My Thoughts
Amy has left behind her life for a bit to get over an ex who was a nightmare and a job that just wasn't doing it for her anymore. She wanted to paint and longed to get closer to nature. This is how she ended up renting a cabin by hot bear shifter man Griff. I loved that he was a bear shifter and it totally took him by surprise when Amy turned out to be his mate. He wasn't looking for her as there is some trouble with the lions trying to take over their space and one in particular looking for revenge. I loved that Amy and Griff had a chance to fall for each other before the big grizzly reveal and I loved her reaction to seeing him for the first time. I so enjoyed their story.
I give Waking the Bear 4 hearts!
I give Waking the Bear 4 hearts!
About the Book
Sexy shifter passion is awakened when two unlikely lovers
are challenged by secrets, danger and an unstoppable need to claim one's mate…
For human Amy Francis, the secluded cabin in Deep Creek is
the haven she needs to map out a fresh new start. She never expected her heart
to be reawakened by a distraction like Griff Martin, commanding yet gentle, too
ferociously sensual to ignore. It's clear that patrolling the forest is more
than a job to Griff—it's a means of survival. But what Amy doesn't realize is
she's reawakened the beast within him.
Griff's dormant hunger is stirred by this intoxicating
woman…and threatened by the secret she must never learn. Duty-bound to defend
his bear clan against an avenging pride of lion shifters, Griff's entire world
is upended when he meets Amy. His animal need to claim his mate has taken hold,
but that very desire could seal her fate as an unwitting pawn in battle.
Now, as a shifter war looms, Griff must decide between
letting Amy go or following his most carnal instincts. To have her would change
his life…but risk everything he knows and was born to protect.
*Previously published, newly revised by author
Purchase Links
Excerpt
“Griff, this is Amy Francis, your new tenant.” Jill rushed
over to Amy and took her by the elbow to lead her to the small kitchenette
table. “I’ve already done the background check and credit check, and she’s
prepared to pay two months up front. Just gotta sign the papers.”
As Amy passed the ranger he peered down at her, his hazel
eyes locking on to her, examining. Warm, and soul-deep, they stared. Not
judging or comparing, he truly seemed to be studying her without any pretense.
She gazed back, her mouth partly open, her heart rate accelerating from being
so close she could smell his woodsy scent. He wore a full beard, the kind of
scraggly brown mess of wiry hair usually reserved for reality TV. His hair
matched, curling to his shoulders in a tangle of waves.
Something about his eyes warmed her to her core.
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Francis,” his deep voice almost
growled. He set her scarf on the table.
What had he been doing with her scarf? She’d left it on the
table. She grabbed it then wrapped it around her neck, hoping to conceal her
flush. “Nice to meet you, too.”
She was instantly at ease with him, despite his gruff
appearance and her body’s reaction to his maleness. He had that Grizzly Adams
kind of comfort in his posture. Big, but safe. Trustworthy. At ease with
himself and his environment. The kind of guy that made you feel like everything
was going to be okay.
Not the kind of guy she was used to being around.
“Glad you find my cabin to your satisfaction.” He continued
to stare, but it wasn’t threatening, it was curious.
“It’s a lovely place, and the view is amazing, but you know
that. Exactly what I was looking for, though. So thank you for agreeing to rent
it to me.” She could tell she was babbling but her mouth wouldn’t stop.
Something about the sexy ranger made her slap happy. She squeezed her scarf,
trying to keep quiet and slow her thoughts down. Amy time. Amy time. Not
looking for a man. Shouldn’t even be looking at a man, especially not a man
like this. Whew, is it hot in here? She fanned herself.
“I have some questions.” He eyed her for a few seconds
before continuing, his gaze cutting into her. “This is my family’s cabin and
it’s very special to me. I don’t rent to just anyone that shows up. Even
someone Jill has picked and background checked.” He nodded toward Jill. “Even
though I’ve known her a long time.”
“Her background check was clear.” Jill nodded.
“I hope you’ll consider me.” Amy shuffled her feet. Her
heart thudded and her palms dampened. She hadn’t considered that he might not
rent to her. If he didn’t, she’d have to stay in a hotel till she found another
place, and that wouldn’t be easy.
He ran his fingertips across the chairback and paused before
speaking. “This cabin is a special place to me.”
