Daxton (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) by Becca Fanning Page A
Authors: Becca Fanning
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you that was one helluva challenge for me. I don’t want the boys to have to worry about all that—and they know it wouldn’t be easy, so they’re happy to take my lead on this.”
“Are you telling me they’d be willing, but you won’t let them?” she asked, incredulous.
“No, no,” he said, shaking his head quickly. “No, it’s somethin’ we’ve talked about—a lot—and they don’t want to take any chances, either.”
“Any chances on what?” she asked, exasperated.
Bart eyed her closely then seemed to nod to himself.
“Okay. You want to know, so here goes.” He moved to the far side of the room. “I want you to sit down, and promise me you’ll stay seated, no matter what happens.”
“I’m not going to promise anything, Bartholomew Saint, until you tell me what’s going on!”
“I’m gonna show you exactly what happens to us, but you gotta promise me you’ll stay put and keep an open mind. I’m not gonna hurt you, no matter what you see me do, but I can’t have you runnin’ outa here, until we have a chance to talk after.”
“Okay,” she said, dropping onto his couch. “Fine. Just do…whatever you’re going to do, so we can get on with this.”
“I need you to look at me—look at my eyes—and no matter what happens, you keep lookin’ at my eyes. Got it?”
Kitty sighed but nodded. “Your eyes. Right. Got it.”
She looked into those deep, golden eyes, until she felt her vision waver. Then suddenly she realized it wasn’t her vision at all, and her eyes opened wide as Bart began to change. He dropped to all fours, and his form warped until instead of a man, she faced a very large black bear across the room.
Kitty was on the verge of screaming, but she clamped her jaws against it when she shifted her vision back to those golden eyes. They were the bear’s eyes, but somehow they were still Bartholomew Saint’s eyes, too, and she trembled with this new, previously never-suspected version of reality.
“Oh, my God…”
The bear/Bart took a step toward her, and Kitty came halfway out of her seat, before she forced herself to sit back down.
“If that’s really you, Bart, I’d really appreciate it if you’d sit down.”
She could have sworn the bear was laughing at her when he plopped his backside down on the floor.
She let out a shuddering breath. “Okay. Okay. I guess you’ve made your point.”
The bear seemed to waver, then, his form morphing into something longer, taller, and thinner, and then Bart was suddenly standing there before her once more.
He took two steps forward, sat on the coffee table, and reached for her hands.
“Breathe, darlin’,” he admonished her as he gave her hands a squeeze.
Kitty took a very deep breath then managed to look up to meet his eyes once more.
“I can’t believe it.”
“Believe it, Kitty.”
“It’s the eyes, right?”
“They’re one tell,” he said. “At least, all the people I know who are Shifters have golden eyes.”
“Shifters?” she asked, trying the word on for size.
“That’s what we’re called,” Bart said.
Kitty thought about that for a moment, then tensed. “Addy! She has golden eyes, too!”
Bart nodded slowly. “Addy’s a Shifter, though her animal is a mountain lion.”
“Oh, God.”
Bart smiled. “Don’t give her too hard a time about it, Kitty. Addy grew up without anyone else in the family to show her what to do, on account of her father dyin’ when she was only two. Talking to her Granny, it seems like there isn’t anyone else in her clan, so she was pretty mixed up, until Granny sent one of her songs in, and Mark went out to find her.”
“How…how many…?”
“How many of us are there?”
Kitty nodded.
“I have no idea. In our family, it’s pretty common. My pappy, grandpappy, oldest brother—that’s the boys’ pa—and me, a couple of cousins. Havin’ so many in one family might be unusual. As I said, Addy’s
“Are you telling me they’d be willing, but you won’t let them?” she asked, incredulous.
“No, no,” he said, shaking his head quickly. “No, it’s somethin’ we’ve talked about—a lot—and they don’t want to take any chances, either.”
“Any chances on what?” she asked, exasperated.
Bart eyed her closely then seemed to nod to himself.
“Okay. You want to know, so here goes.” He moved to the far side of the room. “I want you to sit down, and promise me you’ll stay seated, no matter what happens.”
“I’m not going to promise anything, Bartholomew Saint, until you tell me what’s going on!”
“I’m gonna show you exactly what happens to us, but you gotta promise me you’ll stay put and keep an open mind. I’m not gonna hurt you, no matter what you see me do, but I can’t have you runnin’ outa here, until we have a chance to talk after.”
“Okay,” she said, dropping onto his couch. “Fine. Just do…whatever you’re going to do, so we can get on with this.”
“I need you to look at me—look at my eyes—and no matter what happens, you keep lookin’ at my eyes. Got it?”
Kitty sighed but nodded. “Your eyes. Right. Got it.”
She looked into those deep, golden eyes, until she felt her vision waver. Then suddenly she realized it wasn’t her vision at all, and her eyes opened wide as Bart began to change. He dropped to all fours, and his form warped until instead of a man, she faced a very large black bear across the room.
Kitty was on the verge of screaming, but she clamped her jaws against it when she shifted her vision back to those golden eyes. They were the bear’s eyes, but somehow they were still Bartholomew Saint’s eyes, too, and she trembled with this new, previously never-suspected version of reality.
“Oh, my God…”
The bear/Bart took a step toward her, and Kitty came halfway out of her seat, before she forced herself to sit back down.
“If that’s really you, Bart, I’d really appreciate it if you’d sit down.”
She could have sworn the bear was laughing at her when he plopped his backside down on the floor.
She let out a shuddering breath. “Okay. Okay. I guess you’ve made your point.”
The bear seemed to waver, then, his form morphing into something longer, taller, and thinner, and then Bart was suddenly standing there before her once more.
He took two steps forward, sat on the coffee table, and reached for her hands.
“Breathe, darlin’,” he admonished her as he gave her hands a squeeze.
Kitty took a very deep breath then managed to look up to meet his eyes once more.
“I can’t believe it.”
“Believe it, Kitty.”
“It’s the eyes, right?”
“They’re one tell,” he said. “At least, all the people I know who are Shifters have golden eyes.”
“Shifters?” she asked, trying the word on for size.
“That’s what we’re called,” Bart said.
Kitty thought about that for a moment, then tensed. “Addy! She has golden eyes, too!”
Bart nodded slowly. “Addy’s a Shifter, though her animal is a mountain lion.”
“Oh, God.”
Bart smiled. “Don’t give her too hard a time about it, Kitty. Addy grew up without anyone else in the family to show her what to do, on account of her father dyin’ when she was only two. Talking to her Granny, it seems like there isn’t anyone else in her clan, so she was pretty mixed up, until Granny sent one of her songs in, and Mark went out to find her.”
“How…how many…?”
“How many of us are there?”
Kitty nodded.
“I have no idea. In our family, it’s pretty common. My pappy, grandpappy, oldest brother—that’s the boys’ pa—and me, a couple of cousins. Havin’ so many in one family might be unusual. As I said, Addy’s
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