Bear in Mine by Lenore Harper

SKU: B01M4P7K1G Category: Romance Tags: Paranormal Romance, shifters

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About the author:

Lenore Harper has been passionate about writing and all-things romance for as long as she can remember. She spends the bulk of her time in Columbus, Georgia writing about alpha males and the just-as-strong women who love them. Outside of the writing-sphere, Lenore loves sipping on sweet tea while reading a good book or fueling her Southern-ness with some jeeping.

What inspired you to write your book?

I loved the Grayslake world that Celia Kyle wrote and always wanted to write. So when the chance to to write within that world opened up to me I knew it was sign for me.

Here is a short sample from the book:

I had been sitting in my Mini Cooper for the last forty five minutes attempting to put all of my protective layers into place. Why? Simply because my curse would not allow me to be near other people without tremendous effort on my part. People didn’t really mean to shout their emotions at me and God help the ones whose thoughts were so loud sometimes I thought they were my own. Nope, all of this was my problem and it has taken me years to be able to function as well as I do. Well that, a little planning, and a lot of time alone. So much time alone that sometimes my voice was the only one I would hear for days on end. Sadly I knew I could not cower in my car for much longer. I was here to do and job even if I was scared shitless I was going to do it. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my life would change here in Grayslake, Georgia. Fate had seen fit to ensure that I had that little tidbit of knowledge. I knew I was sent here to help someone and that I would end up protecting someone from death. The problem was I didn’t know who or how. Fate sucked balls! This curse sucked even bigger balls! Okay so maybe it wasn’t a curse to some people but those people could suck it as well. All I want is to be normal for once.
Gathering up my bag I got out of the car and immediately fell to my knees. The jolt of emotion slapped through my walls like they weren’t even there. This was the worst I have ever felt it. Being an empath meant I felt a lot but this was like being in a tornado of emotion. If I didn’t get it under control I was going to pass out and wouldn’t that just make for a confident first impression.
“Are you alright?” a deep voiced called out and within a few seconds a pair of black boots came into view. “Are you alright?” The voice made a shiver run down my spine but at the same time all of the emotion stopped. It just stopped! No feelings other than my own, no voices…. Nope not a single one that didn’t belong to me. While at the same time something snapped within. Like a rubber band popping and I knew right away what this meant for me. As he bent to help me up, I braced for the pain I knew was coming. I felt it in the way he breath in as deeply as he could. He dropped me to the ground like I had bit him or something.
“What do you want?” the anger in his voice was like a knife to the heart. Looking into the deepest chocolate brown eyes I had ever seen I had to work at controlling my own emotions. Imagine that! Me! The freak of a person who could feel other people’s emotions and thoughts had to work to hide her own. This man was more than I had ever expected him to be. I was on the short side at 5’3” while he was at least six feet tall. If not taller with broad shoulders and muscular chest that just screamed for me to lay my head against it and never get up again. Every second in his presence I could feel a heat burning unlike any other. Not to mention the silence! What is the world was up with that? I had suffered this curse for as long as I could remember. If there was ever a time in my life that I didn’t feel other people in my head in one way or another I don’t remember it.