by C. D. Gorri
The Bear Claw Tales
C.D. Gorri
Illustrated by
Amanda Kimberley
The Bear Claw Tales
By C.D. Gorri
Copyright 2019
*This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, places, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either part of the author’s imagination and/or used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to person, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All rights are reserved. No part of this book is to be reproduced, scanned, downloaded, printed, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of any materials in violation of the author’s rights.
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Contents
A Note to the Readers
Bearly Breathing
Bearly Breathing
Bearly Breathing Copyright 2019 C.D. Gorri
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About Bearly Breathing
A Message from Taylor, one of The Devlin Brothers…
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Bearly There
Bearly There
Bearly There Copyright
Tagline
About Bearly Tamed
A Message from Marcus, one of The Devlin Brothers…
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Bearly Tamed
Bearly Tamed
Bearly Tamed Copyright
Tagline
About Bearly Tamed
A Message from Taylor, one of The Devlin Brothers…
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Bearly Mated
Bearly Mated
Bearly Mated Copyright
Tagline
About Bearly Mated
A Message from Daniel, one of The Devlin Brothers…
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
About the Author
Have you met my Dragons?
Connect with C.D. Gorri
Other Titles by C.D. Gorri
Excerpt from Home For The Howlidays:
A Note to the Readers
Hello Readers!
Come inside and meet the Devlin brothers! In order of their stories, we have Marcus, Taylor, Daniel, and Nate! Four Bear Shifters on the hunt for their one true and fated mates! Get to know the movers and shakers behind the infamous Bear Claw Bakery, maker of the finest baked goods this side of the Atlantic! I hope you’re hungry, cause we got cream claws and honey drizzled goodies for all!
Let’s help these four growly men hurry up and find their mates before their wild side becomes too much to bear! Enjoy!
*Coming soon look for The Barvale Clan Tales!
Del mare alla stella,
C.D. Gorri
Bearly Breathing
Bearly Breathing
by C.D. Gorri
For anyone who believes in true love, this one is for you!
del mare alla stella, C.D. Gorri
Edited by Tammy Payne of Book Nook Nuts
Bearly Breathing Copyright 2019 C.D. Gorri
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, places, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either part of the author’s imagination and/or used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights are reserved. No part of this book is to be reproduced, scanned, downloaded, printed, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of any materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
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He’s looking for his mate. She just wants to have fun. Will Leya and Marcus find their destiny one hot summer night?
About Bearly Breathing
Sweet and curvy, Leya Tremayne is tired of being a shoulder to cry on for the men in her life. Determined to shed her image, she goes on a tropical vacation with plans to let her hair down!
She meets Marcus Devlin and is instantly attracted to the devastatingly handsome stranger. He is exactly the type of man she needs to help her build her new image! Can she handle a one-night stand with this rugged Bear Shifter or will she lose her heart in the process?
Marcus Devlin is looking for his true fated mate. After months of searching, he is just about ready to give up when destiny lands in his lap. Literally.
After rescuing the beautiful blonde tourist from an untimely accident, Marcus knows instinctively that she’s the one. He just has to convince her!
A Message from Taylor, one of The Devlin Brothers…
Hi there,
My name is Taylor. I’m the youngest of the three Devlin Brothers. Now, this is a secret, but I feel like I can trust you, so I’m just gonna say it. We’re Bear Shifters. Werebears if you prefer.
My oldest brother, Marcus, has been a real sonofabit-, well, he’s been one cranky ass bear! He needs to find his one true and fated mate to soothe his beast or there’s a chance he might go feral!
That would really suck for us, seeing as how we’ve just hit the bigtime with the family business. We’re the owners of Bear Claw Bakery, you might have heard of us! The best non-GMO savory breads and sweets in the country! Heck, maybe the whole damn planet!
But don’t take my word for it. Dive into these pages and see for yourself! And if you see Marcus, maybe let him give you a sniff, just in case you’re the one?
