No Ifs, Ands, or Bears About It by Celia Kyle

He’d whoop her from one end of the house to the other if he caught her crying over him. She needed to push past the grief and live her life. Her eyes stung, tears forming and clouding her vision, and she wiped away the moisture as it trailed down her cheeks. That fleeting thought brought back the memory of standing at the old man’s graveside less than a week ago, clutching her dad’s hand as her grandfather was lowered into the ground.

A familiar pang of grief speared her heart. Part of her wondered if he’d decided to haunt her as he’d always threatened. Her mind had been playing tricks on her ever since she’d walked through the door of her deceased grandfather’s home. She slammed the door shut and counted to five, sure it’d been a figment of her imagination. Heck no, she was not being mauled by a bear. The small ball of fur shifted, reflective black eyes settling on her with interest. Mia squinted and peered into the dim interior. Threats arise, danger comes close, and Ty demands she return to his den. But the beast wants to make their woman happy, so it’s perfectly content to let her do as she pleases. If she’d stop smiling and being gorgeous, his inner-bear would support him and Ty would get his way. Ty is the Grayslake Itan, the clan’s leader, and the little werebear is going home with him… Unless it isn’t. Werebear Ty can’t seem to get the curvaceous, delectable Mia to understand that, even if she is one-quarter werebear, she isn’t keeping the cub. Ha! The cub is hers… No ifs, ands, or bears about it. Of course, he has to ruin things by trying to take the cub out of her hands. Then it gets loads better because suddenly there’s a hot hunk of badge-wearing werebear on her lawn ready to rescue her. It gets worse when the cub’s uncle comes by and busts out his fur and claws while on her front porch. The house her grandfather left her looks ready to crumble, boxes cover every inch of the floor and-oh-there’s a bear cub in her pantry. The first day of Mia’s new life in Grayslake, Georgia is not going as planned.

No Ifs, Ands, or Bears About It by Celia Kyle