was more at stake than just their hearts and souls. Their very existence comes in to this battle.

Issac was the fox shifter with little to nothing for himself. He was little more than a slave to the greedy goblin that held his contract. I found him to be sweet, a little odd, and very much worth more than he was being given.  Dmitri was the tiger shifter that had a heart to match his strength. Injustice was not something he would abide by. He knew what was right and was willing to fight to the end to make it right.

I got a bit more suspense and intrigue with this installment of the Midnight Rodeo series.  This was an interspecies mix that could change things for more than just the two involved. This was a novella that put spicy and sweet together and made the serving very delicious to consume.

Midnight Rodeo series:

Welcome to the Pack – Midnight Rodeo, #1 SEE REVIEW

Oklahoma Rain – Midnight Rodeo, #2  SEE REVIEW

Big Bear, Little Bear – Midnight Rodeo, #3  SEE REVIEW

Light a Rocket – Midnight Rodeo, #4

Freaked Out – Midnight Rodeo, #5   SEE REVIEW

Tails and Whiskers – Midnight Rodeo, #6  ABOVE

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Tiger shifter Dmitri loves his new home at Darque and Knight Rodeo, and he adores all of his new friends. His past as a circus animal remains strong in his memory, though, particularly when he sees inequality, like the hot little fox shifter who isn’t allowed on rodeo grounds unless he’s working.

When fox Isaac meets the handsome, burly tiger, the attraction is instant. He’d love to spend more time in Dmitri’s den, but as a contracted performer his access to the rodeo is limited. It doesn’t help that his greedy goblin boss refuses to loosen his grip.

Can Dmitri and Isaac find a way to be together, and to make a change for the better of everyone at D and K?

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Dmitri wanted to go play. He started paddling toward the foxes, just easing over.

They were sharp-nosed and quick, almost a blur. Dmitri wanted to touch them, catch one in his hand and see if they felt as electric as they appeared.

He watched as they played together, the energy never faltering, never even hiccupping. He sank under the water a little more, floating close enough to see bright golden eyes and shocks of red hair. One wee fox man was braver than the others, floating closer, meeting his eyes.

What a warm, inviting man, all bright green eyes and twitching nose. Dmitri rose up to the surface, smiling. “Dobryy den, little one.”

“Mmm. Hello. You’re amazing.” The fox’s voice lilted, just like a song, dancing on his eardrums.

“Am I?” Dmitri peered down at his fuzzy chest, which was gray-and-black striped just like his tiger.

“Uh-huh. You’re a tiger, huh? Lots of stripes and teeth.”

“I am. And you are a fox?” He’d never met a fox shifter before.

“I am. I work the trick ponies. We’re acrobats.” The little fox glanced over at the kitties, who were beginning to gather behind Dmitri. “I should go. It was nice to meet you. You’re beautiful.”

“Come see me at the food tents.” Dmitri wanted to see this one again, hear his laugh. “I cook good.”

“Oh. I can’t. We’re not allowed in the gates without a ticket. Thank you, though!” The little one moved away, keeping a good distance between him and the pride, which moved in.

Dmitri frowned. That wasn’t fair. If they performed for the rodeo, the foxes should get to eat.

“Dmitri, come on. Come play.” Serena tugged at his hand, her lynx right at the surface. “Before everyone gets grumpy.”

“Why would they?” He let her pull him back to the other cats.

“They’re… they’re prey more than anything. They live on the outside. You can’t trust the skulks.”

“The skulks?” Dmitri frowned at Selena. “That is vermin, yes? That is not nice.”

“Sorry, but aren’t they? They’re not… they’re not ours, right?” The youngling looked unsure, worried.

Dmitri shook his head, smiling for her to ease her worry. “We are all in this together. We should have—how you say? Have each other.”

“Each other’s backs,” Denver corrected.

“Right. Each other’s backs.” He grinned at Denver. “You know this, yes?”

“Hey, man. I’m in the ‘be good to me, I’ll be good to you’ camp. Life’s too short for bullshit when there’s happy to be had.”

Yes. Yes, he did love how his friend Denny held himself open. They faced persecution and suspicion from the outside world. Why bring it inside, too?

Potts looked over, nose wrinkling. “So, why the rule about them not coming in then, eh? Why aren’t they welcome? Big boss bring it down?”

Denny shrugged. “I guess? Peter more than Cody, I would wager.”

“Denver isn’t the biggest rule guy ever.” Blaine peered over Denver’s shoulder, eyes twinkling.

Denver chuckled. “What can I say? You need tickets you just say.”

Dmitri’s eyes lit up. “Yes? I would like to see the little fox for a minute.”

