Half-hyena, Trista has spent years rotating between Grayslake, Redby, and Boyne Falls. When the local clan's werebear leader orders a purge of all hyenas, she finds herself fighting to hold onto the hand-to-mouth life she's created. Then a gorgeous werebear strides into her life and demands not just her heart, but her very soul. Keen seems like a sex-and-sin werebear, but that's nowhere near the truth. In reality, his inner-animal wants to claim the seductive, curvaceous half-hyena female Keen can't get out of his head. When push comes to shove, Keen has to decide if he would rather have the family he was born with, or Trista-- the woman who makes him realize that true happiness comes in a lush, hyena-shaped package.
The title for this collection of prose and poetry Sometimes Grief barks up the wrong tree came to me in the late Spring of 2011 during an ensuing period of significant change and a series of disappointing struggles with some of the more harsh realities of life. The passing of my Father on Easter Sunday was hardly an unanticipated event. His decline was (for the most part) mercifully brief and he left the earth with loved ones present, in his own home and quite peacefully. The rituals of saying goodbye were observed with the usual decorum and to be honest? That part of dealing with the inevitable demise of life of a beloved father was actually a quiet sort of sad comfort in the memory of a good man and vibrant artist. I thought I was adjusted to that. Not so. What ensued on a personal level was a real old fashion shit storm of confusion, doubt, despondency and loss. Normal you say? To be expected? Perhaps. On the surface maybe, but such a world of chaos descended that it virtually affected every aspect of my life. And then one late Spring morning after teaching a class at a local community college a phrase resounded in my mind as clear as a bell. Sometimes grief-barks of the wrong tree. It was a revelation really. Surely not an answer to anything, merely a sort of internal realization. A recognition. I was in fact grieving, angry and ashamed that my intense personal feelings of sadness and loss were not wholly directed to my Dad being gone. No. I was furious the world with all of its confusion, contradictions and uncertainties that had encroached upon what I perceived should have the appropriate grief towards my recent loss. I felt my emotional interior had been hijacked by worldly concerns. Someone or something was diverting and demanding my attention and energy towards a dead end of self centered remorse, regret and devastation. Intellectually I accepted, (even understood) someone very close to me had left. Died. But I discovered much to my embarrassment that I was ill-equipped to deal with the more collateral damage of the off-the-rack influence of others in my life and while it was true I once cared deeply about them, I now had to face the unpleasant truth that the relationship with them had now gone toxic and was damaging and draining my strength to move on to the next chapter of my life. I couldnt let it go. And the same time it was like holding a burning white hot ember in the palm of my hand. I responded by closing my hand into a fist and holding the pain tighter. I ran wildly with it, quitting long time teaching positions that represented normalcy, purpose and economic stability. In short ? I was gutting my life. Serving every tie, except the right one. I was determined to hold on steadfast to that smoldering coal in my fist. I wondered what would come first. It would simply burn out or burn a whole through my flesh. At this point I must make this clear. There was yet a third level to the grief. I felt I was being delusional. Indulgencing in private, pointless emotional suicide. I was trying to kill my feelings while entire world out there had real problems. Serious tangible sorrows and pains that dwarfed my perceived issues and again I was ashamed at my transparent mini-drama I was perpetrating upon myself. Shutting it all down inside myself switch by switch. My mothers situation for example certainly could be taken into account. She had lost her husband and life companion of over fifty years and now at an advanced age herself had to deal with his absence on daily basis in the family home they shared practically their entire adult lives. Ive provided a unique perspective into her own experience in dealing with grief in the section of this collection entitled The Edna Variations. So I did the usual self medicating prescriptions that depressed individuals do. With a vengeance. Thankfully I eventually grew bored with that. So I returned to an old friend. My oldest friend. My self- expressi
The first day of Mia's new life in Grayslake, Georgia is not going as planned. The house her grandfather left her looks ready to crumble, boxes cover every inch of the floor and there's a bear cub in her pantry. It gets worse when the cub's uncle comes by and busts out his fur and claws while on her front porch. Then it gets loads better because suddenly there's a hot hunk of badge-wearing werebear on her lawn ready to rescue her. Ty can't seem to get the curvaceous, delectable Mia to understand that, even if she is one-quarter werebear, she isn't keeping the cub. Ty is the Grayslake Itan, the clan's leader, and the little werebear is going home with him ...
