Grizzly - Bundle Parts 1-3

SHIFTER

(( Grizzly ))

PARTS 1 - 3

By

Emerald Wright

Shifter – Grizzly, Parts 1 – 3 Bundle © 2015

by Emerald Wright

Published by Manifestiny Entertainment, LLC

Cover Design by Manifestiny Entertainment, LLC

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(( SERIAL told in PARTS, BBW, Paranormal, Romance, 1
^st
Person Dual POV’s by Primary Characters ))

DESCRIPTION:
Cassidy is no longer an aspiring author. She hit the big-time, money-wise with her paranormal erotic romance shifter titles that are all the rage. She’s a success!

With her finances secure, she is taking a break from the genre and revisiting a former dream of writing the great American novel. First, she needs to get her latest book completed and in the hands of her publisher, ASAP. There’s just one problem, she’s switched out the last three chapters and needs them to be edited. But her editor isn’t available. What’s an author to do?

Help comes in the shape and form of Abe. New to town, a seasoned editor and ruggedly handsome, he’s not only willing to take on the editing job, he can do it fast. When they meet, the chemistry is instant and Abe is drawn to the curvy writer.

When Cassidy’s daily workout takes a drastic and amusing turn, the two begin the journey of becoming a truly unique pairing. Abe is eagerly seeking a mate, but can Cassidy wrap her head around fiction becoming reality and accept her very own, true-to-life shifter, to call her own?

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Say That to My Face

(( Song by Guster ))

'Round the corner

Loneliness still following me

I can't shake her

My mother said, 'Now don't be scared to fight'

So I should feel no shame

I should never turn the other cheek

Why don't you say to my face?

My shyness will keep me in place

Love always comes

Love gets her way

Love bites my tongue

Then love goes away

Shyness, fear, and shame

Whisper all those things about me

Come and say that to my face!

Words that I think, but don't say

Love always comes

Love gets her way

Love holds the tongue

Then love is gone

Say Neil Armstrong,

Where is the sun?

For shyness, fear, and shame

Have wrapped their arms and legs around me

Come and say that to my face!

When will be that,

I don't feel no shame?

There's a sin that coming on me

Come and say that to my face!

Chapter One

(( 1 ))

CASSIDY

It was turning out to be that sort of day. My editor was once again having a hissy fit over my impulse decision to chop about three chapters out of the original manuscript and replacing them with rewrites.

Yes, I knew it was a last-minute request and with next to no notice, but that is what happens when an insomniac night owl like myself has a creative epiphany.

“Please Charlene…” I was begging and next to wailing at this point.

I dreaded the thought of another chastising coffee date with my agent. He’d verbally spank me a new one alright if I did the bait and switch on him and it wasn’t even yet edited. If it was edited at least, that would get me a pass. Maybe.

“No, Cassidy. It’s not okay. For the last time, you’re not my only author. There is a reason I make a living at this and it’s not because you’re my only client. Sorry, but no can do.”

I sighed and relented. She was right, it wasn’t fair of me. “I’m sorry, you’re absolutely right. You’re ten times the professional I will ever be at this business.”

The silence on the phone was deafening. If I wasn’t careful, it was entirely possible that I would totally alienate her and that would be an utter catastrophe. Time to end this call ASAP and allow time to do what it does best. Erase the memory of me and my bad behavior from her mind. I hoped.

“There is someone I can refer you to. He’s looking for new clients. Promise to treat him well and behave yourself?”

I squealed perhaps a bit too loud into the phone, “Really?!”

“Yes, really. Promise.”

“I do. With cherries on top and a
Starbucks
gift-card. I so do!” I promised, glad to be almost back in her good graces. Maybe just the thought of deflecting me to someone else was all it took?

Oh crap?! Is she trying to get rid of me? As a client? She wouldn’t dare, would she?

“His name is Abe, he’s new to the city, but has experience. Your genre is one of his least favorites, so don’t be surprised if he seems reluctant. But I happen to know that he needs the income and is likely to accept the project. He went through a nasty divorce and she cleaned out his savings.”

“Oh. Okay. Fair enough. What’s his number?” I asked.

“He’s a bit anti-social, prefers email to be first contact. I’ll shoot him one and CC you on it. From there, you two kids can take it wherever it needs to go.”

“You’re a life-saver and a godsend, thank you and sorry!”

“You’re welcome. Now, I need to get back to work.” Charlene said, a bit of her chastising tone still there.

“Okay, have a great day. Looking forward to your email and thanks again.” I said.

“You too Cass, be well. Talk soon.”

The call ended and I peered at my laptop. This change was crucial to my latest book. I just knew it would make it better. It had to.

Although I was grateful for all the success this genre had brought me, I needed to write in a different one. I needed a break from were-bears, wolves, dragons, big-cats, oh my! We ladies like our men half-human, apparently. Readers couldn’t get enough of them. Even though I’d been able to put out a new story every three to four weeks, they were ravenous, those readers… Kinda like one of my shifter characters around a big, bloody, raw steak.

I’d created every variation of a shifter title one could possibly imagine. As a result, I was out of ideas. My checking account was flush with cash, but my heart just wasn’t in it like it once was. I was hoping that perhaps a break from the genre would bring back my creative juices for it. Time would tell.

The title I needed the three chapters to be fast-edited for, were my final chapters in a paranormal shifter romance. For now.

Then I could focus on another project, another endeavor.
The great American novel
.

Which had been half-done for like years now. A crazy bout of writer’s block on that one keeping me far and clear of it. But now that my financial woes weren’t in the way, I could get back to it, right? At least that is what I told myself. Who knew? Maybe I was kidding myself?

I saw Charlene’s email message pop-up as
Google
kindly let me know I had new email, a cute little chime sound on my laptop indicating its arrival as well. I clicked and smiled. She’d written a nice message, introducing us to one another and providing some detail on what I needed. His name was Abe McKeon, a nice Scottish name.

Good. Now that was underway, I could finally take a shower. It had been three days since my last one and heaven knew I needed it!

Just as I was about to stand up, a reply from Abe popped up.

Wow, that was fast?! He really must need the money.

I quickly read it. He wanted to meet in an hour, was I available? I’d been up all night, barely noticing that the sun had risen and it was now nine a.m. Although I’d hoped to get some sleep in before meeting up with him, I figured that sleep could wait. But not the shower. The shower had to happen.

I quickly typed out a response. I didn’t know what part of town he lived in, but by the time I finished showering and he finished driving, I hoped that it would likely sync up. I asked him to meet me at a café right around the corner from my place, my treat. One of my favorites. They knew me by name and would always give me my favorite spot to eat if it was open. I was an amiable diner and a very good tipper.

I hit send and waited. A minute later, he’d agreed and it was decided. I sent him a file of my book and clarified which chapters needed editing. With that, I locked my laptop and stripped. Time to get clean, smell fresh, wash the last few days away and the crumbs out of my eyes.

* * *

I, of course, arrived before he did. While waiting, I spotted a very attractive, rugged man who looked as if he’d be more at home in the mountains rather than a big, bookish, scholastic city like Boston.

I did a complete and utter double-take when he’d walked into the café and asked for me, by name. The hostess nodded politely in my direction and the smile on her face showed that she was as enamored by him as I was.

He was wearing a beaten, brown, leather jacket, a red and white flannel beneath it, a thin, white T-shirt beneath the flannel, jeans that hugged his package, front and back, just right and a pair of classic hiking boots. He was rugged, manly, and looked as if he’d just walked out of an
Eddie Bauer
catalog. Or something.