How Not to Date a Bear Drop Day! WOOT!

It’s out! It’s here! The long hibernation is over!


How Not to Date a Bear is LIVE! WOOT!


Declan Batalova is a bear unlike any other. After brokering a deal that will keep his people safe in their new country, the Russian shifter goes for relaxation in a new club that caters to bears.

Cosmetologist Gillian Leekey is a woman on a mission. She loves big, muscular, hairy men, and Declan is perfect in every way.

But after one night of passion, the Bear Shifter Mafia is declaring war at her front door! When did life get so complicated? But that’s what happens when you decide to date a bear.



It’s time for Your Hump Day Hump! From the Soon to be released, March 29th, my lovlies, How Not to Date a Bear from Changeling Press…

“I’m a bear.”

“You most certainly are.” Gillian licked her lips as she stared at one of the most impossibly huge men she had ever seen. Imposing was too weak a word to describe this mountain of perfection. And the slight accent was just the icing on the cake. “But I have to see more to be sure.”

He quirked one eyebrow, but then smiled at her, showing off dazzlingly white smile teeth. Oh, yeah, this man was perfect. And he was a man, not a boy like so many of the posers — or should she call them cubs? — in this club. Either way, this man stood head and shoulders above the rest of them.

His hair was cropped short. Not military short, but short enough to be respectable and still show a little curl. He had a five o’clock shadow that was looking more like ten o’clock shadow, it was so heavy. But it definitely wasn’t a beard, just a thick growth of daily facial hair. His shoulders were broad to the point of straining the seams of his custom-made charcoal silk dress shirt. It had to be custom. Nothing she’d seen on the rack of any big and tall men’s shop was broad enough to fit his body so perfectly. Even his pleated black dress pants had to be tailored, his thighs were so thick and well developed.

He was visibly not as young as most of the other bears in the Bear With Me club. It was her first time here, and if there were more like him, she would go home and beat her head against a wall for missing out on this place’s delights for so long.

Gillian was an unabashed bear lover. There was no shame in her game. So long as her lover didn’t have an excess of back hair, she was so there. Of course, personality had a lot to do with her selection of a partner, but the first thing she noticed was the build of the man and the amount and type of hair he sported.

God, she loved a hairy chest. And contrary to popular belief, it could be too curly or too long. Chest hair had to be soft and plentiful, not too thick and not too invasive. She loved hair, but she did not rejoice in picking it out of her teeth. A thick mat of pubic hair was a major no-no in her book. Ferreting through a curly forest of the stuff to find her tasty treats was not her idea of a good time.

The more mature the man, the better. She’d had her fill of young idiots wasting her time. She wanted a man — a real man, a hairy man — and the one standing before her with one dark eyebrow quirked more than fit the bill. “More?”

“The shirt, Doll-Face,” she all but purred, nearly dancing in anticipation.

“You want to see me without my shirt?” He looked more amused than offended, his bright green eyes sparkling.

“Yes, please.” She batted her eyelashes. “I really do.”

“And if I show you?” His voice had dropped to a husky growl that made her toes tingle. She could get off on that voice alone.

“If you have the right to call yourself a bear, I will know.”

“And then?” he asked, definitely amused now. His eyes, a beautiful green sparking with gold highlights, crinkled at the corners. “If I really am a bear like I claim?”

“Then I’m going to take you home.” She moved closer to him, close enough to feel the heat wafting off his body, close enough to inhale the musky scent of him that smelled, oddly enough, of vanilla and sugar. “And then I am going to do unspeakable things to your body.” She had no idea what was wrong with her. She had never felt this hot for anyone before. There was something special about him.

“Unspeakable?” His voice sent rumbling vibrations from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head. She suddenly found it hard to breathe as he loomed over her.

“Oh, yeah.” She resisted the urge to rub her thighs together as her body reacted to his closeness in a gush of wet heat in her panties. “Unspeakable.”

“Then by all means.” He smirked as his large, rough-looking hands with their long fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt and let the smooth silk slide down his arms, catching at his wrists.

“Oh, sweet mercy,” Gillian breathed, her eyes filling with heat she could not hide as she took in the broad expanse of hairy chest right before her eyes.

This man was perfect! The hair wasn’t too thick, and it looked soft. This man knew the meaning of the word groom. His skin was deeply tanned, and she knew it had to be natural, not from a bottle or unhealthy sun worship. His nipples were like chocolate drops just waiting for her to take a taste. His abdominals were marbled, cobblestoned, and any other word she could think of that described the muscled plane of flesh. His pecs were well defined, and he had a set of the largest biceps she had ever seen on a man. And that naturally led her eyes up to the rounded caps of his shoulders and to where his face and that perfect smile were grinning at her.

“So.” He shifted and his muscles did that crawling under all that perfect skin thing. “Do I pass muster?”

Lucky 7’s challenge!

