Summer Shifter Nights
A Shifters in Love Romance Collection
V. Vaughn
Harmony Raines
J. K. Harper
Liv Brywood
Michele Bardsley
Becca Fanning
Kim Faulks
Emma Alisyn
Elianne Adams
Contents
Introduction
A Debt to Bear - Harmony Raines
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
About the Author
Stone Lover - Emma Alisyn
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Stone Baby: Bonus Novella
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Next in Series, FREE Romance!
Hunter’s Moon - J. K. Harper
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
About the Author
Cry Wolf - Michele Bardsley
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
About the Author
Savage - Kim Faulks
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Hell is a Harem
Chapter 1
On The Hunt - Becca Fanning
1. Leo
2. Aislinn
3. Leo
4. Aislinn
5. Leo
6. Aislinn
7. Leo
8. Aislinn
9. Leo
10. Aislinn
11. Leo
12. Aislinn
13. Leo
14. Aislinn
15. Leo
16. Aislinn
17. Aislinn
18. Leo
19. Aislinn
Epilogue
Damon - Elianne Adams
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About the Author
Feral Mate - Liv Brywood
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
About the Author
Called by the Bear - Book 1 - V. Vaughn
Part 1
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
Part 2
14. Chapter 1
15. Chapter 2
16. Chapter 3
17. Chapter 4
18. Chapter 5
19. Chapter 6
20. Chapter 7
21. Chapter 8
22. Chapter 9
23. Chapter 10
24. Chapter 11
25. Chapter 12
26. Chapter 13
27. Chapter 14
28. Chapter 15
29. Chapter 16
30. Chapter 17
Part 3
31. Chapter 1
32. Chapter 2
33. Chapter 3
34. Chapter 4
35. Chapter 5
36. Chapter 6
37. Chapter 7
38. Chapter 8
39. Chapter 9
40. Chapter 10
41. Chapter 11
42. Chapter 12
43. Chapter 13
About the Author
About Shifters in Love
Introduction
Shifters in Love brings you another collection of shifter romance! This box set contains 9 stories of alpha men winning the hearts of strong women. Fill a few hot summer nights with the magical world of shifter romance. Don’t forget to fill your days, too. Look for the sister box set, Summer Shifter Nights for 9 more books.
A Debt to Bear - Harmony Raines
Bear shifter Ryan Sinclair arrives in Silver Springs on business, but fate steps in when he meets his mate Josie Halliwell.
Torn between needing to help his mate and doing his job, he is swept away by Josie, who has followed her dreams, and her heart, while creating a business she is proud of. She soon makes Ryan realize he needs to change his life, or risk living in regret.
He also needs to win his girl. Or woman—A beautiful, curvy woman. Yes, his bear is drooling!
Josie has been hurt and betrayed, more than Ryan could ever imagine. She tries not to let it cloud her life, but when Ryan arrives in town Josie feels as if history is about to repeat itself.
And she is not going to let that happen. Not even if the hunk of a man has dimples to die for. No way!
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This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. All characters within are eighteen years of age or older. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, actual events or places is purely coincidental.
© 2017 Harmony Raines
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1
Josie
“I heard from Pete that Ryan Sinclair is coming today.” Josie Halliwell fixed her brother, Michael, with a stare that said, you should have told me, so I didn’t have to hear it from the foreman.
“Yes. Today.” Michael shuffled papers around his desk needlessly; he was the tidiest, most organized person Josie knew.
“I’m so sorry, Michael.” She went around the desk and hugged her brother. “It’s all my fault.”
“No, it’s not,” Michael insisted, as he had every other time Josi
e had tried to apologize for bringing Donald Cresswell into their lives.
Donny, with his good looks and easy manner. He’d made her smile. He’d made her swoon. He’d made her fall in love with him. He’d made her life hell. All in the space of six months.
“We thought he was going to be part of the family. It wasn’t your fault he ended up being a fraud.”
Josie had lost more than her heart to Donny. She’d lost her self-respect, along with her confidence in her own judgment. Michael had lost much more.
“I should have known.” She put her hand over her eyes, trying to stop fresh tears falling. “I should have known a guy like him would never fall for a woman like me.”
“No, Josie. Don’t go there.” Michael turned around to look out of the window at the mountains. “I always did love this view.”
“Maybe we won’t have to sell. Maybe we can ask for more time.”
“If Ryan Sinclair is coming, then he is coming to shut us down. He’s not some go-between, he’s Jared Sinclair’s brother.”
“Maybe we can hang on long enough for me to sell the farm instead.” Josie had been surviving on “maybes” for the last three weeks. Maybe Donny made a mistake. Maybe he’ll return the money he stole. Maybe he didn’t come to Silver Springs just to commit fraud. Maybe he really did love Josie. Maybe he had really meant it when he said she was his mate.
Maybe I’m the most gullible fool ever.
“No. That is yours, and not connected to this debt in any way.” Michael shook his head.
“Michael, it doesn’t matter. We have to do some kind of damage limitation. Not just for us, but for the town.”
“All those jobs lost.” Michael took his devastated expression and hid it from her, bending his head to shuffle papers once more.
Tears threatened again, and she swallowed them down. “I’ll meet him with you.” She hadn’t put on a business suit for nothing. Josie was more a jeans and T-shirt kind of a girl, more used to a potting shed than a boardroom. Silver Springs Recycling was Michael’s domain: he had been left in charge when their parents had decided to travel the world, helping out anywhere they could, helping the local people, be it earthquake, famine, or flood.
But he hadn’t simply acted as a caretaker, he had expanded and grown the business, taking on more employees and helping the town prosper. All that would be for nothing if they failed to convince Ryan Sinclair to help them.