Denver nodded and offered him a wild grin. Denver was happy, and he wished to make others that way, as well. It was one of Denver’s many good points.

Dmitri glanced at the foxes, cavorting on the other side of the water. He wanted to know their good points. Especially the brave one.

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B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.

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Virtual Tour - Freaked Out (Midnight Rodeo, #5) by Kiernan Kelly

Freaked Out

Midnight Rodeo, #5

by Kiernan Kelly

Date of Publication:  November 1^st 2016

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

Genre: Gay, Paranormal, Romance

Love and compassion, when least expected, helps the hopeless soar.

From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Freaked Out (Midnight Rodeo, #5) . . .

A quick read into the forging relationship between and gargoyle and a snake shifter. What was it about Micah that drew in the gargoyle Killian? What was it about Killian that drew snake shifter Micah and allowed him to trust? These two were an unusual match for two of the rarest kinds of shifters in the paranormal world. 

Killian has been a protector for most his life. Then to have a new act move in and it looks to have some abuse going on triggers his protective instincts. Investigating gave him more than he would have ever dreamed was possible. For Micah life had been difficult at best and now to have someone interested in finding out what was going on was new. Will this bring more difficulty to his life?

I have to say that I was thrown a bit by the mix but intrigued enough to continue my read further. I was excited to find out what lay in-store for the two rare shifters. I had my protective instincts keep up a notch or two. I enjoyed this latest edition to the Midnight Rodeo series.

Midnight Rodeo series:

Welcome to the Pack – Midnight Rodeo, #1 SEE REVIEW

Oklahoma Rain – Midnight Rodeo, #2  SEE REVIEW

Big Bear, Little Bear – Midnight Rodeo, #3  SEE REVIEW

Light a Rocket – Midnight Rodeo, #4

Freaked Out – Midnight Rodeo, #5   ABOVE

Tails and Whiskers – Midnight Rodeo, #6

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Gargoyle Killian has the unenviable job at Darque and Knight Rodeo of wrangling the sideshow acts. When he meets Micah, one of the freaks from a new troupe contracted to perform, he's instantly drawn to the poor, pathetic creature. The more he learns about Micah’s situation with his reprehensible handler, the more determined he is to protect Micah.

Trapped painfully between two forms—man and snake—Micah knows nothing about his past except for what his handler tells him. The attentions of the gargoyle boost his mood, but what can Killian do to help him find the truth he seeks?

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Killian recognized the setup in an instant. It was a typical ten-in-one layout. An elevated walkway was constructed for marks to walk across, which overlooked “pits,” — curtained, sectioned off spaces on ground level where the freaks were exhibited.

“Hey, you! We’re closed. We don’t open until four. Get your ass out.”

The voice was rough and carried an edge of both arrogance and contempt, which made it clear the speaker thought highly of himself and was used to being obeyed without question. Its owner was an ogre, creatures known for their craggy faces and sour dispositions. Unlike most of his ilk, though, this one was less muscled and far fatter than other ogres with the show. His jowly cheeks sagged on his face, softening the coarseness in appearance his species were known for and almost melding with the deep rolls of fat on his neck. A ponderous belly strained the buttons on his frayed and faded black tuxedo jacket. He kept his sausage-like fingers hooked into the jacket’s lapels.

“Are you Emmet?”

“Yeah. Are you deaf?”

Killian bristled. Swallowing the anger summoned by the ogre’s disrespectful tone took what felt like a Herculean effort. That Emmet assumed at first glance Killian didn’t belong in the tent, that he was nothing but an insignificant mark, didn’t sit well with him. His ego was already bruised by his earlier conversation with Phillip; he felt the sting and the resulting need to hurt back was strong. “Listen, I’m here to—”

“I don’t give a sack of flying pig shit why you’re in here. Fucking brainless local yokels. Don’t you get it? Nobody gets a free show. You pay your money like every other fucking mark if you want to see my acts, and you do it after we open for business.”

“I’m not a mark! I’m—”

“Who are you, then? One of the rodeo roughnecks? Don’t you have a stake to pound or a pile of cow shit to shovel somewhere? Get the fuck out before I break you in half and feed you to the Snake Man.”

Killian felt his instant dislike for the ogre deepen into active loathing. That is the sound of an asshole speaking, he thought. His breath must reek of the shit he’s spewing. He tried to fight against his rising temper. A confrontation with a pissed off gargoyle rarely ended well, and he didn’t really want to explain to Phil and Cody why he’d murdered their newest hire. “I’d check my tone if I were you, jerk-off. Unless you want to find yourself and your acts booted out of the show, that is. I’m Killian, and I run the fucking sideshow.”

