You're Lion: Ridgeville

By Celia Kyle

Newly turned lioness Maya Josephs is  so  not good at being the prima of the Ridgeville pride. She doesn't give a damn about protocol or hierarchy, and the last thing she wants to do is play nice with the pretentious tigress shifter leader who's come to pay her respects. Especially since the little bitch seems entirely too grabby with her mate, Alex, for Maya's taste.

 

With new pregnancy hormones making her inner kitty extra bitchy, Maya's not sure who she's going to murder first: her gyno for discovering the pregnancy, her guards for following her every move (and annoying the living shit out of her), or the striped beyotch cooing over Alex. Screw it. She'll start with the tigress and work her way around to the other two.

 

Lucky for everyone involved, it's a good thing Alex knows how to tame her inner she-cat…and make her purr.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Summerhouse Publishing
• Release date: Mar 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215265864

Celia Kyle

Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author 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.

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You’re Lion

YOU’RE LION

RIDGEVILLE

CELIA KYLE

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You’re Lion

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Newly turned lioness Maya Josephs is  so  not good at being the prima of the Ridgeville pride. She doesn’t give a damn about protocol or hierarchy, and the last thing she wants to do is play nice with the pretentious tigress shifter leader who’s come to pay her respects. Especially since the little bitch seems entirely too grabby with her mate, Alex, for Maya’s taste.

With new pregnancy hormones making her inner kitty extra bitchy, Maya’s not sure who she’s going to murder first: her gyno for discovering the pregnancy, her guards for following her every move (and annoying the living shit out of her), or the striped beyotch cooing over Alex. Screw it. She’ll start with the tigress and work her way around to the other two.

Lucky for everyone involved, it’s a good thing Alex knows how to tame her inner she-cat…and make her purr.

YOU’RE LION

God save Maya from every overprotective, pigheaded, butt sniffing, meddling men—even if they were lions.

Argh.

What could be the source of her frustration? Perhaps it had something to do with the five—count ‘em, five—werelions guarding her, while she waited her turn at the gyno’s office. To make things that much more unbearable, each one of ‘em looked ready to pounce on and destroy anyone or anything that came within a few feet of her. Great. Just the sorta thing that these pregnant woman needed in their already difficult lives. Surely, she thought.

The door on the other side of the room opened and a familiar woman poked her head out. Maya immediately recognized her as one of the nurses, and breathed a huge thank-fucking-god sigh of relief when she heard her name called.

Maya Josephs?

Her quintet of guard dogs responded in unison. It’s O’Connell.

Maya rolled her eyes, unable—or maybe unwilling—to stop the growl that roared from her chest. She gave her inner furball lioness bitch a mental high five for that sound of hostility. She’d be damned if she took her mate’s name just yet. Both sides of her—human and she-cat alike—were pretty pissed about the lack of something sparkly on the ring finger of her left hand. It’d been months since their mating—which he’d done on the sly by the way, thankyouverymuch, and Maya was still without the customary ring she could flash to all of her non-furry friends. The other shifters had congratulated her on their mating, but her human friends were left to wonder when she and Alex would be getting hitched.

Maya was still having the whole last name argument with the entire effing pride it seemed. And, as far as she was concerned, until she and Alex said their I dos, she was gonna cling to Josephs like she was a starving Spider Monkey that held the last banana in the freakin’ jungle.

Um, Miss Josephs? The nurse raised her brows and Maya hopped to her feet, before the Fearsome Fivesome, as she jokingly named them, could interject (again), and practically ran toward the door.

Of course, the idjits just couldn’t let her go get her hoo-ha examined alone. Nope, they all charged after her, no doubt scaring the poor nurse silly, since the woman suddenly bolted from the doorway the moment Maya reached for the knob. Before stepping into the gyno office’s inner domain, she turned and faced her unneeded—and unwanted—werelion guards (because, really? Who in the hell was going to come after little ol’ her, especially at the doctor’s office? ) and glared at