QSFer Cheyenne Meadows has a new MM paranormal shifter book out: Polar Opposites.
Donovan is the new guy in town, a polar shifter, harboring a big secret. He’s a big city bear who moved to the tiny town of Forgotten, Wyoming, in hopes of finding peace. What he finds is poison ivy and angry wasps.
TJ, a grizzly shifter, is the local doctor with a past. He’s found a home in the country, but lacks happiness and a sense of belonging. The fact that he’s in the midst of his natural mating season doesn’t help in the least. The moment Donovan enters TJ’s clinic, sparks fly. TJ is determined to resist the temptation that is Donovan, but his inner bear and Donovan have other ideas.
When a hunter starts going after shifters and a blast from Donovan’s past show up for revenge, things get hot. But not as hot as the attraction between Donovan and TJ. If they can pull together and survive, they just might discover that, while they might be polar opposites, sometimes opposites do attract.
Polar’s back. The statement carried both amusement and a hint of excitement.
No shit, Sherlock. TJ answered his inner beast with a snippy retort, but he couldn’t help it. Just the scent of Donovan had immediate and undeniable effects on his body. His cock rapidly hardened, blood heated and pulsed in his body, and he couldn’t shake the delicious scent of the other bear from his olfactory senses. TJ’s pulse picked up speed and his mouth dried up, causing him to lick his lips.
Hell, just standing on the other side of the door from Donovan was enough to drive him to the brink of demanding lust.
He’d almost lost it the day before when he’d run into Donovan in the hardware store. The quick interlude just about snapped all of TJ’s iron clad control. The aroma had turned his bear into a raving lunatic with sex on his mind. As it was, he had to struggle to keep from trailing Donovan to the back of the store, climbing into one of the erected tents, and taking them both on a rough ride to paradise. Only the thought of voyeurs and a potential arrest stayed his hand. Well, that and the obvious gossip mill that would follow, bombarding him with questions day in and day out about such outlandish behavior for a physician.
He’d hurried out of there as if a posse were on his tail. Shame followed. He’d sunk to the level of running because he could no longer trust himself near the other shifter. A pretty damn pitiful excuse of a man he’d become.
If he were completely honest with himself, a small part of him was glad to see Donovan. Under other circumstances, he’d probably enjoy hanging out with Donovan now and again, though he doubted that would ever happen. His hunger was too immense, too consuming. And, the level hadn’t budged a single iota in the past few days.
He grappled with his raging libido once again, forcing himself into a calm state. After all, he was a doctor. Treating a patient. Nothing more than that.
Shut the fuck up.
TJ snatched the clipboard off the exam room door, read the name, and blew out a deep sigh. He scanned the notes on the paper and shook his head. Holy crap. Again? He collected himself and pushed through the swinging door. One glance at Donovan and his breath caught. Not just because of the handsome male shifter in his prime sitting on the exam table in nothing but a pair of shorts, but because he had several large, reddened areas over his body. They were swollen. A few hives added into the mix, making him look like an oversized partially ripened tomato after a particularly bad hail storm.
“What the hell happened to you?”
Donovan turned to meet his gaze.
TJ noticed the spot on his cheek which had caused enough puffiness to close part of his eye.
TJ’s mouth fell open. “Hiking?”
“No. Mowing the yard.”
TJ shook his head. He’d almost accuse Donovan of getting into trouble just to have an excuse to come in and torture him, but that didn’t seem to be the bear shifter’s way. Most likely he was an accident waiting to happen and living in the city all his years hadn’t prepared him in the least for the hazards of rural life. “Did you finish the steroids I gave you?”
Donovan nodded. “Two days ago.”
TJ narrowed his eyes, taking in the battered state of Donovan’s skin. “You’re a walking mess.”
Donovan’s shoulders dropped. “Yeah, tell me something I don’t already know.” He rubbed at a splotch on his knee.
“Stop scratching already.”
Growing up in the Midwest, I began reading romance novels in high school, immediately falling in love with the genre, to the point where I decided to write professionally for a career. However, that dream splattered against a brick wall and resulting quick death in my first writing class in college when my professor told me bluntly that I wasn’t any good at it.
I shifted gears quickly, and left my writing dreams behind, eventually settling on being a nurse. A few years back, I stumbled across a fan-fiction writing site on a favorite author’s webpage. I began to read stories others wrote, not only making some wonderful close friends from the experience, but also, really learning to write for the very first time. Here I was able to share short stories, practice my writing skills, and truly develop into a writer. More than that, the experience allowed me to revitalize my dream, as I rediscovered joy in writing.
When I’m not working or writing, I enjoy working in the garden, canning, and seeing my backyard as a living canvas for my whimsical landscaping, and, of course, reading romance novels.