Review: Love at First Roar (Grayslake #4) by Celia Kyle

by Sarah Reads - 4:00 AM

What happens when a half-blind weremole girl falls for a scarred werebear guy? A match made in furry, dirt-caked heaven. Mostly.

Weremole Kira Kolanowski has spent twenty-nine-ish years of her life half-blind and occasionally half-dead. (Her family isn’t exactly loving.) In an effort to remain fully alive, she moves to Grayslake, Georgia, with her poor excuse for a guide dog—a guide dog who decides to lift his leg and relieve himself on sexy-smelling werebear Isaac Abrams’ belongings. And when he roars…well, it makes her heart go pitter-patter and other parts go “ooh baby, ooh baby.” Just when she thinks she might have found happiness, a raving she-bitch werebear chick tries to kill her with the same poison that scarred Isaac to hell and back. The poison that Kira’s family happens to manufacture…

Isaac Abrams is leaving Grayslake. He’s tried, lord how he’s tried, to settle into life in Grayslake after the birth of his niece, but it’s not happening. He’s been home for a year, and it’s been 365 plus days of women looking past him and flat-out pretending he doesn’t exist. 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. Or he was leaving until one day a lush, curvaceous weremole wanders into his half-packed house with that damned peeing dog of hers…it’s a good thing she’s so gorgeous.

Maybe he will stay—stay and keep Kira Kolanowski all to himself. Well, once he kills everyone who’s trying to kill her.

“Hello?” A sweet feminine voice drifted to him, sliding through the quiet of his house.
Isaac jerked in surprise and banged his head on the underside of the drawer above him.

“Dammit.” He eased back, rubbing his skull the moment he was clear. The bear was quick to heal him and brush away the ache, but it couldn’t banish the owner of the voice.

“Heellloooo?” The word was drawn out into a faux howl. “I’m speaking, are you listening?”

He didn’t recognize the voice’s owner, but that didn’t mean much. He kept to himself for the most part and Ty welcomed other bears to the clan here and there. Plus the hyena’s poison hadn’t stopped at his skin. No, it’d dug deeper, stroking his mind and his memory wasn’t what it once was. A beast could only heal so much when faced with the devastating toxin, and he’d been too intent on healing—

A gasp came from the other room before a heavy thud accompanied by the tinkling of glass reached him. “Shit, that sounds expensive. You’d think you’d pay better attention, Kira.”

The scrape of shuffling steps reached him and Isaac pushed to his feet, shoving the half-filled box out of his way. It was obvious the woman wasn’t leaving, so he’d give her a reason to. One quick look at his face and then she would scamper back the way she came. He didn’t have a humped back or scarring like the Phantom of the Opera, but it repulsed the women in his clan, so it would get this stranger to run, too.

He retraced his earlier path, passing the corner where the wallpaper peeled and the spot where it’d faded until pure white. He would have hunted new paper, one original to the age of the house, and redone the smooth surface. The old girl deserved a face-lift.

Instead…

Another tumbling crash reached him and he growled, the bear along with him. He didn’t have a lot of expensive belongings, but—cheap or not—they were his, dammit. The least the stranger could do was keep her house-trashing hands to herself.

Isaac rounded the last corner, striding into the entryway. He passed the open front door and headed into the living room, more smashes reaching out to him.

“Dammit. Shit. Oh, that one was really expensive,” she muttered. “I am the biggest ass known to ass-dom. Just stop moving and wait. Did you learn anything from your friggin’ movers? Obviously not.”

Isaac slid to a silent stop, freezing and simply staring at the muttering woman before him. She wasn’t familiar, that much he knew. He would remember that ass, the trim waist that led to wide hips and the sleek line of her back. Deep brown curls nearly reached the top curve of her butt and… damn. Just… damn.

His bear had a similar reaction, perking up at the sight of this unknown female. His cock half hardened in his worn jeans, slowly easing to attention the longer he stared. She bent over, wiggling her ass as she lowered. Hand outstretched, she reached for one of the boxes that’d tumbled to the ground, only to bump her head on another. At least that one didn’t fall.

