Monday, October 19, 2015

*** Review Tour & Giveaway For BEARING IT ALL Highlander's Beloved 3 By Vonnie Davis ***

Highlander's Beloved #3
Vonnie Davis
Releasing Oct 27th, 2015

Oh how I love the writings of Vonnie Davis. She has such 
a wonderful sense of humor, and it show through the
 characters she writes. My favorite is the crazy old lady 
with pink Hair, Of course I'm talking about Effie. I have 
been waiting for Ronan's story.I Oh my it was worth the 
wait. Ronan takes off for some solitude at his cabin far from
 everyone. I remember him telling Effie, he would not marry
 unless a women fell out the sky and landed on him. Well
 leave it to Effie to make just that happen. And oh when 
he opens the surprise she leaves him in his bag was
 priceless. then there is Anisa, she is exactly what Ronan
 needs. She is strong, smart and funny. When he gets out
 Effie's gift and shows her. Lets just say be prepared as 
it is (as the Scots say) Fooking hilarious. Oh and wait till
you get to the end and Are cheery greater meets Anisa, 
and has her speech, Just wow the things she says. I love 
that little girl. well enough before I ruin the book for you. 
Now just go get the book it was amazing. And I hope you
 enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this book,
 please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it
 when you do, they value your opinions too.

A Scottish hunter and a Frenchsecret agent find 
themselves on a collision course with danger—and 
irresistible desire—in Vonnie Davis’s new bear-shifting 
Highlander novel, perfect for fans of Jennifer Ashley and 
Shelly Laurenston.

In the pine-dense mountains of the Scottish Highlands, 
shape-shifter Ronan Matheson is running free when a 
desperate woman parachutes out of the sky, directly onto his 
furry, powerful chest. Instead of clawing her to death, 
Ronan’s inner bear longs to keep her safe. Once he’s back 
in human form, Ronan is amused by the mysterious beauty’s 
fearless attitude—and tempted by her expertly toned 
physique. But what could she possibly be doing in this 
isolated stretch of the Highlands?

French intelligence agent Anisa Brosseau never imagined
 she’d be on the CIA’s bad side—until she’s framed for 
treason and forced to flee in a stolen drone. Hiding out in 
a remote cabin, Anisa just needs some time to clear her 
name. What she doesn’t need is a brooding, muscle-bound 
Scot in a skimpy kilt to drive her crazy with lust. But when 
Anisa’s enemies come knocking on his door, Ronan calls on 
a secret weapon to protect his turf and the bonny lass he’s 
come to love.

