I’ve loved her since we were kids. But loving someone gets tough when they
don’t love you back.
Nixon Black has made mistakes. He made one mistake that would change his
life forever. Now he’s working and in school—and he’s got a three year old. He
gave up dating when Scout was born, but every night he retreats to another life
in his mind, one he could’ve had with her.
Journey spent her formative years on the arm of any boy that didn’t expect
anything out of her. She was hiding from the one person who did expect
something in return—Nixon. Years after being cheated on and dumped for the last
time, she takes a job at a daycare center where there’s a genius of a ginger
haired girl whose last name is Black.
But the roles have been reversed and Journey is no longer Nixon’s first
priority. Can he make room for the new Journey? And when he does, will he be able
to forgive the old one?
This book was filled with such an array if emotions....I laughed, cried,
swooned, felt fear, and even yelled a little (at certain characters....you'll
know who I'm talking about once you read the book). I will say it again...I
LOVE when a book can evoke many emotions from me while I'm reading it. To me
that's the sign of a great author. ~Jennifer, Goodreads review
In the depths of the
Louisiana swamps, clans of bear shifters roam freely. Hawke Turnclaw, the Alpha
over all of his kind, is drowning in the legacy left to him by the Alpha before
him, his own father. When he goes on a rescue mission to save a rogue Black
bear from the clutches of a Grizzly clan, he finds more than just a Black bear,
he finds his mate.
Echo has always been
told she's an anomaly, a fluke. She's the only bear of her kind and that makes
her a hindrance to her clan. She's tried to run away, but they keep her
tethered through guilt and a shock collar around her neck.
And then someone
shows up claiming he's her mate.
Now belonging to a
new clan, will she ever be able to understand that she's so much more than just
“I need a minute, file out please,” I commanded,
sitting back in my tattered leather desk chair, scratching my almost full
beard. Rubbing my belly, I tried to scour away the itch of frustration, to no
Frustration was my leech and its teeth penetrated
I really should
take better care of myself.
But my appearance reflected my attitude of late,
ragged, teetering on the edge of mania. I’d gone too long without a haircut,
opting instead for buzzing the sides myself and letting the top grow longer
than I’d ever let it before.
“Yes, Alpha,” they all replied, swiftly moving from
the cedar paneled office—except River. As more than my beta, my best friend, he
always thought himself exempt from most orders, and he was. I frequently needed
an ear that felt like it was on my side, and not just because the rules told
him he had to be.
My father had
been Alpha before me, and his father Alpha before that. Every day I uncovered
another piece of the effed up puzzle—the real story of the turmoil my clan was
in—the legacy they’d left me. And it seemed while they were excellent Alphas in
terms of protecting the lands and growing the clan—they weren’t proficient at
financing or piddling things like paying property taxes. They allowed their
females no say over anything, which went against everything we were taught as
young males. They failed to practice what they preached. Their mates had to
grin and bear it. A female probably would’ve pointed out the details that my
father and his father ignored. And now, one year after my father died of cancer
and my mother followed soon after, I stood in a falling apart house, up to my
eyeballs in debt with every male and some female clan members working two and
three jobs to help out. My clan was crumbling through my claws.
Something has to
River was the same age as me, though our appearances
aged us considerably. He growled out a sigh and plopped down in one of the huge
chairs, built specifically for us, thick and sturdy. He beat his hands on the
top of his head to some rhythm. He was deciding how to tell me something.
“Hawke, we can barely handle what we’ve got. Let’s
face it, we are up to our muzzles here. Clan members are paying for bills
usually taken care of by clan funds. We are working ourselves to the bone. We
do what we can, but it’s just not enough. And now the LaFourche Clan Alpha
wants to merge? I don’t know, boss.”
I hate when he
calls me boss.
“I can’t help it. I have no money left after paying
over two hundred thousand dollars in property taxes, insurance, flood insurance
and everything else we were up to our asses on. The effing government was about
to auction off our land. I have little to nothing left.”
I stood and took the two steps to the window to face
the swamp. I could almost hear the fluttering of the catfish’s fins in the
murky bayou, the teeth of the nutra rat chattering, and the bowing branches of
the Cypress tree in the beginning winds of a Louisiana thunderstorm. The swamp
called to me, begging me to allow it to soothe the beast and the stress. I
wished it could. But I didn’t even have time to run anymore—I hadn’t shifted in
weeks. The neglect of my inner animal made my skin crawl and itch.
Let me out,
He didn’t answer my rhetorical plea for him to further
his rebuttal, so I continued my side of the debate, “What else can I do? Have
you seen the other clan members? They’re as mature as a newborn cub. If I don’t
take over as their Alpha, they’ll scatter to the winds. And with the other clans
vying for our land already—they would take over the LaFourche land and be a
heartbeat away from our boundaries. I won’t have it.”
