Reality Bites!: Supernatural Yellowstone

By Debbie Mumford

A killer view.

A girl in his arms who eclipses its splendor.

Ethan Riley's summer forestry internship surpasses his expectations. In more ways than one!

A thrilling paranormal romance set in the scenic grandeur of Yellowstone National Park.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WDM Publishing
• Release date: Jun 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201841003

Debbie Mumford

Debbie Mumford specializes in speculative fiction—fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction. Author of the popular Sorcha’s Children series, Debbie loves the unknown, whether it’s the lure of space or earthbound mythology. Her work has been published in multiple volumes of Fiction River, as well as in Heart’s Kiss Magazine, Spinetingler Magazine, and other popular markets. She writes about dragon-shifters, time-traveling lovers, and ghostly detectives for adults as Debbie Mumford and contemporary fantasy for tweens and young adults as Deb Logan.

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Reality Bites

Reality Bites

A Supernatural Yellowstone Tale

Debbie Mumford

WDM Publishing

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Sample: THE CAT LADY OF YELLOWSTONE

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Chapter One

The view from the ridge was killer, but the girl in my arms eclipsed its splendor.

I leaned my forehead against hers, closing my eyes and breathing in the scent of her: lavender and sage and the enticing muskiness of her sweat. I was a goner and I knew it; even Jenny’s sweat was alluring. She angled her head, bringing those perfect lips to mine and Yellowstone’s backcountry ceased to exist. Jenny filled my senses. The feel of her lithe, well-toned body in my arms, her intoxicating taste … so sweet, but overlaid with a spicy wildness that set my senses on fire.

Time stood still. The wilderness around us evaporated. Primal emotions roared for fulfillment and I deepened the kiss. Our tongues danced a preview of the mating I hoped would follow.

Jenny stiffened, then tore herself from my embrace, leaving me weak-kneed, dizzy, and totally confused.

Wha… I opened my eyes, stumbled, and waited for my conscious self to catch up. Evidently my subconscious was still on duty, for the hairs on my forearms stood at attention and the back of my neck prickled with unease. Danger lurked nearby.

The world snapped into focus. Jenny stood facing away from me, arms outflung. She was magnificent, a fierce young mother protecting a child too slow-witted to recognize his peril.

Only she wasn’t a mother and I wasn’t a child.

I stepped to her side and grabbed her hand. What is it, Jenny?

She shook me off, adjusting her backpack and tightening its belt around her waist. Not now, Ethan.

That’s when I noticed the eyes. Dozens of amber eyes glowing from the underbrush. I sucked in a breath and took an involuntary step