Sunday, February 8, 2015

PRE-ORDER BLITZ: Grizzly Love by Eve Langlais

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.


Other Books In The Series

#3 – Polar Bared
A Holiday Novella – Caribou’s Gift


#5 – Grizzly Love (Coming Feb 17th 2015)
Grizzly Love pre-order links




About The Author
 
 
~ A New York Times & USA Today Bestseller
~ #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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