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  Silvertip Shifters Books 1-4

  Hunter’s Moon: Quentin

  HUNTER’S MOON

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Mountain Bear’s Baby: Shane

  MOUNTAIN BEAR’S BABY

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Taming Her Bear: Beckett

  TAMING HER BEAR

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Rescue Bear: Cortez

  RESCUE BEAR

  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

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek! Ranger Bear: Riley

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

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  HUNTER’S MOON | MOUNTAIN BEAR’S BABY | TAMING HER BEAR | RESCUE BEAR

  Copyright © 2019 by J.K. Harper

  First electronic publication: December 2019

  First print publication: December 2019

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Hunter’s Moon | Mountain Bear’s Baby | Taming Her Bear | Rescue Bear

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  HUNTER’S MOON: QUENTIN

  a crossover story in the Silvertip Shifters and Black Mesa Wolves worlds

  A wolf shifter fighting her heart’s desire...

  Abby Kenyon belongs to Quentin Walker heart, body, and soul. But she's a wolf shifter from the pure Black Mesa Wolves Pack, and he's one big brute of a bear shifter from the mixed Silvertip Shifters clan. She can't have a bear as a mate.

  Or can she?

  A bear shifter determined to claim his mate…

  Quentin Walker knows down to his bones that Abby is his mate. But she's never seen a mated wolf/bear pair and is certain it can't work. The autumn full moon mating run is Quentin's last chance to prove that only he can win the hunt for his mate's heart...

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  MOUNTAIN BEAR’S BABY: SHANE

  A bear shifter who found a fresh start in life...

  Rough, tough grizzly bear shifter Shane Walker left behind his gritty fighting past in the city for a fresh start. Living with his extended family at the shifter-only Silvertip Lodge in the beautiful, soothing mountains of Colorado changed him for the better. Now it's almost Christmas, everything is jingly and bright, and his life is pretty much perfect.

  A woman seeking a safe haven for her bear shifter son...

  Until Jessie McMillan, the passionate three-night stand he also left behind without saying good-bye, unexpectedly shows up in town with a shocking bombshell: her cute little baby boy is Shane's son.

  And a little sprinkle of holiday magic to create some lasting joy.

  Stunned at the news, Shane first runs like hell from the huge reveal that he is a father. But he must rein in his wild bear so he doesn't ruin what might turn out to be the most joyous holiday he's ever had: one with his precious son and the amazing woman who just might be his mate.

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  TAMING HER BEAR: BECKETT

  A dragon shifter who fled her past…

  Pix Camden hails from a powerful line of dragon shifters, but she left their controlling ways behind long ago. Now she lives by her wits, footloose and fancy-free. Yet something big is still missing—until she meets wild bear shifter Beckett and he tempts her restless heart.

  A bear shifter out of control…

  Beckett North can hardly contain his unruly bear on the best of days. Then he meets the captivating Pix. Even though she soothes his savage beast, he can tell she’s hiding something from him, and it threatens to drive his bear mad. Yet the fiery vixen is his mate—and he’ll do whatever it takes to spend the rest of his life with her.

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  RESCUE BEAR: CORTEZ

  A woman on the run...

  After Haley's life disastrously imploded, trusting a man again is out of the question. Seeking a new life, she lands in the mountain shifter town of Deep Hollow, home to the Silvertip grizzly bear clan. When she meets rowdy bear shifter Cortez, her life might change again—if she can allow herself to trust him.

  A bear shifter on the edge...

  Thrill seeker Cortez lived life on a risky edge—until a terrible accident changed everything. Tormented by his failure to protect his friends, he now struggles to control his troubled inner bear. Then he meets Haley and faces the biggest risk of all: opening his heart to claim the fascinating woman as his mate.

  A shifter town about to join together to battle unknown enemies.

  But when Haley's ugly past catches up to her, it will take more than Cortez's protective instincts and her own untapped inner strength to face it. It will take an entire town of wild shifter magic to unleash the fierce courage needed to protect everyone's safety—and to bring together two hearts destined to belong to one another.

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  Hunter’s Moon: Quentin

  A Black Mesa Wolves/Silvertip Shifters crossover story

  A woman fighting her heart’s desire...

