Bear Meets Girl (Pride Stories Series #7)by Shelly Laurenston
"Quirky characters, madcap antics, snappy dialogue, charged love scenes. . ." --Publishers Weekly
He's big, burly, and way smarter than your average shapeshifting bear. He's also about to get trapped by own his game. . .
Lou Crushek is a reasonable, mellow, easygoing kind of guy. But once someone starts killing the scumbags he works so hard to bust, that/i>… See more details below
"Quirky characters, madcap antics, snappy dialogue, charged love scenes. . ." --Publishers Weekly
He's big, burly, and way smarter than your average shapeshifting bear. He's also about to get trapped by own his game. . .
Lou Crushek is a reasonable, mellow, easygoing kind of guy. But once someone starts killing the scumbags he works so hard to bust, that really gets under his fur. Especially when that someone is a curvy she-tiger with a skill set that's turning Crush's lone-bear world upside down--and bringing his passion out of hibernation. . .
As a member of an elite feline protection unit, Marcella Malone has no problem body-dropping anyone who hunts her kind. But Crush is proving one major pain in her gorgeous tail. The only reason she's joined forces with him is to track down the wealthy human who's got her entire species in his ruthless sights. It sure isn't because Crush's stubborn and contrary attitude is rubbing Cella in all the right ways. . .
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Bear Meets Girl
By Shelly Laurenston
BRAVA BOOKSCopyright © 2012 Shelly Laurenston
All right reserved.
Chapter OneBrutal, undeniable pain. The kind of pain that could kill a man. Maybe it had. Maybe the pain throbbing in his head right at this moment had killed him and he'd have to spend eternity feeling like this. Like warmed-over shit melting in the hot desert sun.
The worst part about all this? It was his fault. He had no one to blame for this but himself—and those damn Jell-O shots. He should have stayed away from them. He knew better. All that alcohol in those delectable little jiggly squares ... what was he thinking? And now he could barely move without pain. Brutal, undeniable pain.
Lou "Crush" Crushek tried to open his eyes, but that only made things worse. It was morning and that light coming through the window was destroying any brain activity he had left. If he were home, he'd simply go back to sleep for a few more hours, but he wasn't home. He could tell. The scent was different. He smelled feline. Everywhere he smelled feline.
Crush snarled a little. That's whose fault this was. That damn cat. Male lions. Never trust a male lion! Sure, this particular male lion was married to a fellow NYPD detective and was from one of the wealthiest Prides in Manhattan, but he was also the asshole who'd brought the tray of Jell-O shots around, in their innocuous-looking little cups, and said, with that feline grin, "Go on. Try one."
So ... Crush had tried one. Then another. And another. After the eighth ... well, he didn't remember much of anything after the eighth.
What Crush did remember was making the mistake of going over to Detective Dez MacDermot's house for a "small get-together with some friends" that turned into anything but. Normally, when parties or events became something he didn't want to deal with, Crush would find the first exit and head on home to his TV and his quiet life. At least the quiet life he had when he wasn't working undercover, pretending to be a merciless drug dealer, biker, and occasional hit man. But honestly, Crush didn't leave the stupid party because he was, for lack of a better, manlier word, depressed.
A word he rarely used about himself. He wasn't much for sitting around, feeling sorry about his life. He was a bear, after all. A polar bear specifically. No, not one of those guys who insisted on swimming in the Atlantic during the middle of winter to prove how virile he was. But a guy who could swim in the Atlantic during the middle of winter and never worry about dying of hypothermia. A guy who could shift into an eight-foot, twelve-hundred-pound polar bear anytime he wanted to. And, as a polar bear, sitting around being depressed wasn't really his thing. Instead, Crush lived like most of his kind. Being curious. Asking too many questions. Staring blankly at people until they became terrified and ran away. Eating whenever he was even slightly hungry. The usual.
Too bad, though, Crush had discovered something that all bears found distressing. He'd discovered there would be change. Change was coming Crush's way and he hated change. He liked to know things were going along as they should, and when that didn't happen, he became depressed. He still hadn't recovered from the closing down of his favorite deli five years ago. Or that six years ago they'd moved his favorite shoe store—needless to say that as a six-nine, three-hundred-pound guy, he couldn't exactly pick up his boots and sneakers from the local sports store—and Crush still walked to where the old shoe store had stood, gazing into the window, wishing things were like they once were, until the customers inside the tea shop called police about the "crazed meth dealer lurking outside the door."