Lucky 7: A sneak peek at Fighting Kat

March 22, 2012

I’ve been tagged by PJ Schnyder and that woman is crazy! LOL So here goes! A little bit of Tyger Burning Bright! *g* And of course, its naughty…just a little! LOL

The rules:

Go to page 77 of your current WiP.
Go to line 7.
Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences, and post them as they’re written. No cheating.


So here are my 7 lines! *g*


Tyger Burning Bright

Stephanie Burke


“Yeah, but I am less depraved now.”

“The toy works?” he asked, winking at her. “I know I like mine.”

“No comment,” she pulled away, rolling her eyes and refusing to tell him how filling she found the battery operated cock.

“So go get your suit and come on back,” he winked as he released her hand. “We’ll be waiting.”

“That delights and scared the hell out of me,” she whispered.

It’s Your Hump Day Hump… Here’s an unedited NC 17 M/F snippit of the soon to be released, March 26th people… How Not to Date a Bear! Hey Gillian and Declan? What are you guys up to now?

“Sensitivity has some bonuses,” she pointed out before she began to sink down in his hardness.

Declan’s eyes fluttered shut as she rested both hands n his chest for balance.

“You like that, yes?”

Declan refused to answer so Gillian took matters into her own hands.

She gently raked her nails over his chest, being sure to graze his nipples. Declan hissed and arched beneath her, his eyes slamming shut as shuddered.

“Oh yeah,” she purred.

“Shut up and fuck me,” he snapped back and with a smile, Gillian did just that.

She leaned down, letting her hair run over his sensitized chest as she rocked back and forwards, not up and down, grinding him inside of her, sending tingles through her pussy as she teased.

“Gillian!” he whined, opening desperate green eyes to her. “Please, baby?”

His pleading tone went straight to her groin. She leaned over further, pressing her swinging breasts into the hot skin of his chest as she rose up a little and slammed down.

“Uris, yes!” he hissed. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good and hard!”

Guilt behind her, Gillian began to ride her lover, closing her eyes the relishing the feel of his fat cock filling her to the brim. Her clit was pressed into his smooth groin by her position and her breasts were pressed against his hard nipples. She inhaled, taking in the scents of sex and vanilla that always seemed to cover him. Ohh, so good, she thought her body quivering over his. It felt so good to be on top, to hold him down, to take her pleasure from his willing body.

Her eyes popped open as his hands dropped to her ass, clenching the soft cheeks and squeezing in time to her thrusts.

She moaned loudly, pulling up enough to nuzzle into his neck, feeling his heat wash over her.

“Got to get deeper,” he breathed, arching up suddenly, sliding backwards onto the bed, his feet flat to the mattress.

“Oh, a back rest,” Gillian panted, moving faster, as she sat up and sank fully down on him again. They both groaned at the feeling and Declan’s hands slid form her ass, around her front to cup her bobbing breasts. He pinched her nipples, tugging them into hard peaks as Gillian leaned back against his knees, her eyes closing as he thrust up.

“Declan!” she gasped, her hands pressing his harder against her breasts. “I like that.”

“Good,” he panted, thrusting again. “I’m going to do it again.”

Declan circled his hips, making his cock hit every spot deep within her before he pulled back and thrust up sharply again.

Gillian was lost in her moaning now, riding her man slowly, letting the erotic feelings fill her.

She was on display, she knew, and it only made her wilder. Declan loved to watch her, loved to touch her. He loved to feel her getting off on him. She would give him what he wanted.

She opened her eyes and leaned into his touch, one of her hands sliding down between them to tease her clit while the other ran thought her hair, tugging as he began to match him thrust for thrust.

She pressed the hand between them down, rising up s that she could feel him slide deep inside. She panted; fire trailing thought her labia as she pressed on the stretched skin, collecting the moisture the flowed freely from her.

“Taste me,” she demanded, pulling her fingers free and pressing them to his lips.

Growling, she sucked them in deep, his green eyes going black as he laved her fingers with his tongue, sucking every bit of her juices form them.

He rocked up harder and she pressed down, fire shooting up her spine as he sucked her fingers gently.

Then her world was spinning and she found herself flat on her back, her legs over his shoulders and Declan began to pound into her.

“Mine,” he growled, burring his face in her neck inhaling her scent. “Mine!”

The Bare Necessitates

March 29th is the day that How Not to Date a Bear will be released.

So I thought I would take this time to explain a few things about bears.

First off, there are all types of Bears.  So lets start my giving a few definitions. Sounds good? We don’t want to start blind, here. That could be dangerous. Bears maul… not that such things aren’t fun, but we are here for educational purposes– really. Stop laughing.

