Grizzly Secret


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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:
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Grizzly Secret releases August 8, 2017.


Ignoring the urge to bind is one thing…but for grizzly shifters, denying Nature for more than a decade is unheard of.

Grizzly shifter Joselyn Arthur has been living a lie. She’s been lying to her parents, her siblings, and even herself. The decision to move back to her hometown in the mountains of Alberta, Canada, after university and take a job in the family brewery two years ago was the dumbest choice she’d ever made.

Alton Tarben has also been working his butt off for the past two years in his family’s brewery on the other side of town. He too is questioning why on earth he thought this would be a good idea. He’s lonely and bored, and his bed needs warming.

When the two breweries end up in a battle over new product launches, Joselyn and Alton decide they’ve had enough. Enough hiding. Enough sneaking around. Enough separation.

The problem is that life is not that simple. Silvertip isn’t progressive enough to tolerate the binding of two shifters from rival bear packs. Joselyn and Alton must decide if they’re finally willing to put their happiness first and risk losing their families and their community.


She hadn’t communicated with him a single time in two months. Not since the weird phone call that ended with her freaking out and hanging up on him for no apparent reason other than the possible fact that she didn’t like him calling her baby.

Did he insult her in some way? He couldn’t imagine how, but she still refused to respond to him since that night. And he refused to give up on her.

So he’d texted her the precise location of this godforsaken cabin six weeks ago and then reminded her every Sunday evening he was there if she would please join him.

How many weeks would he continue to put himself out there like this emotionally and physically?

As many as it takes.

Taking a deep breath, he froze in his spot, dropping his fingers from his temples, and widening his gaze to the darkness of the room. Another breath confirmed the unmistakable scent of his mate. He inhaled slowly, his hands shaking as he wiped them on his thighs.

Holy shit. She’s here.

Nerves ate a hole in him like a fifteen-year-old boy on his first date. Except this was not a date. He had no idea what it was. There was every chance in the world she would show up yelling at him to stop texting her and leave her the fuck alone.

He would gladly face even her wrath if it put them in the same room. He was that whipped.

The door creaked slowly open as he stared at it, and he said nothing as she stepped into the small space and shut it behind her.

For several seconds, neither of them spoke. The room was lit only by the faint trace of moonlight streaming through the two small windows on opposite walls of the cabin, but the vision of a grizzly shifter was sharp enough for them to see fine.

Finally, Joselyn blew out a breath, leaning against the door.

“You came.”

“It was a bad idea, but yes.” She met his gaze. “You’re persistent.”

“I am. When it’s important.”

“How is it so important to maintain a relationship with me? I would describe it as dangerous and playing with fire.”

“It’s both of those things. No doubt. But it’s also undeniable that I can’t stop thinking about you.” It was time to throw everything on the table and toss in his heart.

She reached behind for the doorknob, making him lurch forward to stop her from leaving.

To avoid his touch, she jumped to one side out of the way and circled to the back of the dingy old couch, her arms wrapped around her middle.

He leaned against the door, blocking her exit, at least for a while.

“So I’m a hostage now?” she asked sarcastically.

He moaned. “Dammit, Jos. Don’t do that. Don’t act like this is all on me. Just…don’t.” Never once in all the years had he forced her to face the truth or prevented her from walking away from reality. It was time to put his foot down and insist she listen to reason for a change.

She crossed her arms, shutting herself off from him. “Fine. What do you need to say? I can’t stay long.”

“You know me, Jos. Better than anyone. You know I would never do a thing to hurt you. But I also won’t let you hurt yourself. And unless I’m deranged, we’re meant to be mates. I’ve known it for most of my life, and I know you have too.”

She didn’t speak, but she did cock out one hip and settled the corresponding foot at an angle.

He could smell the anxiety coming from her. In the tight space, he could sense her increased heart rate. Good.

“We have hurdles that seem insurmountable. I get that. You aren’t the only one with family and pack obligations. Mine are the same. It’s the reason why I let you walk away from me and return to Silvertip after university.

“I could have pressured you then. Maybe I should have. But I knew how much your family meant to you, and I didn’t want to be the catalyst that upset your relationship with anyone, so I let you go. Maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe I should have insisted we run off together. Bind.”

She flinched subtly, enough to let him know he was getting to her.

“I’ve given you years to find yourself. Grow into the woman you are today. I’ve waited patiently for you to realize on your own that we were meant to be together. I’ve never broken a single promise to you to keep my distance, keep my hands off you, hold my tongue.”

She gave a sharp laugh.

“Okay, maybe I don’t always hold my tongue, but far more often than you can imagine.” He took a tentative step away from the door. “Things are not improving within my pack. I had hoped to get a feel from my family that they would lighten up on their incessant need to feud with yours, giving us the opportunity to come clean. But if anything it’s been worse lately. Tempers are flaring.”

