Grizzly Beginning

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Ms. Jameson creates a wonderful world contained on one mountain. A fire in the Smokies is nothing compared to the heat in this beautiful love story. The sex is sizzling. The love is a living and breathing emotion. A light and beautiful read with enough spice to entertain. – See more at:
Grizzly Beginning releases June 13, 2017.


When trust is damaged, even binding might not be enough to unite mates for a lifetime.

Nuria Orson has waited fifteen years to return to her hometown of Silvertip, Alberta, the place where she was molested at age fifteen by her boyfriend’s older brother. If she had her way, she would never return, but she needs to sell her childhood home so she can move on with her life. Her plan is to slip into town, sell the house, and relocate as far away as possible before anyone finds out. Not an easy task for a grizzly shifter easily scented by anyone who wanders close enough.

Austin Tarben has spent half his life silently pining for the girl he was certain was his mate before she left town with her parents in the middle of the night fifteen years ago. Believing she willingly dumped him for his brother before she disappeared, he has longed for answers for all these years.

When Austin learns his childhood sweetheart is in town, he forces himself to confront her if for no other reason than peace of mind. But Nuria doesn’t welcome him with open arms. In fact, she’s furious. As the true story of what happened in high school unfolds, the two mates must decide if they can put the past behind them and forge a future together.

But Austin isn’t the only shifter in town shocked by Nuria’s arrival. It would seem she has a pile of enemies. Before Austin and Nuria can possibly reconcile, they need to figure out who wants her dead and why.

There are some misunderstandings even mates can’t overcome, and it’s difficult to be certain the act of binding together for the rest of their lives will create a bond strong enough to heal the hurt.


A tear slid down her face, and she wiped it away.

Austin swallowed through the lump in his throat. He hated seeing her so sad. He hated more that he didn’t have the right to comfort her. He’d burned that right years ago.

Another tear escaped and then another until she wiped them freely and dipped her face. Her voice was soft, almost impossible to hear when she spoke again. “If I hadn’t taken off that day… If I had stayed…” She sucked in a sharp sob and lifted her face. “How many women did he molest because I was too much of a coward to come forward?”

Austin flinched as though she’d slapped him. “Baby… No. My God you can’t think like that. Do not let my brother hold that kind of power.” Fuck propriety and the fact that it was undoubtedly a horribly bad choice, he lurched forward and slid onto the couch next to her, wrapping an arm around her to haul her toward his chest.

A deep inhale made his heart race. She belonged in his arms. It would hurt more than life itself for her to leave him when this was over. But dammit, he wasn’t going to watch her suffer without trying to console her.

There were no words. How could he possibly take away her pain? She had held it inside for so long. It needed to get out. He needed to let her work it out.

Fuck Antoine. And fuck this situation that was tearing Nuria apart. He knew exactly how she felt because he held the same guilt. If he hadn’t been such a moron and thought the worst about his own girlfriend, he too could have prevented countless other women’s suffering at the hands of his brother.

He asked himself the same question she was asking. How many were there?

As he closed his eyes, his father reached out to him. “Are you home?”


“Nuria’s with you?”


“Don’t leave. It will be a while before I can get there and explain, but stay in the house and don’t let her out of your sight.”

“She’s in danger.”

“Yes.” He broke the connection.

Austin shuddered.

“What now?” Nuria asked.

“Nothing.” He rubbed her arm. “We have to wait. Let me get you a blanket. You have goose bumps.”

She wiggled her arms around his waist and held him tighter. “No. Stay. You’re warm. I’m fine.”

She wore nothing but a plain white T-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. He would need to see about getting her some other clothing. Hers would smell horrible until they could get them cleaned properly. One of his sisters would have something she could wear. Probably Adriana. They were almost the same size.

“Who were you communicating with? Your dad?” She was sharp. Not surprising. Most shifters could sense when someone they were with was distracted by a communication from outside.

“Yes. He’s going to be a while.”

“But you’re worried. He must have told you more than that,” she responded to his chest, still not meeting his gaze.

He chuckled. “For someone who’s been gone a long time, you don’t miss a beat.”

“Stop stalling.”

He sighed. “He thinks you’re in danger.”

She stiffened. “Who would want to hurt me? The only enemy I have is your brother. Please tell me he’s still in prison in the Northwest Territories.”

“He is. Don’t worry. It’s not him.” He grabbed her shoulders and forced a few inches between them, lifting one hand to grip her chin. “Nuria.”

She let her gaze meet his.

“Nothing’s going to happen to you in my home. You’re safe.”

She lifted a brow. “Austin, I’m not even safe from you,” she whispered, tearing his heart out.

He nodded slowly. There were no words to follow that except, “I’m sorry.”

“I know. Me too. But we can’t change the past. I’m sure in time I can forgive myself and you, but I won’t forget.”

He nodded again. “Of course.” His throat felt raw with emotion. His mate, the love of his life… So much pain in her eyes. Pain he helped cause. Suffering she would never get over. Seeing him every day would just remind her of what she’d lost and his part in it.

Seconds ticked by. She stared at him intently. She swallowed. Licked her lips. Bit the bottom one. Pursed them together.

He could feel her pulse rate increase. He could smell her arousal. Nothing could stop the physical attraction. It ran on a separate compartment of the brain, rushing ahead at full speed without a concern for the heart.

And then she lurched forward. Her lips slammed down on his. She grabbed his shoulders fiercely with both hands.

He lost the ability to think as he let his hands span her waist and his lips consume hers.

She slid her tongue into his mouth first, licking the seam and then slipping inside when he parted.

A piece of his soul left his body to mingle with hers, laying claim to what was rightly its perfect match. The kiss alone wouldn’t bind them. Nor would sex for that matter. One of them would have to bite the other and let their personal serum enter the other’s bloodstream.

He would never do that to her without her permission. Which wasn’t likely to occur in this lifetime. But God how he longed to make her his.

His cock swelled as his arousal grew. He tipped his head to one side to increase the contact.

She tasted like heaven. His memory of kissing her as kids flooded back to him. He’d known then. His body had also responded. But not like this. Not like his grown-man body did now.

Without breaking the kiss or releasing his shoulders, she twisted around to straddle his waist and press her sweet body against his.


He could die right then and be happy.

When her pussy pushed against his cock, he groaned.

A sound came from her mouth too. Low. Deep. Possessive. Driving him insane.

As if she had been temporarily possessed by an alien, she suddenly broke free, jumped off his lap, and backed up. The backs of her knees hit the coffee table, and she landed hard on her butt, reaching back with her hands to keep from tumbling farther.

Her face was red, her lips swollen, her eyes wide. “Oh. God.” She sat up, touched her lips with her fingertips, and flushed deeper. “I can’t believe I did that.” She stood abruptly, rounded the table, and raced from the room.

She’d never been to his house before, but she wouldn’t have trouble finding a bathroom or whatever she was looking for. A place to hide. Escape.

His chest was pounding. His cock was so stiff it hurt. He couldn’t catch his breath. He didn’t have the brain function to tell his legs to go after her. And besides, she needed space. He would give her anything she wanted.


If there was a snowball’s chance in hell they could reconcile, he would do everything in his power to make sure it happened.

Was it possible for them to overcome their past when faced with the driving need to bind?