“No, it’s OK, I can do this alone,” Michael insisted.
“No. You can’t shield me from this.” She walked back around the desk and headed for the door. “What time is he due to arrive?”
Michael looked at his watch. “Eleven. We have half an hour.”
“Then I’ll prepare the boardroom and make some fresh coffee.”
“Mrs. Boulter can do that.”
Mrs. Boulter had worked for Silver Springs Recycling since as long as Michael and Josie could remember. They used to visit their father here after school, and pitch in when they could, helping out, when the business was run from a ramshackle shed.
“What’s she going to do if we close down?” Josie asked.
“That isn’t our problem,” Michael reminded her, but Josie knew it cut him deep in the heart to think of all the loyal workers who would be out of a job. Many of whom had families, and would likely have to leave the small town to find new jobs.
Josie left the room, closing the door behind her. She wanted to be anywhere but here right now, but she had to face up to her part in this. Michael might be prepared to forgive her, but she was not ready to forgive herself.
“Hi, Josie,” Mrs. Boulter said as she walked into the reception area.
“Hi, Mrs. Boulter.” No matter how many times the receptionist had tried to get them to call her by her first name, both Josie and Michael always called her Mrs. Boulter. A throwback to those days of long ago when she would give them cookies while they watched her type at a million words a minute. Or so it seemed to two children, as her fingers flew across the keyboard. “I’m making some coffee. Can I get you some?”
“I’ll do that, Josie,” Mrs. Boulter said, getting up out of her chair. She wasn’t as nimble as she had been when they were growing up, but she still brought them cookies.
“No, I need something to do.” Josie glanced up at the clock. Twenty minutes until Ryan Sinclair arrived and the world, their world, went to hell.
“Is it really that bad?” Mrs. Boulter asked.
“Probably,” Josie answered honestly. Rumor had soon circulated that Donny had absconded with a large amount of Silver Springs Recycling’s money. They lived in a small town, and it was hard to keep these things quiet, especially when Donny hadn’t just run off with the money, he had taken Sloane Kimble with him. Sloane worked at the local bar and had been looking for a way out of town for a few months, since leaving school. Donny offered her an escape plan she could not refuse.
Josie wasn’t sure what shocked the town more, the stolen money, or Sloane running off with a man nearly twice her age. The man Josie thought she was going to marry.
Her fingers automatically went to her ring finger, missing the feel of the engagement ring Donny had given her. It was now sitting on her nightstand, a constant reminder every morning and every night of what a stupid fool she had been. Each morning and each night she swore she would never be used by a man again.
It was better to be alone than be with a man for the wrong reasons. And looking back, she realized she had been with Donny for the wrong reason. He offered her everything she craved, love and a family, and she had grasped hold of it. What a desperate fool!
“How much coffee you making, Josie?” Mrs. Boulter asked gently.
“Oops,” Josie said, as she absently spooned coffee back out of the filter. “Not that much.”
“Mind not with it?” Mrs. Boulter asked.
“Nope.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get over it.” She smiled indulgently. “I figured that out right along the time my fourth husband left me.”
Josie smiled. It was a joke around the place, that despite Mrs. Boulter being married six times she had always kept her own name, as if knowing her marriages would never last. What her ex-husbands didn’t know was that Mrs. Boulter had taken the name of her first husband, and had kept it, because he was the love of her life, who had died tragically young. The rest of her marriages were simply her way of trying to fill the gaping hole Mr. Boulter had left.
“I don’t want to get over it,” Josie said honestly. “I don’t deserve to.”
“Don’t say things like that. Donny took you in, just like he took the rest of us in.” She patted Josie’s arm. “If your mom was here, she would tell you the exact same thing.”
“If my mom was here, she would have told me he was a loser before he’d even asked me out. She has a sense for that kind of thing.”
“Ahh, well, she has experience on her side.”
“I’m so glad they haven’t flown back to deal with this. It breaks my heart as it is, without having to watch them witness this place get taken away from the family.”
“It might not happen,” Mrs. Boulter said, accepting a cup of coffee from Josie. “Thanks, sweetie.”
“Michael thinks it will. And if Ryan Sinclair is anything like his reputation, then I would have to agree.”
“We’re about to find out,” Mrs. Boulter said as she glanced out of the window.
“Oh my,” Josie said as an expensive black car pulled into the parking lot.
“Oh my…” Mrs. Boulter said as the driver got out and looked around, dark sunglasses covering his eyes. “Is that him?”
“I have no idea,” Josie said, her eyes following the man as he went to the trunk and took out a briefcase. “He might be the chauffeur.”
“Nope, he’s coming this way.” Mrs. Boulter sounded flustered as she made it back behind her desk, set her coffee down, and got to work typing, or pretending to type. “First impressions,” she said with a giggle. “You ne
ver know, he might have a thing for older women.”
Josie giggled, her nerves bubbling up inside her and erupting as the door opened and Ryan Sinclair walked in, all smooth, and suave, and totally out of her league.
Wait, totally off the menu. No men, especially when they were connected to business. Once burned was once too many for Josie. But when he removed his sunglasses and stared at her, his mouth slightly open, it was hard to deny the effect he had on her body.
Josie only hoped Ryan Sinclair wasn’t good at reading body language, because she was sure hers was screaming, take me to bed.
She truly was hopeless.
2
Ryan
Fuck. Not exactly the first word Ryan had expected to pop into his head when he saw his mate for the first time, but then he hadn’t expected to see her. Not here.
“Mr. Sinclair,” the receptionist repeated his name.