Spirit Bear by Delta James

It’s the time of the rut…and she’s at his mercy.

Nora Bishop, investigative reporter, is determined to uncover the truth of the “accidental” deaths of her friend and a conspiracy theorist. She realizes she’s on to something after a break-in at her loft and she calls the one man she thinks can keep her safe…Boone Daniels.

Now making a living as a back-country guide and mercenary, Boone agrees to keep Nora safe…for a price: Nora must agree to all of his sexual needs. And he has many.

But when old feelings for each other start to rise to the surface, the truth Nora seeks also brings them both closer to danger. The truth is far too close to home—proof that a parallel species evolved alongside mankind.

The secret has been kept for millennia and Boone is one of them… a Spirit Bear Shifter; and it’s time to mate.

Publisher note – Spirit Bear is a second chance romance with lots of heat in and out of the bedroom for mature readers only.

Targeted Age Group:: 18+
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 5 – NC-17

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
As with most of the books, the hero stepped forward and said, I have a story to tell. I was never planning to write a paranormal series. It was supposed to be a stand-alone. However, more characters are stepping forward so it looks like it will be a series.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Boone, the hero of my story, kept whispering, “I have a story to tell,” until I couldn’t ignore him any more and he channeled, Spirit Bear. I was actually working on another story at the time and had to stop that story to write Boone's.

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He had just taken the first step up when he thought he heard the faint sound of a motor. Carter raced out into the foyer and the two of them rushed the front door, flinging it open to spill out in front of the house just in time to see one of the SUVs flying down the drive. Boone swore when from the roof of the SUV, a single fist with a defiant one-fingered salute appeared.

“Off hand, I’d say your girl has yet to grasp both the severity of the situation and of royally pissing you off when she disobeys you,” said Carter.

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The City is a dark and dangerous place but amongst the desperation and despair there is a ray of hope, weak and insubstantial, but with the potential to light up the world.
Jeremiah Tully has a single joy in his life – the silver flute his mother left him. Mute from birth, the flute is his voice; but the mystery of why his mother abandoned him is left unanswered. Isolated because of his disability, and his mixed-race heritage, he struggles to find meaning for his existence.
The metropolis is awash with demons and other horrors, can he drive them back – would that gain him acceptance? The silver flute is inscribed with the musical notes of a powerful melody that could be used as a weapon against the invaders – but there’s no guarantee that it will work.
Then one day a stranger comes into his life and all hell breaks loose…

Targeted Age Group:: 16 to 20

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I used to work in a call centre and my desk was next to a huge window that overlooked the iconic art-deco Littlewoods building, on Edge Lane in Liverpool. In between calls, I would gaze out at the building and one day it struck me that it would make a great location for a story. I developed the idea further, over a number of weeks and hence, The Land of Midnight Days was born.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I'm a great fan of 70's rock group, Jethro Tull, especially their lead singer, Ian Anderson, who is also well known as a flautist. I was listening to one of their albums one day and inspiration struck and the main protagonist popped into existence. I named him Jeremiah Tully. He evolved into a flute player, who not only plays the flute, but also uses it to express his feelings, as he is mute and cannot communicate verbally. The rest of the characters evolved around him and I soon had a full "cast" with which to people my imaginary world.

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Don’t look back; it’ll slow you down – just run!
The city had become the worst of urban jungles. Hunters ruled unchecked as Jeremiah Tully, running for his life, could testify.
He fled down yet another street and saw a small crowd ahead, gathered around a figure standing on an upturned crate. He came to a halt, unsure which way to turn.
Raising his head, the man brushed his wild, bushy hair back from his unshaven face and began to speak. ‘Brothers and sisters,’ he intoned, arms raised high, ‘join me in my cause to rid this place of impurity. Let us drive out the iniquitous and send them back to their holes and dens.’
A poster had been hung on some nearby railings. Black letters on a white background blazed a message of hate:

Free the city of impurity; drive out the lower races.
Unite in a glorious cause to restore our freedom!