He grabbed the arms of the chair and leaned forward,
and I could see his reflection in the window.
“Then something has to give. Things are getting out of
hand. We respect you, Alpha and will obey anything you ask of us. But the Betas
and clan are restless, the males and the females. You know our ways dictate
that our inner animal obey an Alpha pair, not just a male. We need the strength
of a pair. If you intend to do this, we should be stronger, at least.”
Didn’t I know it? If they were restless for a pair to
oversee them—if restless was the word they were using, then I was downright
violent with my need for a mate.
The craving almost consumed me.
My bear needed a mate, and I as an Alpha, needed the
balance of a female—plus, even with my warmer body temperature; my bed, of
late, seemed to grow colder and colder.
But who had time to seek out a mate when the clan was
in a spiral of disorganization and failure?
It wasn’t like there was a dating and mating website
for bear shifters. If there had been, its mascot would have been that yellow
Care Bear with the heart on its stomach. The commercial would have him doing
the Care Bear stare or some shit. I hated Care Bears.
Why am I
thinking about Care Bears?
I knew he could feel my malcontent over bringing up
the issue of a mate, so he relented and moved on.
“There’s another issue, Alpha.”
I turned to my friend with a fake smile, “Oh great,
“There’s been a report of a black bear, a rogue, in
South Dakota. She seems to be part of a grizzly clan, but is not mated. They
have seen her working on clan lands and running perimeters on their boundaries
at all times of the night.”
I shrugged, “It’s the female’s choice if she wants to
keep clan with grizzlies.”
“The thing is—she’s thin—worn. The wolf pack Alpha who
reported her says she’s unhealthy. He says he can see her ribs when she shifts
and she’s maybe eighteen or nineteen but none of the kids in his pack have ever
seen her in school. And they all attend school together up there, shifter and
human. He assumes—he assumes she’s being held captive. He sent a formal request
that you visit and see for yourself as the Alpha over all bear Alphas.”
I snorted in his direction, “I’m sure the grizzlies
would be much obliging.”
“They don’t have a choice. We outrank them. Black
bears outrank Grizzlies, you know that. They have no choice but to grant you
Of course I knew that. I was just grasping at straws,
trying to talk my way out of going to South Dakota for any reason.
“How can I leave now, with the clan in turmoil?”
“It will take us three days. It’s not gonna fall apart
in three days. If she is what the wolf says she is, then we have to save her.
We protect our own.”
I slammed my fist down on the table, more in
frustration with the entire situation than towards my Beta. He jumped anyway,
“I know we protect our own. Make the arrangements with the rest of the clan. I
want you and Flint on my flank. Three days, no more.”
He didn’t answer with words, simply bowed his head in
I couldn’t believe this. I was in the middle of a turf
struggle, on the verge of taking on a new clan, and trying to calm the
mate-craving animal inside me—and there was a lone female in cold South Dakota
who’d gotten herself kidnapped and enslaved.
By accident, he
discovered long ago that he was adopted as a baby and his need to find his
biological father has consumed him ever since. Now, on a road trip, determined
to find his father and his sanity, and armed with locations and his cousin,
Nixon, to help him, maybe he can find the answers he’s been searching for. With
nothing but a suitcase and a wad of cash to get him there, lead after lead
takes him further from home.
But he’ll find much
more than he intended.
He finds Storey, a
pint sized pin-up model who has learned painful lessons about guys. Her wounds
run deep, but so do his. She knows what she wants, but will she recognize it
when it’s right in front of her?
Maddox can’t touch
anyone without feeling like his skin is crawling, but just maybe his instinct
to protect this amazing girl will supersede his own hang-ups.
If he can brush her
skin and start to feel alive inside...everything will change.
"Felix has a
way of pulling a reader into a story and making them feel a part of it. So much
so you find you don’t want to leave it and face reality. You find you’d rather
hang out with her characters than your own real life friends. Why is that?"Mandy @ I Read Indie
Despite the odds, Reed Wolfe is making it, by the skin of her teeth. Her dreams and aspirations will have to wait until she can get on her feet. Because right now she’s homeless and churning on a downward spiral.
Falcon Black is existing. Not living, not thriving, just jutting along a path. But when he finds Reed, he can’t resist the urge to help her, lighten her load. But Falcon tends to go overboard, over the line, crossing boundaries he never thought he would and risking her trust in the process.
Can she accept his love or will it end up smothering her?
You WILL FALL for Falcon, can't be avoided!! ~Marcia (goodreads)
If you love romance, then How it Rolls is a sweet, clean, feel-good romance with a different and creative twist. I thoroughly enjoyed it and highly recommend it. ~Ellen @ Always YA at Heart
Lila Felix has a style of writing that ensures you feel everything the characters are feeling. Every drop of tears, every breath of laughter, every squeeze of a hug, every beat of a heart. ~Turn the Page