The term Bear started in gay culture. That’s right ladies and gents. The gay community was hording… I mean classifying men as bears for some time now. Apparently it started with photographer Richard Bulger. He was so enamored of large, sometimes bearded hairy men that he started Bear Magazine in 1987, showcasing tales and erotic photos of some of my all time favorite type of man. This was the beginning of the Teddy Bear Community. I mean, who wouldn’t love to be hugged by a huge muscular hunk of a man who wants to comfort and cuddle you?

But it didn’t stop there! The community began to expand and soon there were so many subdivisions of bears that it seems impossible to name them all. But I thought I’d give it a shot. If I left a subdivision out, someone let me know. Flash does not want angry bears! She wants happy bears that she can pet and stroke and cuddle under huge muscular arms. She wants to feel the heat flowing from a massive chest as she burrows into a light coating of soft chest hair. She was to climb on top and ride…. Um… yeah… Subdivisions of Bears.

* Black Bear—a Bear of African-American decent or of darker toned skin. I see very few around here, but I am guessing that generally speaking, men of African American decent have less body hair.  But I had a Black friend in high school who had a full beard and all over body hair at twelve. I am guessing electric razors are his thing just to keep it neat. Gotta be rough with the scruff!

* Cub—a younger (or younger looking) version of a Bear, typically but not always with a smaller frame. The term is sometimes used to imply the passive partner in a relationship. A Cub or a Cubby can be hairy or hairless. I know a few cubs and I have to say it’s all about the attitude. I snuggle my cub friends as much as possible.  They are so cute and sweet and they make me feel all maternal.  Hugging a cub makes me feel happy. It bums me out when I have to give them back to their mommies or daddies… which leads me to….

* Daddy Bear—an older bear, sometimes looking for a daddy/son /daughter relationship with a younger man or woman. Or sometimes it’s a matter of size and attitude. I want a daddy bear to take care of me and keep me on the straight and narrow. Okay, I laughed at that last statement, but Daddy bears are hot! It’s the take charge I’m going to protect what’s mine attitude!  I like Daddy bears!  The Daddy Bears I know are awesome like that.

* Fuzzy Lumpkin—a red haired bear with a southern accent. Thanks Power Puff Girls. The term is supposed to stem from a character named Fuzzy Lumpkins.. Don’t know any Fuzzy Lumpkins, but if I did, I would be stripping them down to find hair patterns. Seriously, it’s hard to find a fit red headed males. Darn all those pagan rites that required burning of the red heads for fruitful harvests. Sniffle. So many shades of red lost.

* Grizzly Adams— a man with a typically hairy body and face who does not self identify as a bear but is attracted to bears. I wonder if there is a term for a females as well?

* Goldilocks—a female, often heterosexual, who is often in the company of bears. Now that is a group I need to find. We can trade notes!

* Leather bear—a bear with a leather fetish. Come to Mama! Leather and Bears go together like ham and burger, like Ice and tea! Like a tight harness and muscles that bulge around them. And speaking of muscles…

* Muscle bear—a muscular version of a Bear. A muscle cub is a younger or smaller, yet muscular, version. Declan in How Not to Date a Bear is in fact a Muscle Bear. He’s large, assertive, uber masculine, and Very protective. He also stands back when his woman is on a rampage. He likes all his body parts attached. But he will come out and offer back up as needed. He lives by the code– Happy Fate, Happy Mate!

* Otter—a man who is hairy, but is not large or stocky—typically thinner, swimmer’s build, or with lean muscle. I know one or two. Otters are neat to hang with.

* Panda Bear—a bear of Asian descent. That one was kind of self-explanatory I know, but I had to look up some Panda Bears for myself. Not a lot of them out there, but the ones who are… woof!

* Pocket Bear—a short Bear. I had a friend in College who was a Pocket Bear. Had the worst Napoleon Complex I have ever seen. He should have been called a wolverine.

* Polar Bear—a silver- or white-haired Bear. Yeah! I married one! Blonds typically have more hair than brunets. Which is why I wake up choking on stray hairs. And boy did that leave me open for speculation about my love life. And moving right along…

* Red Bear—a red-haired bear. Also known as a Ginger Bear. Note the lack of the Southern Accent that classifies a Fuzzy Lumpkin?  I am guessing a group of bears migrated up North… just for me! WOO HOO!

* Wolf—a term for Muscle Bear who is rugged outdoorsy or biker type.  Den would be a wolf but roughing it to him is a Motel 6 with no pool. LOL

 Next I thought we would start by isolating a few in their natural habitat so we can spy on them. Sounds like a plan? Awesome! Lets creep through the wilds of Cyber Space and stalk… I mean observe a few.

First up, The elusive Black Bear, Look at those lips, that chest—he’d make it hard to get away!

How about our Leather Bear? Woof! Hurt me Daddy!

Woof to our Muscle Bears!

And next week- You Got Him! Yeah! Congrads!  Isn’t He Worth the Bites and Scratches?  Now How to Groom and Care for your bear! Get Your Scrub Brushes Ready! It’s gonna get WET up in here!

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