  Abby Kenyon belongs to Quentin Walker heart, body, and soul. But she's a wolf shifter from the pure Black Mesa Wolves Pack, and he's one big brute of a bear shifter from the mixed Silvertip Shifters clan. She can't have a bear as a mate.

  Or can she?

  A bear shifter determined to claim his mate…

  Quentin Walker knows down to his bones that Abby is his mate. But she's never seen a mated wolf/bear pair and is certain it can't work. The autumn full moon mating run is Quentin's last chance to prove that only he can win the hunt for his mate's heart...

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  Quentin Walker watched a
s the gorgeous woman in his bed stretched her arms overhead, shamelessly exposing to him the stunning bounty of her breasts. He leaned down again to taste the taut, peaked nipple closest to him, but she playfully swatted his head away.

  "Quentin." Abby Kenyon's sweet, sexy voice trembled with laughter as well as the aftereffects of her several mind-blowing orgasms just moments before. "I have to leave. If you start touching me again, I won't be able to."

  His inner bear uttered a possessive rumble as Quentin ignored her. He bent his head back down to feast on her sweetness. Abby's soft groan as his tongue slipped around the tight nipple was enough to bring life roaring back into his cock, which had found its release in her sweet depths not just once but already twice this morning.

  "Quentin…" Her voice took on the breathy quality he loved to hear. The tone that said she was letting go, that she was focusing only on him and his touch.

  The tone of the woman he knew was his mate, no matter the fact that she still denied that truth with every ounce of saucy determination she possessed.

  He huffed to himself even as he tasted her sweet curves, one of his hands traveling over the silken slide of skin across her hip and thigh. Abby Kenyon was his mate. He knew it, his bear knew it, every shifter in town knew it. The only one who didn't seem to know it, the only one who could look it right in the face and call it impossible, was the sweet, soft woman dissolving beneath his touch right now. The gorgeous wolf shifter who had been brought up to believe she could only ever mate another wolf, a pack wolf like herself.

  Never a big brute of a guy like a bear shifter.

  His possessiveness rising stronger at the thought of Abby giving herself to anyone but him, Quentin lightly bit her nipple even as his fingers quested toward that sweet, creamy vee between her legs again. Abby gasped, the sound filled with desire. Yet when she spoke, despite the somewhat ragged tone, he heard the firmness in her voice even as her hands reached down and once again pulled his head away.

  "I don't want you to stop. Ever," she added with a low, emphatic growling to her voice that he knew was her wolf. Her wolf, at least, seem to understand that Quentin was her mate. "But I have to get back. I have a lot to do today for—uh, I just have things to take care of," she stumbled a bit.

  Shuddering with pure frustration, Quentin eased himself up Abby's sweet body until he covered her with his immense bulk, resting his forearms alongside her shoulders so he could look directly into the dark blue-green of her eyes. Heaving out a sigh as he saw the determination on her face, even though he also was pleased by the increased pulse he could see beating in her neck, Quentin just half smiled, nodding as he bent his head slightly forward to claim her lips with his. One long, almost timeless moment later filled with the sweet taste of her lips and the familiar, always arousing touch of her fingers as she gently moved them along his back, he pulled away with enormous reluctance.

  He wouldn't be that guy. The kind who demanded his woman do his bidding, stay locked up in some gilded cage just for him. Ever.

  Not even if it meant losing her.

  "I know. I'd never stand in your way,” he rumbled, equal parts conviction and turmoil boiling under his voice. “You just taste so damn good, woman." He mock growled as he suddenly buried his face into her neck, nipping and licking, making her giggle as she playfully strained away from the tickle of his mouth. "You're my ambrosia, Abby. I can't get enough of you. These moments just aren't enough for me."

  The breeze picked up outside the open windows of Quentin's bedroom in his snug little mountain cabin, carrying to both their sensitive noses the scents of the mountain in autumn. Quentin inhaled long and hard, mingling the delicate spice of aspen bark, the promising tang of crisper days yet to come, and the endless fascination of Abby's own wild scent.

