Book Title: Grizzly
Author: Bonnie Bliss
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 15, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Bonnie Bliss is the brain child of two authors. Bonnie is husband and wife duo that has come together to weave stories of passion, action, betrayal, and ultimate surrender. They have discovered that mixing genres in their thing. Their tastes go dark, and they love to twisted up sweet stories and make them a bit more tense and sexy. Bonnie writes in multiple genres with plans to dabble into more areas of fiction. One is a Southern California native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music, watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is totally accurate. She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impression part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the publishing world with her husband.
Tethur didn’t look like a bear now, although his eyes had that deep glowing hue to them. The heat of rage radiated off him.
“Do you have any fucking idea what I thought when I went to our room and saw not only the lock shattered, but you missing?” he snarled at her.
His voice and aggression was so fierce his hot breath fluttered her hair around her face. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she stormed around him.
“You can’t just lock me up like a doll, Tethur. You spent my whole life caging me, I realized today. No more. I have powers, I’m strong. I can do stuff on my own, you know,” she fired back.
“I can lock you anywhere I wish. That is my right as your guardian and mate,” he roared.
His huge arm locked around her upper arms and she was spun around. A squeal leaked from her lips as she was pinned against the wall. She heard the ice splinter.
A sharp whistle sounded, and she looked over at Cassandra just before Tethur’s large bicep blocked her path. He caged her in with both his huge, bulging arms. Arousal consumed her.
Hmm, who would have thought?
Sorscha’s chest rose and fell, her heartbeat kicked up a notch and she met his fierce, predatory gaze with her own look of defiance.
“Dear Goddess, thank you for gifting me with a horny elf and not a bear.” Cassandra tossed the couple a wink and disappeared back outside.
“No, wait…” Sorscha protested.
The deep rumble that came from Tethur’s chest drew her gaze back to him.
“You’re being unreasonable,” she whispered.
Tethur leaned in closer. His nose brushed against hers. The hair that covered his cheek and jaw brushed over the tender flesh of her cheek, and she shivered.
“Unreasonable? So that is what you call keeping you alive?” he rumbled.
“I call caging me unreasonable,” she whispered.
Turning her head to the side, feeling the hot breath spilling over her cheek, she squealed and ducked out from under him. Trying to run, she heard the roar and the sound of rending fabric, and froze.
He had shifted.
Sorscha’s eyelids fluttered shut and she braced for impact. Tethur was shockingly gentle with how, as a bear, he threw her over his shoulder and moved up the stairs with the grace of any animal in the wild. He dropped her to her feet at the foot of the bed. Before her eyes he shifted. His fur slid back into his skin, his muzzle melted into the handsome man she had known her whole life. Those glowing eyes gazed at her as if she were a feast laid out just for him. But it wasn’t just his face, oh no, she could see him all, including the huge club he called a cock standing proud and reaching to his belly button. Her mouth went dry and she fought to drag her eyes back up to his.
They were both breathing hard. They looked at one another, and Tethur’s steps ate up the space between them.
“Strip,” he growled.
She could feel her eyes go wide. Her words gone, lost, as he looked down at her, his gaze burning through her clothes. She took a step back and he matched it, keeping his bare chest pressed against her.
“No!” she said with much more fire than she felt.
“Yes, but you will,” he rumbled back at her.
The confidence in his voice shattered her independence. She would not give into him, she couldn’t. Tethur would understand that she was equal to him.
“Little bird,” he warned. “If you don’t do it, then I will, and I’m not in control.”
Sorscha shook her head, attempting to clear her thoughts. It was hard when every nerve ending responded to him. His voice, his scent, his breath, dear God, she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame and her body fucking burned for him.
Moving back, feeling as if he had left her with no escape, her next words were stuttered out again.
“Look, just because I was swoony over you in high school doesn’t mean I will let you, just, well…” she paused.
Should I say fuck me? Because I kind of want him to fuck me.
“So you call smelling like heaven and honey twenty-four seven, and pushing every button I have day and night…swoony?” he growled.
She gulped as he prowled closer and she retreated. The chase, small as it was, excited her. Feeling her body get warm as sweat beaded onto her flesh, the cool air brushed against her and she realized they were outside, on the balcony.
Trapped like a…bird.