“Ouch.” She rose to her full, short, height. “Hello?” Her voice was raised once again. “It would be helpful if—”

“You stopped destroying my home.”

She squeaked and spun to face him, hands pressed to her chest. Her ample, full chest. Her breasts strained against her top, seeming ready to burst past the thin fabric.

He wouldn’t mind that. Not at all.

“Oh! There you are.”

Isaac dragged his attention from her chest, traced the slim line of her neck and finally settled his gaze on her face. Her heart shaped face with her pert nose and full lips. They were spread in a wide smile, the expression pushing away some of his annoyance.

He only wished he could see her eyes, glimpse them before she focused on his scarring and turned away. Unfortunately, dark sunglasses covered them, keeping them hidden.

She eased closer, hand outstretched, smile still in place. A sincere smile—not forced and not filled with strain. Huh.

“Hi, I’m Kira Kolanowski.” She took another two steps and promptly tripped. Her arms pin wheeled as she tipped forward. Isaac was quick to catch her and haul her close. He tried to ignore the feel of her curved body against his hard muscles. He was toned and firm, his bear keeping him fit, but she was a study in soft flesh and sweetness.

Sweetness. Yes. Blueberries and sweet cream wriggled in his arms, the scents embodied by Kira Kolanowski.

“Shit. You should really put all this stuff in order. I mean a half-blind someone could—”

Isaac growled. He should put his stuff in order? Gorgeous or not, she’d come into his home.

“Look, lady—”

“Kira. Or KK to some of my friends. Colon to the mean ones, but my best friend Zoey tends to straighten out those guys and now they only whisper real quiet,” she whispered, apparently attempting to mimic the “mean ones” and then she huffed. “They seem to forget I have amazing hearing and can—”

Kira—or KK—jabbered against his chest, seeming not to care that he held her so close and that his body reacted to her nearness. His cock twitched, interested in the luscious female. It filled and hardened, aching to sink into her heat.

Rating 4.5 of 5 Hearts

This book intrigued me from the moment I started reading it. Both of her leads stole my heart as they worked through their emotions and realized that the other accepted them just the way they are. And boy could they both be ferocious if someone said something about the other.

This is one of the reasons I love author Celia Kyle. She writes characters that are not perfect but are able to find love and happiness.

Kira Kolanowski “KK” is a weremole who has had an awful life and just wants to start over and hopefully be accepted into her new town. What she doesn’t realize is the brooding werebear next door is about to turn her world upside down. She knows Isaac is more than just a neighbor if she could just give him a change. But years of abuse has her guard up. I absolutely loved Kira’s personality. She was protective of her friends even when she was normally the one at a disadvantage.

Isaac Abrums is scarred on the inside as well along his skin. Every woman he comes across runs from him because they just cannot see past the physical scars. I seriously just wanted to hug and love on this gentle giant. All he wanted was to find love and happiness just like his brothers had. What he didn’t realize is that the woman is was searching for just happened to move in next door. The adorable weremole won his heart from their very first encounter.

This story is full of twist and turns while Celia Kyle lets the mystery behind Kira move to Grayslake unfold. Lord I did not think Isaac could get any more protective but I was wrong. He loves Kira more than anything and will die to protect his girl.

I absolutely love the humor and fun this story was also filled with. Kira loved to give her werebear a hard time.

Not only are Celia Kyle's leads full of personality but she also fills each book with fun supporting characters. You cannot read one of her books and not love a dozen or so characters.

Plus who doesn’t like superhot Alphas and werebears?! I mean come on!

Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances for readers who:

1) Like super hunky heroes (they generally get furry)

2) Dig beautiful women (who have a few more curves than the average lady)

3) Love laughing in (and out of) bed.

It goes without saying that there's always a happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few road bumps along the way.

Today she lives in central Florida and writes full-time with the support of her loving husband and two finicky cats.

Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.