Bears of Grayslake #3
Genre(s): Audiobook, Paranormal, Print
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What should Trista do when faced with a hunky werebear who can’t decide if he wants to kill her or screw her?
Half-hyena, Trista has spent years rotating between Grayslake, Redby, and Boyne Falls. When the Grayslake Itan—the local clan’s werebear leader—orders a purge of all hyenas, she finds herself fighting to hold onto the hand-to-mouth life she’s created. Her carefully built existence is threatened further when a gorgeous werebear strides into her life and demands not just her heart, but her very soul. She’ll think about it, but not until her shift ends at seven.
Keen seems like a happy-go-lucky, sex-and-sin werebear, but that’s nowhere near the truth. In reality, his inner-animal wants to go on a bloody rampage and kill half of Grayslake—just because it can. After that, it wants to claim the seductive, curvaceous half-hyena female Keen can’t get out of his head. The animal doesn’t care that most bears wouldn’t mind a little hyena tartare for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Nope, it peers at her through Keen’s human eyes and has one thought: mate.
When push comes to shove, Keen has to decide if he would rather have the family he was born with, or Trista—the woman who makes him realize that true happiness comes in a lush, hyena-shaped package.
Enjoy the third book in the bestselling Grayslake series. This new BBW paranormal shapeshifter romance from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle is sure to secure a spot on your keeper shelf.
**Special thanks to Rebecca T. and Nayda V. for naming baby Abrams!**
Read an Excerpt
God hated Trista and the proof was taped to her door. The evidence fluttered in the breeze, words printed with black ink on bright yellow paper.
The wind picked up again, blowing harder this time. Empty cans clinked across the grimy concrete floor. A plastic bag followed in its wake, flying over the filthy ground. A familiar ball of yellow, much like the one plastered to her apartment door, tumbled by.
Someone else was being evicted. Well, at least she wasn’t the only one who’d be miserable and homeless. Not that she wanted others to suffer, but misery loved company.
Clutching her keys, she traced the page taped to her door. It flapped, as if trying to flee, but she slapped her palm over the thin sheet.
Final Notice of Eviction.
Funny how she’d never received an initial notice. Then again, it’d only been a matter of time, right? She should have expected this after she heard of Bru’s death, but she hadn’t. She’d held onto hope that she could float idly along and pretend her landlord hadn’t been killed and a new owner wouldn’t be coming in to take over.
Trista slid her hand over the notice, letting her palm skim the rough door. Paint flaked off and pricked her skin, reminding her she was alive. And soon to be living on the streets.
Wouldn’t be the first time. Except she hadn’t been alone the first time, or the third or the fifth. No, she’d had her mother then. And now…
Her eyes stung, familiar tears welling, and she blinked them back. The piece of paper danced in the breeze again. Reminding her of what needed to be done. She didn’t have time to cry. Besides, it didn’t solve anything.
That didn’t stop a tear from falling past her lower lashes and snaking down her cheek. It didn’t stop the second either. Or the third.
“Fuck.” She leaned against the door and balled her hand. “Fuck.” She banged her forehead and fist against the scarred surface. “Fuckery Fuck McFuckerson.”
With each syllable, more tears fell. One time, just once in her life, she’d love things to go her way.
“Fuck.” She whispered the word and took a deep breath.
Memories of her mother filled Trista’s mind. She imagined her mom pushing open the apartment door and brushing past her fifteen-year-old self. Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it, Trista Ann. We’ve got work to do and no one but ourselves to do it.
She allowed one last tear to trail down her cheek and one last curse to leave her lips. “Fuck.”
There, now she needed to get her things packed before she left for her night job slinging drinks at the bar down the street. Come morning she’d apartment hunt between when she got off and her day job started.
Okay, she could do this. Even if she didn’t have her mom by her side, she was an adult. She’d lived through worse, she could get through this.
Trista grasped her doorknob, careful to hold it in the right position to get the thing unlocked. It was a finicky bitch and it hadn’t mattered how many times she’d complained to Bru.
It works, don’t it?
God, he’s an asshole. Oh, right, he was dead. Okay, he’d been an asshole.