To Ronan Matheson, this was home. Quiet seclusion. No meals served by the clock. No strange boarders to be gracious to in his own home. No tours through the ancient castle–turned–vacation lodge to explain the clan’s history. This was his space . . . his and his internal bear’s. Two hours away from his family’s lodge, this small cabin he’d built in the rocky, pine-dense mountains of the upper Scottish Highlands was theirs.
Arriving at the retreat was always a hurried routine to get the generator running, firewood brought in, and the supplies unloaded from his truck. He’d take a few minutes to contact his family’s lodge through an old ham radio to let them know he’d arrived safely; in this highly remote area, where there was no cell reception, this was his only reach to the outside world—and for a few weeks, he liked it this way. Then he’d strip, shift, and lumber outside so his bear could run through the trees and brush. He inhaled the mountain air as a bear, detecting every animal within hundreds of yards. Leaves and pine needles rustled; a pine marten was creating a nest for the night. Dusk would approach soon.
An almost silent, strange-shaped black aircraft zoomed low overhead, which snagged his attention. A faint whooshing sound followed. His bear stopped and tilted his head, seeking the direction of the unfamiliar noise. At first, he suspected something . . . a tree, perhaps . . . had fallen across the stream, blocking the natural flow of water and creating the strange racket but, nay. This was different and growing louder.
He stood on his hind legs to get a better view.
“Oh, shit! Oh, holy shit! Ohhh, holy blessed mother of Prada effing shit!” a strange human shrieked.
He jerked his head skyward at a person plummeting toward him, tied to a billowing red parachute.
Nay, buddy, ye take care of the intruder. Roar yer furry arse off.
The bear roared, bared his teeth, and waved his upper legs in a threatening manner.
The trespasser yanked like crazy on the ropes as if they’d swerve him in a different direction, but it didna matter. He crashed into the bear with a powerful combination of his weight and the force of his speed, his knees ramming the beast’s shoulders to the ground. The sudden impact knocked the wind out of the bear as both he and the person from the sky fought to push away the silky fabric. For a few fear-filled minutes, the two made eye contact and the dark-lashed person screamed so loudly, the bear’s chin rose and he glanced over his head at the forest behind them, searching for a quick retreat from the infernal racket.
The curvy human’s heart beat like a frightened rabbit. Both the person’s skin and hair had an odor of wild strawberries. Its arms wouldna be still as it fought to escape the bear’s hold. And its persistent high-pitched screeching made the animal’s ears ring.
Finally, the person stopped screaming. “Un ours! . . . A bear! I’ve landed on a wild and wicked bear! Holy hell, have I escaped the CIA only to become a bear’s dinner?” The person—French, if Ronan had to guess—reached between them and unclicked the belt holding the parachute apparatus before slipping his arms free, tossing more of the red silk over the bear’s head, and rolling away from the parachute.
Ronan’s bear fought to work his way from under the mountain of a soft batch of fabric and, with one eye exposed, lay still to watch his adversary scramble toward a tree and stand.
The human was a woman.
A frantic, voluptuous woman with arms that waved as she grumbled.
Mon Dieu! A bear! A freakin’ smelly, hairy bear. Survival classes never taught me proper procedure for landing from a jump with my crotch under a bear’s chin. Damn incompetent instructors. Hell, they claimed they were preparing us for anything we’d encounter.” She slipped off her backpack. “Calm down.” Both of her opened hands made a pushing down motion. “Calmez. I’ve read several survival guides. I know what to do. I can handle this. I can. My nerves are running rampant and I’m allowing them to freak me out.”
She placed her fingertips on her forehead as if trying to gather her thoughts on how to handle this unexpected scenario. “Do not run from a bear. Make yourself a large target and yell to scare the bear away. Bears are easily frightened unless it’s mating season.
“Oh, wouldn’t it be just my horrible luck to fall on a horny bear? Oh, hell and shit.” She stood on her toes, her arms outstretched and her hands poised like claws. “Roar! Growl! Snarl! Hiss! Run, you hairy bastard!” She bellowed like Colleen, Ronan’s niece, when she was throwing a tantrum.
Even with his bear at the forefront of their dual persona, Ronan turned over and laughed. Laughed like he hadna in years. Me God, what a gutsy woman. Funny and plucky at the same time. Although her crotch did smell nice. Bloody hell, he’d been over two months without a member of the weaker sex.
I think I like this one. She’s ours.
Before Ronan could tell his bear what he thought of his foolish idea, the female stomped over and poked the bear in the arse with the toe of her boot. “Are you laughing at me? What kind of bear laughs?”
Get rid of her, Brother Bear, before the Frenchwoman decides to give ye a haircut, spray ye with perfume, and puts a rhinestone collar and leash on ye to make ye her pet.
The bear stood, fought off the parachute, tossing it aside, and roared, the sound echoing off the pines and bare trees.
The small, oddly shaped airplane crashed against the steep, granite, snow-covered mountain. The loud explosion startled the bear, but not the woman. She merely gave it a salute, blew it a kiss, and bid it “Au revoir.”
To his surprise, she unzipped her jumpsuit partway and jerked a pistol from her shoulder holster. “Look, I followed the book and you had the audacity to laugh? Now, if you don’t run the hell away, I’m going to shoot your bear balls off.” Her commanding voice echoed off the pines, too. This woman was used to giving orders and having them followed.
The bear bounded for the thick brush. We’ll have to go back to the cabin and shift. She might find us again


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Vonnie Davis, who studied English at Penn State, likens 
herself to a croissant: crusty, wrinkled, flaky—and best 
served with strong coffee. After a career as a technical 
writer, she’s spending her retirement playing fairy godmother
 to her characters, giving them their happily-ever-afters. 
Six fantastic, talented kids call her “Grandma” and brighten 
her world in so many ways. She lives in Southern Virginia
 with her husband, author Calvin Davis.

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