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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 44

“Shit!” John said once he’d hit the water.

The bear didn’t think, just leapt into action. John had hurt himself. He knew ordinary humans were apt to break bones, sprain ankles and the like, and their recovery time was pathetically slow.

“Teddy?” John asked as the bear ran toward him.

Digging all four paws into the wet sand, the bear stopped just before he bowled into the man. The bear gave the still seated John a quick once over. Nothing appeared to be broken, although the man smelled oddly of vinegar again.

Moving closer, the bear determined to get to the bottom of the smell. Running his tongue over John’s face, he found the root cause.

“Give over,” John said, chuckling. “I’m sure I taste awful.”

Although the bear wouldn’t have used that word exactly, the taste wasn’t the most pleasant thing he’d sampled.