The ogre had the audacity to laugh at him. “Are you now? Well, I say you don’t run jack shit when it comes to me and my acts. I make the rules here, and you can fucking suck my dick if you don’t like it, little man.”

Little man? Seriously? He wants a pissing contest? Okay, then. No problem. Killian shifted into his gargoyle form, and noted with satisfaction the glitter of fear as it swiftly replaced the arrogance in the ogre’s expression. Damn skippy, you fucking overgrown troll doll. “Nobody fucks with my sideshow. This is how it works here, fuck face. You report to me, and I report directly to Darque and Knight. You got a problem with the chain of command, you’re free to voice your concerns with them. Of course, that might be hard to do after I rip your tongue out of your mouth and strangle you with it.”

“H-hey, now. No need for threats, friend.” Emmet held up his hands, palms facing outward, as if to ward off an impending attack. Not that anything short of a brick wall could stop Killian if he attacked while in his gargoyle form. His talons would shred the ogre as easily as a sushi chef could slice sashimi. “Just trying to protect my investments, is all. You understand, right?”

Typical of a bully, Killian thought. All bluster and no balls. “I want to see your acts. Now. Darque and Knight may have signed you on with the show, but I’m the one who decides whether you stay on.” Not really, but he figured Emmet-the-Asshole didn’t need to know that nugget of information.

“Sure, sure. I’ll send them into their pens. Give you the full show.” Emmet moved quickly for as such a hefty man, although the catwalk trembled under each of his steps. He disappeared behind a black curtain hung at the rear of the exhibit.

Killian swore softly under his breath. He’d only meant to wander around, observation without interaction and all that psychobabble crap. He had no intention of meeting the attractions face-to-face, but now he was stuck with a private viewing. He felt like a naughty little boy caught doing something he knew he shouldn’t. He felt anxious and guilty, and pissed off at himself for feeling that way.

I’m not doing anything wrong, he reminded himself. This is my job, right? I’m supposed to make sure the acts are legitimate. Except he hadn’t hired these acts — Darque and Knight had. He wasn’t responsible for them, Cody and Phil were.

Then why, he asked himself, do I feel like I am?

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Kiernan Kelly's stories of gay romance envelop diverse themes ranging from paranormal, to fantasy, and science fiction to contemporary romance. She is the author of over eighty titles available in both print and ebook.

Kiernan also writes young adult GLBT romance under the pen name, Dakota Chase.

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SPOTLIGHT - Light a Rocket (Midnight Rodeo, #4) by Julia Talbot

Light a Rocket

Midnight Rodeo, #4

by Julia Talbot

Date of Publication:  November 1^st 2016

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

Genre: Gay, Paranormal, Romance

Love is possible when the spirits move you.

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Skinwalker Raven Walkingman is the number one cowboy, at the top of his game at the Darque and Knight rodeo. He has his animal spirit guides, good friends, and a fancy trailer. Raven prefers casual relationships, so when Rocket starts talking about mating as shifters do, Raven pulls up the stakes. He doesn't need to fall for a ragtag cheetah.

Cat shifter Rocket is fast, but he only has so many lives left, and he spends more time injured than not. He’s the worst rider at Darque and Knight. Raven’s spirit guides adore him, though, and are more than happy to support him in his work and pursuit of Raven.

Raven and Rocket seem like an unlikely match, and sometimes it takes an otherworldly guide to make it right.

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Watching Rocket run on the little track at the now-defunct high school turned rodeo complex in… Crap. Kansas? Nebraska? Somewhere with corn. Watching that gave Raven a hell of an itch to scratch.

The little bastard was fast—no. Not fast. Breathtaking.

That speed glued Raven’s tongue to the roof of his mouth, and he wasn’t used to such an intense interest in a particular man.

Raven just needed to fuck Rocket into the mattress a few times. That would jostle this obsession out of him, get him back into his love-them-and-leave-them ways.

His dick told him he could do that right now, thanks.

Raven stared, fascinated by the way Rocket’s muscles moved, shifted, and rolled beneath the golden skin. He wanted to lick that flesh, wanted to rub against it. All of the spirits clamoring in his head agreed.

Rocket slowed, beginning to move alongside Blaine, the little bullfighter matching Rocket’s speed. The two of them were a pretty picture, and Raven gave up any pretense of working out, stopping to stare.

Denver chuckled softly, surprising him. “They can move, huh? All that work and they still want to run afterward. I just want a fucking beer.”

“No shit.” Raven did like Denver. A lot. “Pretty, though.”

“Both of them. You gonna play some?”