That the speaker was demon-possessed was in no doubt. Nonetheless, the crowd hung on his every word.
The sound of running feet echoed along the pavement and a quick look around showed a group of youths racing towards Jeremiah. Blind panic rose until he spotted a fire escape attached to the side of an abandoned warehouse. He hauled himself up, hand over hand, feet slipping and sliding on the wet metal steps. At the top he paused and hunched over, struggling to get his breath back. His damp hair clung to his head and his heart hammered against his ribs.
‘There he is!’
His pursuers were still after him. With a sound of despair, he fled.
Coils of wire, broken packing cases and old pipes lay strewn across the flat, waterlogged roof. He wove his way between the rubbish until forced to halt at the parapet on the opposite side. A pair of rusty metal bars clung to the brickwork; the rest of the ladder had fallen away. Some fifty metres below, the ground seemed to rush upwards. He lurched back, fighting off an onslaught of vertigo. There was no point in calling for help. Even if he’d been able to, no one would answer.
Metal clanged, wood snapped and boxes flew, as the pursuers kicked their way through the litter. One of them yelled, ‘Come on, we’ve got him!’
Jeremiah looked over at the adjacent building and tried to gauge the distance – maybe three metres.
His pursuers were gaining on him. He snatched up a piece of pipe and then hurled it at the nearest. It caught him across the midriff and he went down, taking two others along for the ride. Their tangled bodies forced the rest to pull up.
‘You stupid sod, what d’you wanna do that for!’ one of them snarled at the man who’d caused the pileup.
A second glance at the other warehouse told Jeremiah he had no option. He backed up a little and then raced forward. When his feet hit the edge of the roof, he pushed off into space. He overshot the ledge of the next building and landed hard. Winded, he curled into a foetal position.
A string of curses drifted from across the way and he forced himself to look up. Gathered at the periphery of the roof he’d just leapt from, the gang continued to rant and threaten but didn’t dare follow.
Ever since he’d left The Crack o’ Dawn pub, they’d chased him through the dark narrow streets, determined to bring him down. His pursuers were Wannabes, members of a fraternity dedicated to the destruction of those who were different; and he was that all right. Not only did his ancestry include that of the last of the magical races, the once nomadic tribes of Elwyns, but he’d compounded his felony by being half-human as well. Not that the Wannabes were aware of that. All they saw was an Elwyn, with pale skin, silver eyes and slender-than-usual build.
Jeremiah shrugged off his leather backpack, took out a bulky pouch, opened it and stared at the gleaming contents.
Thank God it remained undamaged.
Ignoring the stream of abuse, he replaced the pouch in the bag and then ran off into the darkness.

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In university Volo Noscere, located in Rome, where new academic year brings forth alot of new challenges and questions. When the world becomes increasingly unpredictable, are the humans reason for it all, or is there more to it?

Evyline and Lisanna believe there must be magic behind the changes. Tylon doesn’t care about what doesn’t affect him and RocTar just wants to make it through the year without failing class.

Like it or not, they get pulled into discovering what the world has in store for them.

Targeted Age Group:: 12-50

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I have always wanted to write a book, since I was a child, but I never had enough patience to finish any one of my stories. I always told myself, there is time, I'm young, I can write a book later, when I'm older, wiser and have more time. I did know I would write one eventually, though. My inspiration and commitment to this story came from a friend of mine who loves writing as much as I do. I read one of her books and came to a realization that there is no reason to stall the inevitable. Sophie and I came up with this story together and would have written in together with her too if she managed to get really busy at that time. I was already hooked, though.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
We worked together on the characters with Sophie. We wanted to write a story from many different perspectives and show something of every magical species taking classes in Volo Noscere university. She came up with Finley, Archer and Alfie. I am sure I took my interpretation of her imagination of the two vampires and the half-fae, but their origin is from her. Evyline, Lisanna, RocTar and Tylon were my choices for main characters, which is why they all got to tell the story through their eyes in the first book.