“Same in my pack,” she muttered.

He nodded. “I need more, Jos.” There was no way he would force her, but he would give this one last-ditch effort to convince her to see things his way. “If I’m crazy, and this entire thing we have is all in my head, I need to know that. I need to prove it so I can move on.”

Did she give a subtle nod?

He swallowed and held his head higher. “Baby, let me touch you. Let me hold you. If the spark isn’t there, we’ll know. If it is, we’ll deal with it.” He watched her carefully as he used the endearment.

She dropped her hands to her sides and licked her lips. “I’m scared,” she whispered.

“I know, Jos. So am I. Frightened out of my mind. But we have to know.”

“What happens if we find out you’re right? What if the spark is there and we can’t deny it?” She took deep breaths. He didn’t interrupt her, sensing she had something else to say. She continued. “What if I find out what I’ve suspected most of my life?”

Finally. Finally, she admitted she felt the same thing he did. Headway.

“We figure it out. We deal with it.”

Pain covered her face. She lifted one hand to wipe a tear where it slid down her cheek. She turned her face to one side. Her voice trembled when she spoke again, tentatively, softly. “I don’t need to touch you to know you’re mine. I’m yours. I’ve always known.”

His heart kicked up a beat. His cock also jumped to attention, stiffening further than it had already the moment he scented her outside the cabin.

Her hesitation was palpable. Taking this leap was huge. He knew it. He’d let her keep her distance for all these years because of it, but if he wasn’t mistaken, she needed him to take charge now and press the issue further than he ever had.


She didn’t move.

“Jos, look at me.”

She slowly turned her face his direction, wiping that damn tear again. It tore him up inside to see her in so much turmoil. Shaking. Frightened. Afraid to face the truth.

“Jos… Baby, take off your coat.” He nodded toward his jacket where it was draped over one of the two ancient wooden kitchen chairs. “It’s not that cold in here.” The heat coming off their bodies from the intensity of this meeting was enough to light a fire.

She took small, tentative steps toward the table, slid her arms out of her thick winter coat, and draped it on top of his. When she turned to face him, she rubbed her arms. The long-sleeved black shirt she wore was tight fitting and dipped low in the front, showing off her cleavage. Had she worn it on purpose?

He fought the urge to smile. “Come here, Jos.” He wouldn’t go to her, but he would insist she come to him.

She rounded the couch, arms crossed in a way that pushed her breasts up higher and made her nipples pucker. Beneath the V of her shirt, he could see the edge of a black lacy bra that made him groan inside. She never dressed provocatively. Ever. Not that this particular outfit was provocative by most people’s standards, but for her it was huge.

For her coming to meet him in a remote cabin in the woods, it was beyond huge.

He wondered how long she had pondered the decision to wear the particular bra and shirt combination and how many clothes were on her floor at home.

She stood two feet from him, facing the floor. Her usual ponytail fell around the sides of her head in thick gorgeous locks.

“Look at me, Jos.”

She was pale when she lifted her face, tipping her head back to meet his gaze. She wasn’t a short woman. She was six feet tall. Most grizzlies were taller than humans. But she was still five inches shorter than him. Her throat worked as he watched her swallow several times.

He could scent her arousal. Stronger than any time in the past.

Was he doing the right thing pressuring her like this?

Yes. He had to believe this was the right thing to do. Later they would sort out the complications. For now, what they both needed was confirmation. Assurance they were not mistaken. Not that he had doubts. Nor did she. But proof would tip the scale. Proof they would have as soon as they touched. Skin to skin.

“Jos… Touch me.” The word slid easily from his mouth now, empowering him with every utterance.

She stiffened as more of her arousal filled the room. “It’s a bad idea,” she murmured.

He knew the war that raged inside her was fierce. He also knew she wouldn’t have come to this cabin tonight—wearing that shirt—if she hadn’t already decided to give an inch.

He lifted one hand between them and held it out, palm up. “Take my hand.”

She stared into his eyes for several more moments before she lowered her gaze and lifted her hand. It was shaking hard. Her fingers looked so small and dainty next to his.

As she eased her reach forward, he knew this would be a monumental moment in both their lives they would never forget.

The second her fingertips hit his, a zing of excitement raced through him. Heat. Arousal. Electricity. Need. A consuming desire to strip her clothes off and devour every inch of her body from head to toe.

He didn’t move a muscle, letting her smooth her hand over his until their palms touched. And then he wrapped his fingers around hers and brought her palm to his face, tipping his cheek into her hand.

She gasped but didn’t pull away.

He grabbed onto and held her gaze.

Oh yeah. The last shred of doubt fled the cabin.

Joselyn Arthur was his.