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Summer's Lease

On his first night renting a cottage on the Cornish coast, widower John Tennant comes face to face with, of all things, a grizzly bear. Fearing for his life, John tries to convince the animal he isn't worth eating, and is relieved when the bear ambles away.<br><br>Maintenance man Mitch Benjamin is two hundred years old but doesn’t look a day over forty. As a werebear, he needs to stay under the radar. The new renter is making that difficult. Not only is John attractive, but his vulnerability triggers all of Mitch’s protective instincts. If that wasn’t trouble enough, Mitch is struggling with his inner bear’s desire to befriend John. He knows what his bear is up to, but Mitch doesn’t want another mate. His last one was murdered ninety years ago, and he’s still grieving.<br><br>John is confused by Mitch’s mixed signals. Physically, Mitch -- with his bulging muscles and hulking frame -- is a gay man’s wet dream come true. But emotionally, he keeps closing down. John discovers more comfort with the magnificent grizzly bear he occasionally meets on his evening walks along the beach.<br><br>In an effort to help, Morwenna, the owner of the cottages, uses her psychic gifts to give John a message from his dead lover, George. Far from helping, it adds another layer of strangeness to what’s already turning out to be the strangest summer John can remember.<br><br>Can a well-meaning medium and a determined grizzly bring John and Mitch together? Will Mitch come clean about his werebear nature? If he does, can John accept that a man and bear exist in the same body?

Drew Hunt · LGBT+
Not enough ratings
90 Chs

Chapter 11

Yes, he’d pack his stuff; take his key back to Morwenna and think up some excuse or other for why he couldn’t stay. Maybe his grandmother had fallen and broken her hip, and he needed to return to London to look after her.

Shame on you, an internal voice reprimanded. Your grandmother is dead, and what do you think she’d say to you using her as an excuse for your cowardice?

“Shut up,” he said, raising his head and looking at himself in the mirror over the antique oak dressing table.

He looked a sight. Morwenna was bound to see that something was up. But then, wouldn’t it be natural for him to be upset at hearing bad news about his grandmother? He could say they were close and…

And there isn’t any mobile phone signal out here, so how would you have heard about this fictional hip fracture?

Sometimes he hated his logical conscience.