So no, Crush didn't handle change well, but he didn't see that there was anything he could do to prevent this change from happening. Not after one of his old partners had called him and given him a heads-up. The man wouldn't have called unless he was sure. So now Crush was just waiting for the anvil to drop.
Unfortunately, it felt like that anvil had already dropped right on his head.
He couldn't do this. He couldn't sit here in a coworker's house, waiting for the hangover and migraine he had to go away. No, he just needed to get a move on. He had to get up. He had to deal with the pain. He had plans anyway for the afternoon and he wasn't about to miss out on them. So he had to get up.
But there appeared to be a little problem with him just leaping from bed and facing the day. And that problem was the naked female sprawled across his chest.
Uncaring about the brutal pain it would cause, Crush opened his eyes and looked down. Yep. That was a female all right. A—he took a sniff—feline female. Crush's lip curled. Another feline. The most untrustworthy of species in his opinion. And since he was naked, too, he could only assume that they'd ... well ... you know.
Christ, what was wrong with him? This wasn't like him. Crush didn't get drunk and sleep with random people. He just didn't. It wasn't in his DNA. It wasn't just the NYPD who called him "By the Book" Crushek, either. He had classmates from junior high, high school, and college who called him that as well.
Yet a little depression, a few too many Jello-O shots to drink at a house party, and here Lou Crushek was. Naked. With a feline.
Who was this female anyway? Anyone he knew? Crush didn't think so. He knew lots of felines, but he didn't spend time around them because they were, as he'd already stated and everyone knew, totally untrustworthy. It was a fact. Look it up!
Too bad Crush couldn't be one of those guys who drunkenly slept with a woman only to sneak out before she woke up. It would definitely make his life a whole lot easier, but that would bring him to a new level of tacky he couldn't handle. Just because he felt his life falling apart around him—he hated change!—didn't mean he'd allow it to actually fall apart. And part of keeping his life together was doing the morally right thing.
Man, it sucked being a good guy all the time.
"Uh ... miss?" Jeez! His voice sounded like gravel. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Miss? Excuse me?" He couldn't see her very clearly with all that black hair, with strands of white and red throughout, covering her face and his chest. He recognized that hair color, though. She was a She-tiger.
Hating to wake her up, Crush tapped her shoulder. "Miss?"
"Uh ... yeah, sorry. I ... uh ..." This was so hard. How did he tell a woman he'd possibly had sex with that he didn't know her name? Couldn't even remember having sex with her? This was getting worse and worse. When the hell did he become a frat boy?
Suddenly she stretched, her long body briefly writhing on his. Crush ignored how good that felt and said, "Miss?"
She lifted her head and gold-green eyes blinked up at him.
Damn, she was pretty. He didn't remember having sex with her? Really? How drunk had he been last night?
She blinked at him in confusion; then she smiled. "Oh. Hi."
Yawning and slapping her hand against his chest, she levered herself up and looked around the room, giving him a monumental peek at her breasts and, wow, those were freakin' nice. "What time is it?" she asked.
"No idea. Early."
She nodded and settled back onto his chest, eyes closing, arms tightening around his chest. "Good. I'm still so tired." Wait. What just happened?
"I have to get up."
"Another hour," she bargained. "Maybe two. Just relax."
Completely confused, Crush said, "Look—"
Her head snapped up, those eyes locking on him. "Are you going to keep talking? 'Cause it's irritating. I'm trying to sleep, and I'm extremely hungover."
Crush's eyes narrowed. He was irritating? "Tell me we didn't have sex last night."
"As drunk as you were?" She yawned, already bored with him, it seemed. "I don't think you could have gotten it up with a crane."
"Wait. Is that what you think? That we fucked?"
"We're in bed together. What was I supposed to think?"
"That I was tired and needed someplace to sleep."
"But we're both ..." He shrugged a little. "Naked."
"Yeah, I was really drunk, too, so I just took my clothes off."
"Wasn't there somewhere else you could have slept?"
"Most of the people who crashed here last night were either full-humans or canines. Have you ever tried to sleep with a canine? They yip in their sleep. And run. It's annoying. And Mace wouldn't take the couch so I could sleep with his wife so—"
"You asked a lion male to move out of his bed for you?"
"Why wouldn't I? Because he's the majestic lion male, king of the jungle? Or because he's a rich Llewellyn of the Llewellyn Pride?"
"Because it's the man's house."
"It's his wife's house. MacDermot just allows him to stay here with her and those giant, useless dogs she owns. And I know she'd pick those ridiculous rotties over that lion in a hot second." She sat up. "Well ... now I'm awake."