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Lisanna was not ready for the mission. She had not expected the day to come so fast. Okay, she had not expected the day to come at all. Ronan had fussed around her and Dylan for the whole week. He wanted to make sure they were prepared for every situation. So he made several quizzes like: “And what will you do when the dragon wakes?” because in his opinion the dragon was most certainly asleep, maybe he had done some research himself and found out that this is what life as a dragon was all about. Gathering ancient artifacts and sleeping. Didn’t sound bad at all.
Ronan’s quizzes were rather horrible. He was the alpha of a small wolf pack, but the way he fumbled around them made him look more like a mother hen than a serious leader. Plus, he acted as if only he knew the correct answers to all of his questions, because whatever Lisanna responded was never good enough. He corrected her every single time. It would have been an amusing game to play, if she wasn’t getting nervous.
She had never felt this way before any of the previous ‘missions’ she had been on with their Survival class. It might have had something to do with not knowing where they were going and trusting in the professor. It might have been that the groups were always a lot bigger. Also… there had never been dragons flying around!
Never.
A few Ogres, sure. Some lonely Cyclops, yeah. Mountain Trolls, no big deal. A Dragon? The fact that she had not been able to turn into one, was a big blow to her gut. She had been so certain she could do it. She had counted on it. For all of the time they had to prepare. She. Had. Counted. On. It. She figured she could turn into a mouse and disappear if things got bad. Or a bird to fly away. But neither of those options were as impressive. And she couldn’t leave Dylan behind. To think that she was the one who needed his protection? No, she would be perfectly fine alone in that cave. She was capable of keeping herself safe well enough. The others might not be so lucky.
Archer was standing in the 4th floor corridor, leaning on the wall next to the portal room. He looked confident and strong. His olive eyes held no fear in them. He looked like he was heading out for drinks, as if this was just another ordinary day. Next to him was the new girl, Evyline. The small Elf was pale, even compared to the Vampire. Lisanna got the impression that the mission was not voluntary on her side. Her blond hair was in a neat bun and the dress she had been wearing a few days before had been changed for a comfortable pair of yoga pants, simple T-shirt and a sweater. Still, she managed to look stunning. Despite the sickly whiteness of her face. Despite the clothes that didn’t hug her slender body as well as the dress had. And somehow, she even managed to look strong. Not confident like Archer, oh definitely not. But strong, nonetheless. Lisanna had questioned Eyorn’s decision of including a first-year student into the equation. But the professor had never let her down yet. There were many occasions when she thought he had gone too far for the sake of teaching a lesson. Ohh, so many. But he had always delivered every single student back to safety after his points had been made.
The Half-Demon, who never ever was anything but devilish, seemed a little twitchy. He kept on glancing at the Elf, like she held some kind of power over him and he just could not stop his eyes. It did not look like any romantic connection, but it wasn’t violence in his eyes either. Whatever it was, Evyline seemed to be absolutely oblivious to it. It was the same kind of force that brought Lisanna’s own eyes back to Archer. Just a look at him made her heart beat faster. He had a long sword hanging from a sheath at his hip. The handle was golden and ornamented with two snakes spiralling around the guard, looking on either side with their tongues out. The snake tails merged together forming the grip which ended up with a miniature dragon figure sitting on the pommel, wings slightly open. The thing looked expensive. Lisanna was sure there were power and stealth runes encrypted on both sides on the fuller. It was not the sword that held her attention, though. It was the hand that was slightly touching the handle. So gentle, but capable of many acts of violence. If needed. Lisanna refused to believe that Archer, or Vampires for that matter, were evil by nature.
When she had been staring at him for what felt like a second, but must have been forever, he cocked an eyebrow at her. Wordlessly asking a question. She simply shook her head to get the movie that had started playing before her eyes out of her head. No distractions. She was not going to be distracted by him during what might be one of the most important missions of her life.
“Take a picture,” Dylan whispered next to her, “it will last longer.”
Lisanna was not amused. “Shut up,” she muttered.
“Or you could draw a picture,” Dylan continued. “I have seen you scribbling during class, you’ve got some talent.”
Lisanna gave him a look.
“You mean if she doesn’t draw several runes together that start a little bonfire on her table,” Archer said lazily.
Lisanna’s heart got stuck in her throat. She did not have a comeback for that. And even if she did, she was incapable of talking at that moment.
“A bonfire? Lisanna, you haven’t told me about it,” Dylan asked, amused. He was talking to distract himself from the upcoming horror. He must have been as nervous as Lisanna was.
“It was one time,” she answered. Her throat was dry. She should have brought a bottle of water. She also felt hot and it was nothing to do with the temperature of the hallway.
“I am wounded, Lis, I thought we shared everything!” Dylan placed one of his hands on his heart pretending he was shot.
“Oh, come on, you don’t share everything with me, otherwise I’d know what goes on in Ronan’s little meetings.”
The wolf got serious again. “That is pack business. It is not mine to tell.”
Lisanna rolled her eyes. Sure. Sure. As if Ronan would get mad at them for sharing information with each other. The alpha seemed to have a soft spot when it came to her. She had never seen him mad yet. Dylan said it was a sight to behold. At one point Lisanna had tried to annoy the older wolf to the point of breaking. He never took the bait.
Eyorn came in late. He had two older Fairies with him that hadn’t signed up for the mission. Both of them were armed to the teeth with guns, knives and throwing stars. One of them seemed to even have a whip. Evyline took in the sight of them and seemed even more scared that she had been before. The Elf swayed a little on her feet. Devon took a step closer to her. Getting ready to catch her if she fell?
“You should not be here, Elf.”
Evyline did not dare to agree with the statement. “And yet, here I am,” she said, collecting herself. The only thing she was armed with was magic, a pouch full of herbs and a rune-stick. No metal on her. Unless you considered the silver necklace her father had given her when she got eighteen.
The blades the Fae wore were not crafted out of iron. The Fae could not touch iron. Evyline was not that interested about weapons to know what the Fairy race used as a substitute. The weapons looked durable enough in her eyes, though. She was looking at everybody's weapons now and felt underprepared in comparison.
As Eyorn passed Evyline he pushed something into her hands. A bottle full of water. She stared at it for a heartbeat, before Lisanna took it out of her hands.
“Oh great, some water!” And took a few sips, before anyone could stop her.
Eyorn gave her an annoyed look. “The bottle is for Evyline,” was all he said.
That got a scowl from Lisanna, who was lowering the plastic from her lips and another raised eyebrow from Archer. Evyline shrugged. “He must have talked to Aelinor,” she replied to the unanswered questions in the air. “Water spells, you know…”
“Nice,” Dylan said. Eyorn was fumbling with his keys. The portal room was always locked and only the professors had means to open it. “Very helpful against flames.”
Lisanna nudged the guy as they entered the dimly lit space. “I can do water spells,” she whispered. Her voice echoed back. Dylan just gave her a crooked smile.

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