Grizzly Love (Kodiak
Point, #5)
COMING February 17th,
2015
Are you ready for a
grizzly kind of love?
Blurb:
Dr. Jess is his soulmate. His grizzly
knows it. He knows it. Suspects she does as well. But he does have one dilemma
standing in his way.
Her husband.
Talk about inconvenient.
Good thing Travis is tenacious. Even
if he has to travel across an ocean, endure scorching temperatures, subsist on
crappy food and survive attempts on his life, he won’t give up until he wins
her heart.
Or dies trying.
Jess made a mistake. She married too
young, to the wrong man. Problem is, hawks mate for life, and murder is against
the law. To add more insult to the situation, her mate won’t even attempt to be
a husband. It seems he isn’t interested in keeping his vows, nor is he coming
home anytime soon, so when the chance arises to confront him, she takes it.
However, facing him changes nothing.
Freddie doesn’t want her…but Travis
does.
And oh how she wants him too. Wants,
and yet can’t have him.
However, her marital problems aren’t
the only issue. Their pursuit of the nefarious being behind the attacks on
their town is being sabotaged by treachery. When Jess and Travis barely survive
an ambush, she can no longer deny her love for the rascally bear. But will they
survive long enough to see if it’s possible for her to rectify a wrong and take
him as her mate?
Welcome to Kodiak Point, where the
wildlife might wear clothes, but animal instinct rules the heart.
Excerpt
Rawr!
The
unexpected and extremely vibrant roar in his head made Travis wobble on his
feet, which sent people scurrying. He couldn’t blame them. A guy his size
falling over could lead to some squished body parts and possible broken bones.
Something he well knew given it happened to him during his scrawnier years when
trying out for football.
What he
couldn’t figure out was why his bear felt a need to vocalize at all. Sure
Travis was injured, hence why he walked into the emergency room of their local
clinic—his second home due to his accident-prone nature. But he’d gotten hurt
worse in the past.
His bear
rawred again, a happy grumble that was, this time, also joined by a hunger. Not
a hunger of the belly—his ma kept him too well fed for that—but of the body, as
in his manparts waking up.
Hello, why
the hell was he having a boner moment? He’d thought those days of
uncontrollable urges done and an embarrassment he’d outgrown.
The reason
for his arousal soon became clear.
Whilst his
bear might have smelled her first, as soon as Travis got within a few feet of
the reception desk he saw her, did a double take, and ogled.
There she
stood. The woman of his dreams.
A perfect
creature who made his heart race, his palms sweat, and his bear roar. It also
rolled around in his head as if drunk on honey and berries, but he ignored the
less-than-dignified response of his beast side because the woman of his dreams
probably would frown at such an immature reaction.
See, the
female he vowed in that moment to make his mate was a doctor. A hot, redheaded
one. A woman older than him, he judged, but only by a few years. It added an
extra layer in his instant lust for her.
A lust
unrequited.
Given he was
making those waiting in the reception area wince, what with his arm hanging at
an awkward angle, a nurse quickly booked him in—no need to fill out forms when
you were a regular—and had him perched on a bed.
It wasn’t
long before the redheaded goddess arrived at his bedside, where he sat holding
his crooked arm courtesy of a football game that got a little rough. Also known
as a future lecture from his mother about wearing equipment for sports.
As if a
grizzly would stoop to wearing protective gear.
Only
pussies—the cowardly kind, not the jungle cat variety—wore helmets and padding.
And for those who might not know, calling any kind of feline a pussy never
ended well, or without scars. Travis even bore a healthy respect for his
mother’s Siamese cats, especially since the night he woke with one perched on
his chest, sucking the life from him. He let out a very undignified scream and
his mother, arriving in hair curlers and brandishing a lamp, chided him, “Stop
your ruckus. My baby kitty is just showing how much he likes you.”
Showing
affection indeed. He made sure to check his room now before going to bed, lest
his mother’s satanic pets try and steal his soul.
“What
happened?” his future mate asked as she placed her clipboard on the bed and
gently palpated the injured area with latex-covered fingers.
It sent a
thrill through him.
“I caught
the perfect pass, but Boris tackled me, and I didn’t land right. Then Kyle
landed on top of Boris, and, well—”
“You got
squashed and your arm cracked.”
“Yeah. But I
scored.” He shot her a smile, which might have worked better if she’d meet his
gaze. Even if just once.
However, she
didn’t. Dr. Weller, the new doctor for the clan—whom he’d heard about through
the grapevine, headed by his mother—barely paid him any notice as she splinted
his broken arm so it would heal straight.
At
twenty-two, fit, and with a deadly smile that ensured his mother kept him
supplied with heavy-duty condoms, Travis wasn’t used to women ignoring him.
He tried
conversation. “So, you’re the new doctor, eh? I hear you just moved here. Where
from?”
“Anchorage.”
Still no eye
contact. Even Travis had to wonder at her odd bedside manner. It was almost as
if she intentionally wouldn’t meet his gaze.
Maybe
because she feels the sizzling connection too.
But in that
case, why pretend it wasn’t there? Was it some doctor/patient thing or
something worse? Like was she dating?
Only one way
to find out. “Hey, I know we just met and all, but are you free for dinner
tonight?”
Without
raising her eyes, she replied, but completely ignored his question. “Be sure to
keep the cast on for at least three days. Otherwise, if you shift the bone
while it’s healing, we’ll have to break and reset it.”
He couldn’t
help but roll his eyes. “I know. This isn’t the first time I’ve broken
something.”
