Happy Saturday! I think I’m going to try to do a series of backlist spotlight post- we shall see how this first one goes 🙂 I’m going to start with Claimed by the Bruin~ Green Mountain Shifters, book one.
An interesting tidbit about the book: the voice of Mara came to me when I was working on another story, and she demanded I start writing her story. Due to that insistence, the first draft was complete in about eight days. I knew about two pages in that this would be a short book- for the Romance on the Go line at Evernight Publishing- but even for a short, this book wrote incredibly fast. I think it was edited, submitted, and accepted for publication within one month of me writing it 🙂
Shifter politics can be a real bitch.
Mara Kane is a twenty-six year old woman who happens to have bear blood. She can’t shift…yet. But that doesn’t stop Lee Underhill, an exiled bruin, from taking his revenge out on her. After all, it was her father who played the largest role in Lee being sent across the country to his original clan and territory. The revenge? If she’s not married and mated in three days, she has to marry the bastard’s son.
The hell with that.
Ramsey McGregor is the son of her Clan’s alpha—one day he’ll take his father’s place. When he finds out what Lee is forcing on Mara, he, as well as her father and his, decide to do the only thing they can to keep her with them—marry her to him. No territorial council would ever dispute the union. But can he soothe Mara’s nerves enough to bring on a true mating? Or will the Clan have to fight Lee and his people to keep her with them?
A smile formed on her lips as she reached a picture of him with another bruin. They were in their early twenties, it looked like, and jumping off a cliff into the lake their town was named after. Huge grins on their faces, mid-flight.
Ram had a playful streak that she wished she saw more often.
Having rounded back to the kitchen, she looked out the kitchen window, and found her eyes locked on the man who was now her husband.
Did she want to be married? No. But she was pleased he’d been the one she’d married. She liked other bruins, other men, but at least Ramsey understood her thought process and wasn’t forcing any more on her than the Underhills had.
He was tall, an inch or two shorter than his father, and was a tad more lean, shoulders slightly less broad. But as he split wood, she found herself unable to tear her gaze from him, the way his back muscles worked as he raised and swung the axe. The smell of sweat came in through the window and teased her nose. His scent was pure male, pure bruin, and the woman and bear in her loved it. Christ, she could feel herself getting wet, the want rolling through her in a constant, building wave.
Be the situation as it was, her body wanted his. It wasn’t a destined thing, it wasn’t to be mated. Just unadulterated need.
As he set the axe down and bent to stack the wood in his arms, he turned to the half-shed and she started her way outside. He was already in the shed as she made her way to meet him. When he turned and saw her, he looked startled.
She jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, locking her lips to his. The burning desire to have him inside of her pulsed through her as the kiss deepened, their tongues dancing. He turned and walked between the stacks of wood—her back all but slammed into the wood, and she didn’t care one little bit as his hands moved down and over her breasts and lower, under her dress and gripping her hips.
He broke the kiss, causing her to growl. That growl rumbled through her as her bear rose. She reached down and made fast work of his belt and button before he took her hand away.
“Please, Ram—I need you.”
He met her gaze. “I can smell that. And take you I will.”