"How annoying for you." Crush struggled to sit up, too, ignoring the screaming in his head.
"What are you so cranky about?"
"You basically just told me you used me like a giant pillow."
"You were comfortable. And didn't yip once. I hate the yipping. Let me tell ya, you don't know hell until you've been trapped in a rainy, miserable jungle during monsoon season with a bunch of canines. Everyone wet and miserable and goddamn yipping."
Crush tried to ignore his migraine and asked, "Why would you be sitting in a miserable jungle with canines?"
"For lots of reasons."
"Name two. No. Just name one. I challenge you."
"You challenge me?" She laughed, her almost muzzle-like nose crinkling a little as she looked him over. "Aren't you cute?"
Finally, Crush had to ask, "Who are you?"
"If I wasn't still hungover, I'd give you my most sultry smile and tell you 'your dream come to life.' But, eh. I'm just too tired to bother and, honestly, does one have to really put in that much effort for a bear?"
"Are you always this insulting?"
"Insulting? This is me being nice. I even complimented you."
"Yes. Apparently I'm as comfortable as a pillow."
"Yeah. But one of those full-body ones. Or like one of those giant stuffed bears you get when you're a kid. My dad used to get me those and then he'd teach me how to maul 'em."
"I am not—"
She held up her finger. "Hold that." Then the insane female stretched out across his lap and reached down to the floor, grabbing a phone out of her jeans.
Annoyed and disgustingly turned on, Crush snarled, "Woman, get off me."
"Ssssh," she said, settling her butt onto his lap. "Business call."
Did she just shush him? She did, didn't she?
"Yep?" she said into the phone, clearly uncaring that they were still both naked and there was absolutely nothing separating her ass from his cock. "Now? 'Cause I gotta get home to the kid."
Kid? The woman had a child, but she was hanging out and getting drunk at house parties and torturing him with her butt on his cock?
Thinking about all the shitty parents he had been forced to deal with over the years as a cop, Crush hissed, "You have a child?"
She nodded and while someone kept talking on the other end of her phone, she whispered, "Have to get home. Still breastfeeding." Then, when Crush thought his head might explode, she silently laughed and mouthed, "Just kidding."
Holy hell, who was this woman?
"All right. All right. I'll get Smith on it. You know she loves morning jobs. I know she doesn't work for you, but think of it as outsourcing. We both know she can do the damn job. Besides, she has to realize that not everything can be the close-up kill." Not knowing what she was talking about, Crush was relieved when she winked at him. Good. She was kidding. Because it would be really hard to arrest a naked woman sitting in his lap. "Okay. Good. I'll take care of it."
She disconnected the call and tossed the phone back on her jeans. "I've gotta go."
"Yes. You need to get home to your child."
"Yeah. Her, too." She shrugged. "She's pretty self-sufficient. She can almost reach the stove."
Unable to take any more, Crush pushed her off his lap. Not as hard as he'd like—damn his morals—but at least he got her off him and he could move away from her.
Grabbing his clothes, Crush stalked to the door.
"Don't you want my number?" she asked him. "Maybe the next time we could get drunk and then actually have sex. If you're worried about the kid, I can put a little brandy in her milk bottle and she'll be out like a light."
Crush began to speak, but realized he would only say something completely inappropriate and mean, something he simply couldn't bring himself to do. So instead he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Tragically, however, Desiree MacDermott stood there in her hallway, her green eyes growing wide as her gaze moved down the length of his naked body while he lollygagged in the middle of her hallway.
His fellow detective finally looked up into his face. "Hi, uh ... Crushek. How's it going?"
"Fine. Thank you for inviting me to your party."
"Okay." They stood in the hallway another second, then Crush said, " 'Bye."
And, with as much dignity as he could muster at six in the morning while naked in a coworker's house, and still sporting a hangover and a semi hard-on—because even degenerates could be sexy as hell in the morning—Crush headed to his truck and absolute freedom.
Marcella "Bare Knuckles" Malone—She-tiger, feline nation protection contractor for KZS, pro hockey player for the championship shifter team the Carnivores, and the Malone family's bare-knuckles fighting champion—heard the bedroom door open again, but she simply couldn't stop her hysterical, wheezing laughter. No one could! Why? Because that had been the best!