  Mixing all the scents together, just as they should be. Abby, here in his home, tucked into the mountain high above the town that belonged to him and his clan. All he had to figure out was how to link the scent of his mate with the scent of his home. Together.

  With a regretful sigh, Abby eased herself out from beneath him to sit up, giving him that sexy little half smile she always did, the one that she didn't mean to be sexy but managed to slay him every single time anyway. She swung her legs around to slide off his enormous four-poster bed, her bare feet thumping to the floor. His bear willfully grumping at him as he let his mate leave the soft coziness of their den, Quentin propped himself up on the bed on one arm. Feeling slightly deflated and still frustrated, he watched as she searched for her clothes scattered across the room.

  "I'm really sorry I have to run," Abby said. Her tone was a tiny notch firmer than it had been earlier. "You know I love coming here.” She sighed a bit as she moved around his room. “This side of the mountain is so quiet and peaceful."

  Quentin was positive he caught the sound of a struggle beneath her words as well. Yeah. He damn well knew her wolf side felt one way, yet Abby's stubborn human brain side thought it felt differently. She didn't know a single cross-species mated pair. In her pack, all matings were between wolves. But even though she was a wolf, and acted like one, she also seemed more attuned to the bear shifter way of life than she'd seemed to think she would be. At least, she was a hell of a lot more attuned to it than any other wolf shifter from a pure pack like the Black Mesa wolves on the other side of the mountain.

  He frowned to himself. Convincing his sexy, sweet she-wolf that he really and truly was her mate was the hardest challenge of his life. It was fast becoming the most infuriating, as well.

  “That's how we like it. Peaceful.” Quentin watched as she found her shirt, her cute little pants he'd practically torn off her a few hours ago. Her tousled blond hair rippled over her neck and shoulders, teased at him from between her legs as she took a few long strides across the room to where her pink underwear dangled from the arm of a chair. “Peaceful and private. Just like it should be.”

  She turned back to him, her eyes softening as she pulled the hem of her shirt down over her hips. “It's probably the most beautiful place I've ever seen. You have the most amazing views of anyone in the state, I'd bet.” Her throaty laugh quivered in her voice as Quentin swung himself off the bed as well, facing her with his own smile as he stood.

  He took a step, casually leaning his shoulders against one of the sturdy oak posters of his bed, crossing his arms in front of him as his feet stayed planted solidly on the floor. When Abby's glance took a leisurely trip over his naked body, down to his still half-hard dick, then back up to what he knew was a really well-defined chest and arms from the hard work that was a deliberate part of his life, he let his mouth curve up into a slow, gratified smile.

  "Hmmm," Quentin said. He opened his arms as she eagerly moved toward him, enveloping her in a giant, well, bear hug. She snuggled right up to him, melting against his body like it was meant to be.

  Which it was. Quentin's bear hummed in approval as his mate molded herself to him.

  Tucking her in close, he kept his head down so he could inhale the citrusy scent of her hair. "I know. After all, it's why I decided to build this cabin right here. Total chick magnet with these views."

  Abby snorted with laughter against his chest, her hands reaching down behind him to slap his ass. Hell, yeah. It was this saucy little side of her that both revved him up and twanged his heart strings. Every time. "Agreed," she said, turning her head so she could look out the window on the front side of the small cabin. "Your views aren't too bad."

  This time, Quentin was the one to snort as he followed her gaze. The main town of Deep Hollow nestled at the bottom of the valley that meandered below them through these mountains, just at the northwestern edge of the range before the wildest depths of the San Juan Mountains opened up. All the businesses and most of the locals lived down there, in town. Quentin, most of his brothers, and several other bear shifters all lived up here, though. Far above town, outside the actual town limits, in a sweet little spot known as Silvertip Ridge. Where they had a view, a
nd privacy from a sometimes intrusive world.

  Best of all, it was a shifter-only playground. Silvertip Lodge advertised only to shifters, with any emails or phone calls coming from the occasional human being gently yet firmly directed elsewhere. A smorgasbord of different shifter types were to be found on the private grounds at any time of year, wandering the well-guarded premises in their animal forms at will. Quentin still hoped Abby might take inspiration from some of the cross-species mated pairs who often roamed around, but so far she hadn't seemed to have taken the hint.