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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+
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90 Chs

Chapter 67

“Damn. You must spend half your life in the gym to get a body like that. What’s your secret?”

Mitch smiled to himself, knowing Gary wouldn’t believe him if he revealed it. “Just good genes.”

Back at their table, Mitch continued to feel good about himself. Without John’s influence, Mitch knew he’d have probably picked a fight with Gary as a show of dominance, but instead he’d found himself quite liking the guy.

But that will change in an instant if he so much as looks at John inappropriately.

Their food soon arrived, served by Gary, which Mitch thought odd, as most other tables had been serviced by the painfully thin guy they’d encountered on first entering.

“Enjoy, gentlemen,” Gary said, smiling at John and nodding at Mitch.

Mitch cut into his steak, which had been cooked rare, as he’d insisted. John seemed to be enjoying his pasta dish, the name of which Mitch had had to practice saying before going up to the bar to order it.

“Want to try some?” John asked.