Her Banana Bears – A Claiming Her Bears Novella by Skye MacKinnon

Her Banana Bears
A Claiming Her Bears Novella
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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“What are you thinking of?” Torben asks me, stroking his banana.

Bananas are extinct. Or so they thought. When a lone banana is swept onto the shore of Bear Island, Isla knows exactly what she’s going to do with it. She’s heard stories of this mythical fruit, of how long and hard and curved they are. How sweet. How thick. How juicy.

Of course, her four hunky bear shifters won’t let her play with her banana. Torn apart by jealousy, they challenge the curvy yellow rod to a daring duel that will see the longest fruit win. Who will Isla get to taste in the end?

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From one banana to discovering five, a miracle in this world. Dividing them up is yet another story entirely. They agree on some aspects, but Ilsa needs to step in.

This is a favorite scene.

Finding one banana in a post-apocalyptic world is amazing. Finding five bananas is a miracle.

Torben holds one in his hand and turns it from side to side. His touch is gentle as if he’s scared to break it. I stare at mine reverently, not quite able to believe it.

I remember bananas from before the Drowning, from when I was a happy child living with my parents. I had no idea that the world was about to end back then. I took bananas for granted, just like everything that doesn’t grow on the islands that were once the
United Kingdom. Twenty years later, bananas become a treasure that I’m not quite sure how to deal with.

Holding it to my nose, I sniff it, trying to discern if it smells the same as I remember. I can’t be sure; it’s been too long.

“Amazing,” Finn sighs, inhaling the scent of his banana. “I never realised I missed them until now. I mean, I miss all the food we used to eat, especially proper chocolate, but this… this is special.”

I want to show them to the children, but they’re staying with Bertie this weekend. He plays babysitter for us from time to time, giving us the chance to focus on our relationship. It’s not just nice for us, but also for good old Bertie. His partner Arnold died two years ago and even if we weren’t stuck on an island, I doubt he’d ever look for someone else. Bertie and Arnold were the dream couple everyone aspires to be. Now that Bertie is all alone, he loves taking care of our kids, either playing with them as human children or showing them the way of the bears if they’re shifted. Ruby, our eldest, now has full control over her shifts, but Arcas doesn’t. At least he’s no longer breastfeeding. My nipples hurt at the memory of his sharp little fangs drawing blood.

“What are you thinking of?” Torben asks me, stroking his banana.  

“We should show the kids, they’ve never seen one before. But… I also don’t want to end our weekend quite yet.”

Húnn hugs me from behind, pressing me against his large body. “We’ll keep one for them to taste once they’re back. I’ll share mine with my brother.”

“You are? I don’t think so,” Ràn huffs. He twirls his fingers around his banana’s stem as if he’s tempted to pull it down, revealing the soft sweetness inside. “I’m going to eat this slowly, relishing every bite. I’m going to close my eyes while memorising the taste because I doubt we’ll ever find another banana again. And I’m certainly not going to share.”

“You will,” Torben growls, all alpha. “We share Isla, we share a home, we share bananas. You need to set a good example for our cubs.”

“Please don’t compare me to a banana,” I complain. “But Torben is right. We’re going to share. Let’s give one to the kids and one to Bertie, that leaves three for the five of us.”

“How about a competition?” Finn suggests eagerly. “The winner gets the biggest piece.”

Some days, I wonder if Finn ever really grew up. He’s the most playful of my four bears which is why the cubs love him. Luckily, Torben has taken charge of discipline, teaching them from the start that the sleuth’s alpha is to be obeyed.

I hold out my hands. “Hand me your bananas. Now. Before this escalates into yet another fight.”

They grumble, but all comply, even Torben. As much as he likes to posture as alpha, everyone knows that secretly I’m the one in charge. Alis, the spirit residing within me, is stronger than him. If she wanted to, she could take over our sleuth, but that would start all sorts of complications. Besides, Alis has become more withdrawn since her son died, preferring to simply stay in the background with only the occasional snarky comment. She excels at sarcasm.  

I stuff the five bananas back into the chest we found them in. It’s pre-Drowning, some kind of storage container that kept the bananas fresh for over two decades. I don’t know how it works, but maybe we can reuse it for other purposes. Much knowledge of the technology we had before the sea levels rose has disappeared, although we do occasionally find things like this chest washed up on the beach. Most of the time, it’s scrap, but today we were lucky.  

Real bananas.  

It’s a miracle.  

I carry the chest back home, followed by my guys. They’re still bickering, but I ignore them. It’s better that way, I learned that early on. As half-brothers, Húnn and Ràn are constantly at odds, although in a loving, brotherly way. Finn likes to play jokes on the others – and on me – which can disturb the peace, while Torben… well, he’s Torben. That says it all.
Skye MacKinnon: Her Banana Bears. Eat Your Heart Out: A Charity Anthology (Kindle Locations 3889-3926).

The initial sharing is easily decided, for the rest a hilarious competition is born, The Banana Olympics.  You really just have to read this.

Sexy, Sensuous, Sizzling and I laughed until I cried.

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Skye MacKinnon

Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.

She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.

When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.

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