Unfortunately, when she turned the knob just right—two inches right and then one back left—it didn’t click like it should. Mainly because the door simply opened, swinging on silent hinges to reveal…
A bare apartment. Completely, utterly, empty of her possessions. The sagging couch remained along with the rickety table in the kitchen, but they’d come with the place. Her things were gone. Her pictures and mess of clothing that generally littered the floor. She had no doubt the money she’d hidden throughout the space was gone as well. She and her mom hadn’t trusted banks, especially not those run by her father’s “friends.” When her mom pissed off her dad, their account typically suffered a “computer glitch.”
Now, all of her belongings gone, it… it was too much. The rage that’d burned inside her from the moment her mother disappeared, the anger over fucking life fucking shitting on her every fucking day, boiled over.
Trista tilted her head back and screamed at the cobweb-laced ceiling, opening her mouth as wide as possible as she released the guttural roar. “Fuck!”
The yell went on and on, echoing off the concrete block walls of the hallway. The scream’s never-ending boom mocked her, reminding her over and over that she was alone.
“My mim says you shouldn’t curse. She says it’s bad.” The tiny, tinkling voice came from beside her, the tone of a high-pitched youth. She looked to her right, down at the child, and the little boy stared up at her with guileless eyes.
The part of her that hated being challenged, particularly by a male, roared its displeasure in her mind. God may hate Trista, but she loathed that piece of feral animal inside her even though she knew it’d never disappear.
Snapping her mouth closed she turned her raging attention to the little one at her side. She snarled at him, curling her lip. This behavior wasn’t her, it was its, but she couldn’t halt the aggressive attention she gave the boy. “When she pays my bills, I’ll be fucking happy to quit my fucking cursing.”
Now she was really going to hell. Squeezing her eyes shut, she leaned against the doorframe and slid down its length. In no time she went from standing to a dejected pile on the floor.
29 thoughts on “Hunted by the Bear”
How much longer? I’m about to have to whine and pout 🙂
LOL! The first or second week of August. It’s out for its final proof and then there’s one more look-see before it’s ready for publication. Soon!
can not wait
I loved the first two books in the series…can’t wait for this one!! 😀
Cannot wait either – love love love your books!
I join the group of impatiently waiting for this book to come out. Love your stories. Thank you for writing them.
Yay love keen
Count me in the can’t wait group too please. I love this series.
OMG! Cant wait too! So love this series
I am so ready for this next installment and then we can get to Isaac’s story
I love the Grayslake series (as I do all your other books) and cannot wait for Keen’s story!
ok its the 11th .. is that “mid” enough ..? come on just give it to us… please please …. sigh .. patience is not my strong suit .. sorry
Hypothetically, very probably, you’ll find it late tonight/tomorrow. 😉
I was hoping Keen was next!
Soon! Just waiting for Amazon to get its poop in a group!
It’s up on amazon!
Yup! It just went live! It’ll slowly appear on other places this evening. 😉
When do you think it will be out on the nook? Love love love your books!
I haven’t updated the links yet, but you can snare it here: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/roaring-up-the-wrong-tree-celia-kyle/1120113656?ean=2940150762213
It *JUST* went live! Yay!
Love the book I think Keens story is the best in the series.
Aw, thanks so much!
I usually don’t write on these but I just had to. Keen’s book was the best of the series and one of the best books I’ve read in a long time.
Oh, I’m so, so glad you enjoyed it. SO glad. Thank you for writing!
How long before it comes out in paperback?
Soon! It’s in process now. I’m hoping by the end of the week. 😀
I just finished the book, Roaring up the wrong tree,I bought it yesterday and finished it this morning! I couldn’t put it down! I love this series and can’t wait for the next one! You are one of my favorite authors, Laurann donnner are my favorites! Keep up the wonderful work! I’ll keep a lookout for the next great story!
I just finished it. Great story.
Love all your books can’t wait for the next One .you have given me inspiration to try to write a book myself lol thanks you
I haven’t read the first two books in this series, but I am in love with this book! I will just have to go back and read the first two while I wait for the next one. I love how you spin a story that just wraps itself around the heart and soul leaving the lucky reader gobsmacked.