“For such
a young man,” emphasis on the young, “you seem quite accident prone.
You have one of the thickest files around.”
“What can I
say, I’m a vigorous fellow.” And yeah, he did emphasis it and threw
in a dimpled smile for devastating effect.
Still
nothing!
“Maybe you
should think of enlisting. I hear the military is a good channel for boys and
their extra testosterone.” This jab did result in her meeting his gaze, her
brown eyes dancing with mirth, even if her expression remained serious.
The remark
hit home. His lips drooped. “I’ve thought about it, actually. But my mother…”
He trailed off. Need he really say more?
The whole town
knew his mother. Betty-Sue, queen of the baked goods and wielder of the mighty
spoon. Even the slightest mention of him going anywhere for more than a night
sent her into a despondent fit.
Part of it
was overprotective theatrics, he knew that, but the second part was fear.
Travis had lost his dad, his mom’s true love and mate, on a simple training
exercise for the military. A fluke accident that, in one stroke, took someone
they both loved from their lives.
She
recovered by smothering Travis, and because he not only adored his mother but
also worried about losing her too, he allowed it.
Then chafed
at it in his teens.
Then growled
at it when he graduated and got stuck in Kodiak Point at their tiny rinky-dink
excuse of a college. Campus consisted of less than thirty kids. So much for the
frat boy experience.
As he’d
neared graduation, he’d hinted at perhaps enlisting.
The result?
“I can’t
believe you’d do this to me,” she wailed. “It’s not bad enough the military
made me a widow, but now they’re going to steal my baby boy too? I’ll be”—and
yes, her lip trembled and her eyes welled with giant tears—“all alone.”
Deep down,
he knew she’d played him, that she overdid the drama, and yet, a part of him
recognized he could meet his father’s fate. While he could accept that risk, he
knew it would utterly destroy his mother.
She might
seem strong to those who’d crossed the bad side of her spoon, but Travis knew
better. Ma needed him.
However,
Travis couldn’t tell Dr. Weller—the hottest thing he’d met in Kodiak Point
since the time Boris convinced him to try his three alarm chili—his reasons for
not joining though. He’d learned enough from the men he admired, Boris, Brody,
Reid, and the town flirt, Kyle, to know he’d lose any chance at ever becoming a
part of their manclub if he admitted to such a weakness.
His attempts
at more idle chitchat with the doctor failed. Arm set in a cast with
instructions to take it easy for a few days, she sent him on his way.
But he went
back, kind of regularly as a matter of fact. Funny how he couldn’t go a few
weeks, sometimes days, without busting something. Of course, it wasn’t exactly
clumsiness but more his mouthiness that got him in trouble.
However, no
matter how often he ran into Doctor Weller, the woman he was obsessed with but
who wouldn’t give him the time of day, he never received the slightest
encouragement. On the contrary, after a while, it was almost as if she actively
avoided him, leaving him to the less-than-tender care of her nursing staff, who
didn’t make his bear rumble in excitement or his heart pitter-patter.
Travis knew
he should give up on Dr. Jess, especially once he found out she was already
married to a military fellow serving overseas, but instead, the longer her
hubby stayed away, the more he was convinced he and Jess were meant to be
together.
He just
didn’t tell his mother. She would have beaten him with her spoon for sure if
for one moment she suspected her baby boy was pining to leave her for another
woman.
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About the author
~ A New York Times
& USA Today Bestseller
~ #1 Amazon Paranormal Romance Bestselling Author
~ Top 10 AllRomance Bestselling Author 2013
~ #1 Amazon Paranormal Romance Bestselling Author
~ Top 10 AllRomance Bestselling Author 2013
Hello, my name is Eve. I’m a stay at
home mom who writes full time in between juggling my three kids, hubby, and
housework, I write really raunchy stuff–usually with werewolves lol.
I am a bestselling Amazon author,
ranking often in their to 100 romance authors. But I’m not just popular with
Kindle readers. I was one of the top ten selling authors on AllRomance for 2013
and have had numerous of my books hit the top 20 books over all on Barnes &
Nobles as well.
I am the first person to admit I am
totally boring and lead a mundane life. Seriously. My idea of fun is shopping
at our local Walmart lol. I like to play video games, cook, and read. My
inspiration, hmm, I guess you could say hubby as he is a total alpha male which
means I often want to club him over head with a frying pan. But, despite his
ornery, ‘I-am-man’ nature, I love him dearly.
I’m writing romance, my way. I do
have a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to
let loose in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and
werewolves. Lots of werewolves. In fact, you’ll notice most of my multi partner
stories revolve around great, big, overprotective Lycans who just want to
please their woman. I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind
who abduct their woman and then drive them insane…with pleasure of course.
My heroines, they kind of run the
gamut. I have some that are shy and soft spoken, others that will kick a man in
the balls and laugh. Many of them are chubby, because in my world, girls with
curves ROCK! Oh and some of my heroines are a teeny tiny bit evil, but in their
defense, they need love too.
Some of my work does push boundaries
and cross lines. Good and evil aren’t always clear in my tales, and in some
cases, I’ve stomped on well known religious ideologies. Have I mentioned my
imagination is a tad bit warped?
I tend to have a lot of sexual
tension in my tales because I think all torrid love affairs start with a tingle
in our tummies. And when my characters do finally give in to the needs of their
flesh? Well, let’s just say, you shouldn’t be reading my stuff at work. The
door is wide open, explicit and hot. Really, really hot.
I love to write, and while I don’t
always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will
be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily
ever after.
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