Six bestselling books of werebear hotness in one bundle and at an awesome price! Read about these werebear brothers who call Grayslake home as they find their own happily ever afters. Mated to the Bear - The first day of Mia’s new life in Grayslake, Georgia is not going as planned. The house her grandfather left her looks ready to crumble, boxes cover every inch of the floor and—oh—there’s a bear cub in her pantry. Claimed by the Bear - Who needs claws when you’ve got a baseball bat? Lauren Evans sure as heck doesn’t. Hunted by the Bear - What should Trista do when faced with a hunky werebear who can’t decide if he wants to kill her or screw her? Chased by the Bear - What happens when a half-blind weremole girl falls for a scarred werebear guy? A match made in furry, dirt-caked heaven. Mostly. Seduced by the Wolf - Reid just killed her father. There’s no way Evelyn’s gonna mate him now… Dammit. Bared to the Bear - A Grayslake short story! Mia’s looking forward to a lazy Sunday afternoon with friends, family, furballs, and veggie dogs.
Filled with heart, humor, and relevance, this side-splitting picture book, Two Many Birds, by author/illustrator Cindy Derby, opens minds and entertains all at once. As birds line up to perch on a tree, a monitor shouts rules at them: No fluffin' feathers! No pooping on the ground! No nudity! Eventually, the tree fills to capactiy (100 birds), but what happens when two more are accidentally born among the branches?
What happens when a half-blind weremole girl falls for a scarred werebear guy? A match made in furry, dirt-caked heaven ... mostly. Kira Kolanowski moves to Grayslake, Georgia, with her poor excuse for a guide dog-- who lifts his leg on sexy-smelling werebear Isaac Abrams' belongings. Turns out Isaac is leaving Grayslake. The battle with the hyenas didn't just ruin his face, it ruined his chances at finding a mate in his hometown. So, he's leaving ... until a curvaceous weremole wanders into his half-packed house with that damned peeing dog of hers ...
Lauren has a protective streak a mile wide and her goal is to get her best friend out of an abusive household. If that involves a little bat-based redecorating, so be it. Grayslake police officer Van Abrams's handcuffs make Lauren tingle. Then he becomes overbearing, demanding, and commanding. Suddenly Lauren finds herself in his arms, in his bed, and mated to his werebear butt. What's up with that? His bear has decided Lauren is his mate, and Van's anti-human feelings have abandoned him.
DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "The Voyage of the Rattletrap" by Hayden Carruth. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
Bill Trevillian is as ruggedly handsome as he is bold and brave. Kip Lee is as strikingly beautiful as she is fiery and fearless. And they’ve got something in common. They’re both test pilots . . . for rival aviation companies. Put them together and, like a young Tracy and Hepburn, sparks are bound to fly. The Second World War is raging in Europe, and England and France are looking to America for a fighter plane to match up with the superior Nazi Messerschmitt. The competition between Bill and Kip is fierce, and the stakes are stratospheric. Because there’s an added element in the mix: a deadly saboteur. People say all’s fair in love and war, but when there’s Sabotage in the Sky, the flight path from heated rivalry to heated romance could lead Bill and Kip to crash and burn. “If you crave air adventure written by an airman who knows what a hot plane can do, don’t miss Sabotage in the Sky,” wrote the editor introducing the story in 1940. And Hubbard’s knowledge proved prophetic—unknown to the FBI, the German intelligence service, the Abwehr, was actively gathering intelligence about American military aircraft designs and manufacturing. The author also had personal aviation experience, earning a reputation as a daredevil pilot barnstorming across the United States, landing in farmer’s fields and skimming over the top of telephone wires—experiences he put to good use as a well-known aviation correspondent and one of the most accomplished writers of aviation adventure.