Oh, steer clear of Daniel! My poor big bro got his heart crushed. Yup, he was left at the altar by his fiancée! Let’s just say the experience left him one bitter and angry dude. He hates women.
Yup. I’m the nice one in the bunch. But don’t get any ideas. I am a confirmed bachelor for years to come yet! No rush to mate here. Especially not with Krissy Sposa, our home store manager. Despite what the curly haired bear seems to think!
Anyway, back to Marcus, he’s the one looking for love. I gotta get going, I have a hot date with a sexy redhead.
TTYS!
-Taylor
Prologue
Marcus rolled his shoulders and waited impatiently for the familiar buzz that preceded his Change. It was early yet.
The evening sky was still bright with the setting sun. Too light for what he was about to do, but he didn’t care. He needed to do it now.
He tore off his apron and stepped out of his flour-caked sneakers, kicking them onto the rubber mat that sat against the exposed brick wall of the hallway that led to the ovens.
He’d have to remember to tell the cleaning service to hose down the mats before they left at night. He made a mental note, but that didn’t slow him down in the least.
Marcus turned sideways so he could fit smoothly through the back door of the bakery and half-jogged down the steps. He sniffed the air, ignoring the sweet smell of flour and yeast as he loped towards the stand of trees just behind the employee parking lot.
He ran his eyes over the area, checking one last time to make sure he was completely alone, before stripping out of the remainder of his dough splattered clothes.
The bakery was hot as fuck on any given day, no matter the season. Today was no exception. Tiny rivulets of sweat clung to his skin, but the cool air that met it caused him to shiver. Or was it caused by something else?
He sucked in a deep breath. Change was coming, his Bear sensed it. Not the kind that swapped skin for fur, this was something else. The weather perhaps?
Just another week or two and the unseasonably cold spring would be over, replaced by the intoxicating heat of summer. Marcus loved summer.
Actually, what he liked most about his home in southwestern New Jersey was the change of the seasons. Except lately.
This winter had been a long one and, as for spring, it was nonexistent. He felt restless and barren as the landscape. Small, unfulfilled buds covered the trees. They looked hard and small, dead even, incapable of holding the life he knew that dwelt deep inside.
He longed for the lush green of the summer months. With it came the frenzy of his fellow woodland creatures as they went about their lives of hunting, gathering, making homes, and making babies. Fuck. Babies. The thought alone used to be enough to have him breaking out in hives. But now…
This line of thought was not helping with his current state. Anxiety filled his veins. He exhaled and shook his head, freeing his shoulder-length hair from the confines of the tight braid he preferred when baking. It’s time. The voice inside him growled, but Marcus resisted.
He didn’t want things to change. He liked his life. Business was good, his family was healthy and safe. He had deep roots right there in town. What more could he want? Mate. Must find a mate, his inner beast growled.
His family was long and well-established in the area. He had duties to both his business, his brothers, and his Clan. But could he fulfill them without giving up a part of himself?
Marcus knew his history well. His great-great-grandfather, Ignatius Devlin, moved to Barvale from Ireland over two hundred years ago seeking fortune and a better life for himself.
After he’d landed, he started as an apprentice baker to the one man willing to give an Irishman a job. Years later, after marrying the man’s daughter and inheriting the shop, he founded the Devlin Clan.
Family legend said the young baker’s wife was curious about her husband’s nightly runs through the woods. He’d avoided her questions with success until one night when their first child promptly turned into a bear cub after refusing to go to bed when his mother ordered him to.
Old Ignatius had a lot of explaining to do that night, afterwards, harmony reigned in their house, and the bakery was re-christened the Bear Claw Bakery.
The Devlin Clan owned and operated the Bear Claw Bakery to this very day. In fact, his father had recently retired from the business and was ready to do the same with his role in the Clan. More changes.
Marcus and his brothers had immediately thrown themselves into work. He had to prove not only to his father and brothers, but to himself, that he could do a good job. And he had. Only, just lately, he felt as if time itself was breathing down his neck. His Bear was restless.