She heard MacDermot, but Cella couldn't answer her. She was too busy laughing and trying to figure out who that guy was. It wasn't every day Cella got to meet guys who looked like biker gang meth dealers, but had the moral fortitude of Martin Luther. All that indignant outrage over her untended daughter while sporting long, white polar bear hair that reached past his shoulders, a perpetual scowl, a scar on his neck, and pitch-black eyes that probably terrified lots of people. Of course, if all that didn't scare someone, she was pretty sure that what had to be about six feet and nine inches and about three hundred pounds or so of hard muscle probably did the trick. Man, had that body been like a thousand levels of perfect or what?
Yet even though the guy was really scary looking, Cella just found all that intimidating scowling and raging anger so cute. Like teddy bear cute. Plus, he was so damn uptight! She didn't know bears could be so uptight. Unless they were startled into a rage, bears were usually the most laid-back of all shifters, except lion males. Although Cella felt there was a huge difference between laid-back and just plain lazy.
Even worse for that poor bear was how all that uptightness brought out Cella's worst feline qualities. Honestly, the more uptight the bear became, the more she playfully swatted at him. She couldn't help herself. He was just so cute in his moral outrage!
"Cella!" MacDermot demanded, also now laughing. "What the hell did you do to the poor guy? I've never seen him look like that before. He was about to blow a vein in that big bear head of his!"
It was more than she could take. Cella rolled off the bed, hitting the floor, which miraculously made her hangover go far, far away.
Chapter TwoCrush was dreaming about breaking through thick ice, pounding on it with his front legs, the seal under the ice giving him the flipper. Little bastard. But then the seal tapped at the ice. Once. Twice. Okay, so now he was taunting him?
Crush opened his eyes, looked around. Shit.
He turned the truck's ignition key to get enough power to roll down the window. "MacDermot."
She scowled and at first he thought she was angry. Then he realized she was just making fun of him. "Crushek," she said, imitating his voice, then laughed, and rested her arms on the sill. "How long have we known each other, Crushek?"
"I don't know." He thought a minute. "Since the Evans case?"
"Wow. The guys were right."
"Right about what?"
"That you mark time by cases, not by years."
"Yeah, well ... I guess." Crush heard another knock and looked forward. "There's a cub on my hood."
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I just got the book today and im so happy! This is first time for me reading one of Shelly Laurenston's books, i gotta say im enjoying it! I like how in the book, it takes place mostly in New York City where there are humans but also animal shifters mingling together. Surprise, i expected there be clans of different animal shifters like most stories written, but there are purebreeds and even mixed breeds working closely together in the big apple. Lou "Crush" Crushek is a were-polarbear, who enjoys spending time alone, hates changes, and has a bad temper. Then his world changes one night as the "undercover cop" finds himself in bed naked with the beautiful she-tiger, Cella Melone after being drunk from eating some jello shots spiked with alcohol (lol) xD. Im liking it so far, and i can't seem to put the book down. Im hoping Lou would loosen up and warm up to Cella and other people and not be so uptight all the time, although Cella says at the beginning of Chapter One that she couldn't help but playfully swat at the uptight were-bear. Which i thought was cute too! Who wouldn't? XD I like how this book has plenty of humor, is not so serious, and you can really feel close to the characters, what seams to fit my type of reading . I find that a book that is too dramatic and serious is a big turn-off for me. I recommend this if you are into books that contains not only sexy shape-shifters, but also has plenty of action, and humor! :3
I read possibly too many shifter books, and having said that, it's known there are some that aren't very good. This book however is wonderful! It was hard to put down, the charactors were well done, the story jumped to other charactors at odd times but not in an obnoxious way. 300 pages of great plot & lovable charactors. Totally worth getting and taking a couple days to read & not so many sex scenes that I cannot share with my Aunt
Once again Shelly does it. I totally love this series. The characters are great, the writing is fantastic and as usual there were parts that I had to read over because I was laughing so hard. I can't wait for the next one. I'm in love with all of her characters.
I love this entire series. I have read them over and over, and everytime I laugh in the same spots. The character's are true to life, but that is subjective, but I can so relate. I have fallen in love with certain characters..Novikov, Blayne, Dee Ann, Cella, Crush, Mitch (Love love Mitch), Van Holtz's (most of them). I think I like it because it is so true to life forreal. Also, I enjoyed the Magnus series as well. I don't think you can go wrong with Shelly (under that pen name - her writing style changed - evolved). Maybe she found her voice..I don't know. If you have not read her before, Magnus and Pride are both wonderful literary expressions (in my opinion). I laugh, I shake my head, and re-read it and do it all over again. I didn't mention Lock, but I like him too. Gwenie said his head was giant like a kumquat (sp). If you want a funny, entertaining read that will enable you to enter into another world for a minute...this is your author.
