~~~ BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY~~~ Alpha Bear by Bianca D'Arc

Alpha Bear Synopsis:
A man with a plan…

John is the Alpha bear of Grizzly Cove, a town built to his own design, made up mostly of bear shifters. He brought them all together, so it’s on him when the community comes under attack.

A woman of power…

Ursula is more than she appears, and when her secret comes out, she’s afraid the shifters aren’t going to take it well, but John surprises her. He needs her help to combat the evil targeting the town, but there seems to be more to their relationship.

A battle to the death…

When evil attacks from the ocean, can John afford not to utilize Urse’s skills to protect the town and people in it? Better still, can John reconcile his inner bear’s demand that she is his mate, with his lifelong dream of leading his people into a new way of living—in a town built just for them? Or will he have to give up Grizzly Cove in order to keep the woman he loves?
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She could easily die tomorrow, or be gravely injured. She could burn out magically. She could burn out her brain. There were so many dire possibilities that John didn’t know about. Being a strega wasn’t like being a shifter. At least not as far as she had been able to tell. He was merged with his beast. It was part of him and had been since birth.
Her magic was something apart that she called and did her best to control and shape. She could lose control of it all too easily. She could push too far and go beyond her abilities. She could go beyond what was possible for her and into realms where she was in mortal danger of her soul all too easily. John didn’t know that—at least, she didn’t think he realized it—and she wasn’t about to tell him.
The less he knew about the danger to her right now, the better. He was too involved in protecting her, and she had the feeling he’d forbid her from doing what she must if he knew the true depth of the dangers she faced.
Yet she had to do what she could for this town and its people. The shifters who lived here were good people just looking for a peaceful existence. They wanted to be happy. The core group of men had been soldiers and had chosen this little patch of earth to settle down and try to create a life for themselves and whatever females they could find to complete their community.
Urse wanted badly to give them that chance. It was a good goal, they had. A pure one. Peace and love were two objectives she could get behind and endorse.
Maybe that made her a bit of a hippie, she thought with some amusement. She had grown up in San Francisco, after all.
She smiled to herself as John carried her into her bedroom, and then, the amusement changed to a feeling of joy that she was here, in her private sanctum, with this incredible man. She was going to reach for this moment out of time—this night of nights—where they were alone in the apartment and grab it with both hands.
She was going to grab him with both hands and hold tight ‘til morning.
John let go of her legs, letting her lower body slide down against his until she was standing in front of him, just in front of her bed. She was glad now that she’d opted for a full-size bed when setting up this room, though it would still be a bit too small for a guy of John’s height. At least it was better than the twin she’d left behind in her tiny apartment in San Francisco.
He looked downward, meeting her gaze. His eyes were molten with unspoken desires, but there was a tiny bit of reserve that told her he would leave if she gave him the least bit of indication that she didn’t want this.
But she wanted it. Oh, how she wanted it.
“You’re very tall,” she said softly, looking up at him. It was a nonsensical thing to say, but it brought a smile to his lips.
“Is that a complaint?” The gentle amusement in his growly voice told her he wasn’t at all serious.
“No. Just an observation,” she quipped. “It makes it hard to kiss you unless I do something like this.”
She stepped back and up, to stand on the edge of the bed, looking down at him from a few inches. It wasn’t much, but it gave her a taste of what it must feel like for him, so far above everyone else’s heads all the time.
She looked around, surveying her room with a comical air. “It’s kinda nice up here.”
“Even nicer down here.” He growled in a sexy way, drawing her attention. She realized what he meant as his gaze zeroed in on her breasts, now much closer to his eye level.
“Come here, you,” she whispered, cupping the nape of his neck and encouraging his head to tilt upward as hers tilted slightly down.
Yes. There it was. She captured his lips with her own and led him into a kiss that spoke of want and need and…things she didn’t dare name this early into their relationship.
After a few minutes of enjoyable friction as their tongues dueled and danced together, she stepped backward on the bed, drawing him onto it. He knelt, putting one arm around her waist and one behind her knees. He helped her come down onto the bed, his strong hands guiding her into just the position he wanted.
She ended up lying on her back while he leaned over her from the side. Looking up at him, she was fascinated by the swirling magic in his eyes. She could actually see it. She could see the bear magic that lurked within his soul. It was beautiful. Like him.
Though she was pretty sure he wouldn’t appreciate being called beautiful. Most men were touchy about a word like that. She smiled, thinking of his reaction, tracing the laugh lines around his magical eyes.
“What?” he asked, pausing in their passion as he met her gaze.
She liked that about him. He wasn’t an impatient man. In fact, he seemed to have patience like the mountains around them. Timeless. Ageless. Meaningful.
“I can see the magic swirling in your eyes,” she admitted, smiling softly. Let him make of that what he would.
“They say bears have more magic than most shifters,” he said, surprising her.
“That’s what Nonna taught us. She was proud of the bear in the family tree, even if it didn’t pass down to us.”
“As she should be,” he agreed with a mock modest face. Then he kissed her. Just light, little nibbly kisses on her face and throat. “You taste like honey, Urse.”
“Then it’s true what they say about bears liking honey?” she teased as he nibbled his way down the sensitive column of her throat.
“Oh, I don’t just like honey. I love honey.” He nipped and sucked a particularly responsive spot on her neck, down in the bend by her collarbone. Urse had to bite back a whimper.

Bianca D’Arc Bio:
Bianca D’Arc is the USA Today bestselling author of over 50 romance novels. She has twice won EPPIE Awards for her work, along with the Australian Romance Readers Favorite Erotic Romance eBook of 2008 for her first werewolf romance, Lords of the Were. She is a native New Yorker who worked as an executive on Wall Street during the summer of 2001. She changed careers after the tragic attacks of 9/11 and started seriously pursuing publication in 2005. She has a Bachelors degree in Biochemistry, a Masters in Library Science, and a Juris Doctor, but she doesn’t take herself too seriously. She loves her garden and plays the piano, ukulele and guitar.
 Website: www.biancadarc.com
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