“Well, not with your Blaine.” He winked when Denver growled. “But yeah. I am.”

“Never heard anyone complain, honey.” Denver winked. “Of course, you and I never did get around to trying each other out.”

“And now you’re all taken.” He shook his head in mock sorrow. Denny and him, they would have ended up bruised and bloody and only done it once. Might have been worth it, though.

Denver’s smile was slow and wicked. “Pity for you, King Raven. I’d have made you beg for more.”

Blaine began to head over, the little wolf sensitive as all fuck. He could probably sense the vibrations of Denver’s cock or something. God knew the hot bastard was tossing off pheromones left and right.

“Mmm. No one has ever made me beg, Green.” He loved the kitty cavalcade nickname for Denver.

“No?” Denver grabbed him, squeezed him tight, and the embrace was fond and warm, only the slightest bit sexual. “Have fun tonight, man. Don’t break him. I sorta think Blaine’s fond.”

“I’ll only give him what he wants. I don’t do force.” Raven hugged back, smelling wolf scent and pot smoke and a deep sense of happiness in Denn.

So much more present than Dent had been.

The thought of the fallen bullfighter brought his wolf spirit to full focus, though, the need to comfort Denny instinctual. Losing a twin had to be like getting part of your soul torn out.

Denny looked at him, eyes knowing for a moment and the sudden wave of loss nearly knocked him off his feet, then Blaine touched Denver’s arm and it eased back to something reasonable, something bearable.

Raven released Denver, who turned and snagged Blaine, their strong bodies rubbing in the best way possible. “You done running with the cheetah, baby?” Denver asked.

“I am. Did you see him? He can’t maintain it long, but… shit, he doesn’t have to.”

“He’s quick,” Raven agreed. “Better runner than a bullrider, for sure.”

“Oh, shit. Rocket’s the world’s shittiest bullrider. Him and Ben Ursa should form a club.” Denver had more than a little evil in him.

Blaine chuckled. “Ben is good with horses. Rocket needs to find something to do with his running.”

“Yeah. Yeah, he does. Later.” Denny shot Blaine a look that was pure need. “Later.”

“Uh-huh.”

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Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Samhain Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, All Romance eBooks and Changeling Press. She believes in stories that leave a mark, and that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved. Find Julia at @juliatalbot on Twitter.

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Virtual Tour - Big Bear, Little Bear (Midnight Rodeo, #3) by Julia Talbot

Big Bear, Little Bear

Midnight Rodeo, #3

by Julia Talbot

Date of Publication:  September 1^st 2016

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

Genre: Gay Shifter Romance

From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Big Bear, Little Bear (Midnight Rodeo, #3) . . .

Grizzly bears-shifters. One a huge rodeo clown, Ozzie. The other a little, injured, horse trainer, Ben. Both wanting the other, but one feels that he has been rejected. The other wants time to allow for the other to grow up. Time lapses and things just don’t seem to add up any longer. Ben has recovered from his accident or not accident. And now, Ben feels that Ozzie seems to be interested but that seems not to quite be enough for Ben.

Things around Ben are not as they seem. Ozzie because concerned. Why can’t Ben shift any longer? What was going on to change things? How can he, Ozzie, fix things with Ben? Can they create a lasting bond?

There was a bit more going on here than Ozzie and Ben not thinking the other wanted the other. I did find the bits of mystery fascinating. I also found this to be a good addition to the Midnight Rodeo series.

         

Midnight Rodeo series:

Welcome to the Pack – Midnight Rodeo, #1 SEE REVIEW

Oklahoma Rain – Midnight Rodeo, #2  SEE REVIEW

Big Bear, Little Bear – Midnight Rodeo, #3

Light a Rocket – Midnight Rodeo, #4

Freaked Out – Midnight Rodeo, #5

Tails and Whiskers – Midnight Rodeo, #6

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Little bear comes into his own.

Ben Ursa has been out of the Midnight Rodeo game for a while, recovering from a terrible head injury. When he comes back, he finds a whole new place in the pecking order, his trained horses in high demand.

He also finds rodeo clown and grizzly shifter, Ozzie, who rejected him for being too young before. Now Ozzie thinks he's just right, even if he is a little black bear. Can Ben really recover and become Ozzie's mate, or will his family scheme to keep him "little bear"?

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“Man, the bullfighters all have their panties in a wad. I hope to hell they settle it out.” Ozzie wiped makeup off his forehead, growling a little at Thack’s assistant, January.

“You and me and the boss and the big boss and every other creature here, sir.”

Sir.

God, the wee little brownie was adorable. Such a cutie, with his little square glasses and his tiny soul patch of a beard.

Squishable.