She followed his fingers, watching them slide across the
smooth wood. “I can see how it would be.” Her mouth went dry. His long fingers
and large hands exuded the same power his height did. No wonder Jill seemed to
have a crush on him. Who wouldn’t? She cleared her throat. “What questions do
you have? I’m prepaying.”
“I’ve got the contract,” Jill interjected. “Ready to go.”
“No, it’s not that.” He ran his fingers through his beard.
“I need to know how you’ll use the cabin.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t damage anything. I’m an artist and I draw
and paint landscapes and florals. Mostly watercolor, and almost always
outdoors. That’s why I thought about coming to the mountains of New York. It’s
so beautiful here.” Damn, she was still babbling. What was it about the big man
that both put her off guard and comforted her at the same time? Her body hummed
with excitement being in his presence and she’d left her cool in the cabin
bedroom. She had to get control. She was in New York to get away from people,
not meet new ones. Especially not sexy new ones.
He had facial hair and she had a rule. No facial hair. That
was simple enough, right? No facial hair meant zero facial hair. Well, except
eyebrows. She’d dated a guy in college who shaved off his eyebrows as part of
his Goth sensibilities. Best guy ever at quoting Whitman. No facial hair except
eyebrows had been a rule since that guy was out of her life.
“I see. Well, I’m glad to hear you aren’t painting with
harsh chemicals.” He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He gripped the back of the
kitchen chair and scooted it across the wooden floor to its place under the
table. “Sorry. I’m having a hard time staying awake.”
“Sorry.” Her face heated again. “I’m trying to tell you how
lovely I think this area is, especially compared to the city.”
“The mountains are picturesque, especially in springtime. I
think you’ll be an ideal tenant, long as you can follow the rules.”
His gaze lingered, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Th-thank you,” she stammered at his close inspection. “I can follow the
rules.” The landlord won’t be too bad to look at, either. Not a bonus I was
expecting. Looking is okay.
“One thing you need to know. Take it to heart, please. The
mountains are very dangerous. Especially if you don’t know what you’re doing or
where you’re going. You don’t want to go traipsing around these trails by
yourself. You could get lost pretty easily and it could be days before someone
finds you. There are things—”
“I don’t think you need to worry about Ms. Francis,” Jill
spoke up. “She’ll be fine.” She fiddled with her notebook, flipping pages
quickly. “She’s from Atlanta.”
Griff reared up to his full height and stared at the
Realtor. “This is not Atlanta.”
Also Available
Synopsis
In a world where humans don’t know mermaids exist, Mari
leaves her home in the ocean to escape her mother, her betrothed, and her
tribe’s expectations in order to make a go of independence on land. Chase,
former Navy diver and self-appointed curmudgeon-who-isn’t-worthy-of-love, lost
his brother in a freak diving accident and now fears the ocean he once loved.
Mari’s a mermaid with a plan. She has to get the sexy
bartender, Chase, to remain on the island so she can get him into her bed.
Trouble is, he’s afraid of the water and there’s a hurricane coming. But with
Mari's betrothed on the rampage over a centuries-old vendetta, the storm isn't
the worst thing they'll have to face.
Purchase Links
Synopsis
Nika, the pack’s newest scout, wants nothing more than to
please his Alpha. When he discovers a beautiful, and very sick, stranger in the
woods outside Los Lobos, he finds himself torn between his duty and his
hormones. The stranger carries a deadly wolf virus—one that hasn’t been seen in
the Black Hills in ages.
Kimi, a Lakota Sioux, is dying. She’s transported herself
forward in time, hoping to find the cure to the illness that’s stricken her
tribe. Her only chance for survival is to trust Nika, even if she’s not used to
having help.
To find the cure and save the pack, Nika and Kimi must
travel to a time long ago—before the Lakota populated the Black Hills—a time
filled with dangers neither can imagine. Their growing attraction may save
them, or kill them both.
Purchase Links
About the Author
Kerry loves history and spends large amounts of time
wondering about people who lived and walked on Earth in the past. She’s a mom
to three daughters, six cats, and various small animals. Her husband says she’s
a marketer’s dream, as she often believes everything she hears—at least
initially. Her shoe horde will attest to her fine shopping skills.
In addition to writing, Kerry loves to sew (costumes and
cosplay, especially), draw, paint, make chainmail, and play guitar.
Her new love is her Mini Cooper Convertible, Sheldon, and
they have already gone on many adventures. They travel to as many concerts as
they can–especially Green Day and Marilyn Manson.
No comments:
Post a Comment