Bear Vet

Shifter Vets, Book 2

Who do you call when you spot a baby hellhorse? Shifter Vets!


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Judy desperately needs to find a home for her nineteen rescue horses. Waylon desperately needs to rein in his headstrong teenage daughter's quest to tame a wild hellhorse. And what both of them need most desperately is love...

Waylon, a bear shifter and veterinarian for magical animals, instantly recognizes Judy as his mate. But a few things stand between them and true love, namely...

1. Waylon's secret.
2. Waylon's daughter Raelynn's secret.
3. Judy's "Save the Horses" Instagram campaign's lack of likes.
4. The young hellhorse that starts wildfires every time it gets excited.
5. A dangerous beast shielded by its living armor.
6. A fire-breathing chicken.

Coming together to make a new family isn't easy. But Vets For All Pets--and the magical animals its shifter vets care for-- has lots of practice at creating love against the odds.


Bear Vet is a sweet, feel-good shifter romance full of love, laughter, and adorable animals, perfect for reading before bedtime. If you'd love to have a pet miniature pegasus or a kitten with wings, one-click on Bear Vet now!




“You can open your eyes now,” he said. “You’re safe.”

Judy opened them. The air was smoky and hazed with heat, and the scarf she’d wrapped around her face was wet with sweat and flecked with fire extinguisher foam. But the flames were gone, smothered in foam. She peeled off the scarf, wiped her face with her hand, and got her first good look at Raelynn’s father.

She’d seen before that he was a big man, both broad and tall. But now she could see his impressive musculature with clarity. He was a Viking of a man, one who looked like he could uproot trees with his bare hands and toss them across a field. His red-gold hair and short beard were bright in the sun, almost as bright as the flames he’d fought, and his strong features only added to the general impression of a warrior of old somehow transported to the present day. But his expression was kind rather than fierce, and his blue eyes held gentleness as well as strength.

Judy, who usually tried not to even think about sex on the principle that it was too frustrating to tempt herself with nice things she couldn’t have, caught herself thinking, I could climb him like a tree.

But he had a daughter. That meant he was married. Of course he was married. Kid, house, dog, wife: she knew the score. 

The deep blue of his gaze caught her attention again, and made her want to be wrong. So he had a daughter. That didn’t necessarily mean he was still married, or ever married. She glanced down at his left hand. No ring. But he could have taken it off to fight the fire. Probably he’d done that. Stuffing down all thoughts of Viking-climbing, she told herself, His wife is a very lucky woman. 

It was odd, though. He was staring at her like he’d never seen a middle-aged, graying, sweaty, soot-stained woman before. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought he was thinking about how much he’d like to be climbed.