Ozzie wanted to hug January and lick him, maybe. Definitely sniff him. Ozzie reined in his bear tendencies, which could crop up at the least convenient times. His desire wasn’t even sexual. More teddy bear like.

“So, tell me about the next venue,” Ozzie said. Their next stop was at a brand new arena.

“It’s near Santa Fe, sir. A charming arena with adequate facilities and a fabulous local pool of talent. They’re… surprisingly active there.”

“Are they? Good. We need more talent in the timed events.”

“Yes. Yes, I believe Ben Ursa will be rejoining us. Mr. Thackery is very pleased.”

Ben? Ben Ursa?

Poor kid. Ozzie remembered him well, and not only for his name, which was as bad as Osbourne McMahon. Bear Son of the Bear. Ben Ursa was Grizzly Adams meeting Latin.

“They get his brains all unrattled? Last time I saw him, he was in a bad way.”

“That depends on who you ask. January, I need the manifests for the drivers.” Thack nodded to Ozzie as January scrambled.

“Oh. Poor kid. But he’s good to ride?” He had to admit he’d had a thing for Ben, but he’d ignored it, waiting for the kid to be more confident. Hell, he felt like shit over it because the night the kid had gotten hurt, Ben tried to make a move on Ozzie, which he rebuffed.

He wanted Ben to be all grown-up first.

“He’s got a hard head.” Thack shrugged. “Shit, man, you know the kid is terrible at his job. He trains the best horses, though.”

“He does.” Good hazing, roping, and bulldogging horses were worth their weight in gold in their business. Worth enough to give a bad bulldogger a job. “I’ll have to stop by his trailer and say hi.”

It would be good to have another bear on tour again. Someone who understood about naps and salmon. Mmm. Salmon. He did love that stuff. Honey, too.

“He’s in the big black trailer with the bear painted on it.”

“Good deal.” He’d drop by on his way to get some food. Wave. Sniff some.

Thack nodded. “Good show, man.”

“Thank you.” Ozzie loved his job. He got to play on his natural bearish clumsiness and be a smart-ass at the same time.

Thack smiled, and Jesus fuck, that was creepy. All teeth and horns. Demons. Scary like whoa sometimes.

Ozzie waved and headed to see the little bear. Wow. That trailer was nicer than his. Way nicer.

Little Ben had family with money, with land, with amazing horses. Talk about a bear with a silver honey spoon in his mouth.

Ozzie grinned. Of course, the kid had also been hurt so bad a few seasons ago that he had to learn how to walk all over again. That meant the kid had grit. Determination.

He knocked on the trailer door, the little bear’s voice ringing out. “Coming!”

Ozzie tried to peer inside, but the window by the door was too small to get a good view.

The door opened up, bright button eyes shining at him from Ben’s smiling face. “Oz!”

“Hey, buddy.” Oh, look at that. Ben looked so much better than he had last time Ozzie had seen him.

“Come in. Come in. I just got here.” Ben was little for a bear, but a solid, broad shouldered man with a shock of pitch-black hair. He looked healthier, the skinny and pallor wore clean off from when he’d been hurt.

“Thanks. Thack said you were back.”

“I’m trying to be, yeah. It was touch and go.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re better, kiddo.” Man, the inside of the fifth wheel was amazing, a big kitchen and a huge platform bed visible in the back.

“Have a sit.”

The place was like a rolling condo—someone’s momma wanted to assure her cub was comfortable and safe.

He didn’t even have to move dirty clothes off the built-in sofa before he sat. “Nice place.”

“Yeah. Momma Bear. You know.”

“I do.” He’d met Ben’s mom. She was something else.

Ben blushed, head ducking, and Ozzie saw the scar, heavy and thick against his scalp. Damn.

“Hey, my mom still packs my lunch when she comes to visit. Smoked salmon tea sandwiches,” Ozzie said.

“I like smoked salmon. Lots. You want a beer?”

“Honey wheat?”

Ben nodded. “I got a six-pack. You’re off work, hmm?”

“I am.” He settled back, just—Man, it was nice to have another bear around, the scent familiar. Comforting. He forgot, sometimes, how alone he felt. Seeing Ben reminded him how much he’d liked the kid, too.

Little Ben brought him a beer, settling down across from him, all grins. Such a cutie. Really, Ozzie felt a little pervy around Ben. Just a little. Ben was gentle, peaceful, not a bit of growl in him.

Ozzie grinned. He had a lot of grr. A lot of grizzly.

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Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Samhain Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, All Romance eBooks and Changeling Press. She believes in stories that leave a mark, and that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved. Find Julia at @juliatalbot on Twitter.

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