I have to admit, when I bought this book, I did it on my old black & white Nook, and never saw the cover. If I had, I probably would have passed, and I would have been wrong. Yes, it is a para-normal romance in a flood of paranormal-romances, but the story is actually one of the most compelling, and dare I say it, realistic, that I've read in a long time. The novel is full of actually funny situations, and in the context of the background universe, very logical scenarios and actions that draw you in instead of lingering on the already moldering stereotypes dominating at this time. Yer, there are sex scenes, but even if you're not a fan of those, the rest of the book makes it worth it. Buy this.
Wow I liked this book a lot! I am a big paranormal shifter fan and one of this author's biggest groupies. All her shifter books are well written and very funny. This book centers around the romance of a cop named "Crush" and a feline paramilitary sniper/hockey player named "Celia aka Bare Knuckles Malone". The cast of characters from previous books in this series almost all make an appearance and there's a lot of humorous banter between characters, criminals, mystery, family dynamics, and a good love story.
Loved it. Great book, great story. I was very entertained.
I enjoyed the characters and the story.
I am use to Shelly Laurenston giving me comedy and romance in a nice balance, but lately I have been disappointed with her novels! They have so much story that the romance has gone out. I am not saying I want a sex scene every other chapter, but there were maybe two times the main characters even got heated. I just want a better balance!
Great summer read. Hilarious characters. Looking forward to more of the series.
I have been selecting this authors books, reading the summaries and then moving on to something else for months now. The covers just dont look interesting. (I know, i know, dont judge a book by the cover). When this book was offered for $2.99, i decided to take a chance. Best choice ever. Its 3am and i need to be up in 3 hours and i didnt want to put it down. Kept telling myself, "just one more chapter". This is the good stuff, people, buy this book. I plan on buying the rest of the series immediately. Great character developement, engaging story. This can be read as a stand alone book, although im sure it would be even better to read the series in order. A few sex scenes but well placed and not so many that you lose sight of the plot. Would give more than five stars if i could. Hope this review helps -Jennifer Keller
I enjoyed this book very much. Can't wait for another!!! Keep them coming Shelly Laurenston!!!!!
Another great book from Shelly Laurenston. Love this series.
Love the author and the whole series. This a very funny shifter story with a small yet serious subplot. And the romance is cute. There are many familiar characters from previous stories. Its fun to read.
I am very much enjoying this series! Can't wait for the next installment!
I have read all of the series books and wait for the next one. It was good, i liked the main characters, funny with excitement. I also like how the author wrote in all the other characters from previous books it keeps you updated. Worth the wait.
I love the characters.
This author has done it again, created a story that kept me entertained, and smiling. Worth every penny!
BMG just didn't ring my bell or make make laugh out loud (just a few chuckles this time) as often as I did in the Magnus/Pride series. Crush was...boring. Cella acted more like a she would rather be her daughter's age than an adult with a daughter. For me, Cella and Crush didn't really click for the romance to be believable and even what little romance there was didn't get going until later in the story...that is, after the initial pages offering the reader a taste of something delicious...and they were aprt a lot of the time. The hockey theme was intriguing at first, but soon became overpowering when the real storyline (shapeshifter murders) should've been most important. On the other hand, this is a writer's work. I can live with that. Still hoping the next Laurenston book is better and includes the usual humorous hell, making me want to read all of her works--although her stories contain a cast of thousands and are difficult to keep up with each character.
Love her books !
Shelly laurenston has outdone herself with this one. I love the mix of shifters and drama and fights mixed with a couple who don't realize they are falling until it's to late. This is a must read!
I laughed so hard n so much that for the first time my husband were curious about this book. Cant wait for the next book. :D
Nonstop laughter poor Crush
Absolutely hilarious! Cella and Crush's inevitable romance is everything you could wish for... if you're into the whole 'take forever despite themselves' romance category! Cella needs a pretend boyfriend to stave off the matchmaking of her gaggle of aunts and she decides Crush, a polar shifter she met at a recent party, fits the bill. Of course Crush isn't too enthusiastic about the idea but eventually goes along. It also helps that our cute lil' polar is a total hockey nut, and Cella's dad used to be the number one shifter hockey player there ever was! As for the aforementioned side plots, they're really there to help the whole overarching story arc along. Not really needed as I'd read just to find out what past couples are up to anyway as they're there! Especially Blayne! Helping Cella's lil' 'pretend' romance right along.
She never disappoints.