It wasn’t because of Bear Claw Bakery, that much he knew. Marcus had baking in his blood. There was nothing on God’s green earth that compared to the heady rush he got when he breathed in the wholesome fragrance of freshly baked bread and the other sweet and savory goods that made the Bear Claw one of the best in the industry.
The old family recipes that had been passed down to them were revered by the brothers. They were responsible for keeping their products fresh with bold new innovations in flavors and by using only the best non-GMO, organic ingredients.
His father had smiled indulgently whenever they talked about their new take on old family recipes. As if he had ever used inferior ingredients! Bah! But the world was changing, and chefs and bakers the world over had their work cut out for them in so far as selecting only the best for their products.
Marcus dusted the flour off from his hands and grunted. Success aside, something was missing from his life. Something soft and supple with sweet curves and a wicked tongue… Fuck, not now, he thought.
The image of a faceless woman with a body made for him entered his mind and he felt himself swell instantly in response. No. He was damned if he was going to admit that what he craved, what he lusted after was a woman. No, not just a woman.
Women were not exactly flocking to his bed, though he’d had his fair share. He was a good-looking guy, but his days of sowing his wild oats were long gone.
One night stands simply held no appeal. But having one woman, the right woman, might. Marcus squinted against the setting sun and rubbed his hand over the middle of his chest.
He was acutely aware of the emptiness there. Like a hole had suddenly popped up right smack in the middle of his heart. He’d been fighting it for months now. But tonight, it hit Marcus like a ton of bricks.
He couldn’t outrun it any longer. You need a mate. The second he acknowledged it, his Bear roared in agreement. He wanted to balk at the very idea of it.
That his Bear should demand he find a mate before the man was ready! It made him damned angry. Shit.
He just didn’t have the time to find a mate. Not now. He was too busy. But when he had the time, it shouldn’t be too hard, he told himself. He knew that women found him attractive.
Marcus was the eldest of the Devlin trio. He was taller than his two brothers, though they too shared his bulk, and he had an easy-going nature most of the time. He worked hard, his body evidence of just how hard.
All three Devlin boys were heavily built, each one covered in sinewy muscle. They were big as, well, as Bears. Shifters in general were well muscled, but Bears were downright brawny.
It didn’t stop the ladies from flocking to them. When he was younger, he ate up the attention, but nowadays it just felt wrong. He was tired of one-night stands. And he had plenty to offer a mate, now that he was coming around to the idea.
He was handsome, with his chiseled features, full lips, and preferred bit of scruff on his face. He was financially sound, and the bakery was doing amazing.
Unlike his two younger brothers, Marcus had inherited his mother’s mane of dark brown hair. He kept it long and plenty a woman enthused over the natural silkiness of his locks. Yes. He was enough to tempt any female.
Not just any female. A mate. My mate. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’d never been interested in more than a casual affair with women. But he realized this was bound to happen sooner or later.
At least he could be objective and choose one before he fell under her spell. Lord knew he didn’t want to wind up like his brother, Daniel. Poor guy was still eating his heart out after his fiancé left him at the altar for another man.
“Fuck me,” he growled out loud.
Sure, he’d tried dating more and more the last few months, but there were slim pickings out there for a guy like him. He disliked aggressive women, and the types that frequented the bars and restaurants that he and his brothers used to hang out in were more than that.
Christ, last night a long-legged blonde had walked right up to him and put her hand right on his dick before he even got he
r name. Not his type at all.
Taylor, the baby of the family and his mama’s pride and joy, had been too happy to take over from there. Marcus left early and came right here to work off his annoyance.
Ten hours by the ovens in their main distribution baking facility and, still, he was agitated. Need to Change. Now.
He rolled his neck and relaxed his crouched stance. Mate or no mate, he needed this time right now to unwind. He was more than a little anxious to stretch his legs.
He refused to think about what would happen if he couldn’t find her. His Bear roared at the thought of going feral. Unmated Bear Shifters, or Werebears, were a threat to their entire way of life.
