Be Were

Dean had a family once. Until tragedy and betrayal consumed them. Now he lives on his own terms keeping life simple and carefree. Then one night leads to one bite and he’s forced back into a dangerous world that reminds him he’s still as angry as ever and this time he’s not leaving until he gets what he wants. Niki.

Niki Harris has lived a life of secrets and solitude with no interest in making a change. But an easy one night stand turns complicated and she finds herself marked. Now she has to decide, tell the sexy shifter with a possessive streak a mile wide she’s pregnant and in danger or do what she’s always done–run.

Be Were is the continued story of Dean and Niki from the free story, White Cougar Christmas. (If you have not read WCC, no worries. It is included as the first chapter of Be Were)



“This book can be read totally and completely as a stand alone book but why would you even want to? There is so much complexity wrapped into this book. I am totally enjoying everything Ms Gayle writes.. Make sure you check her out and be Were!” ~ Tea and Book

Behind the Book with Eliza

Be Were started out as a simple short story that I wanted to give readers called, White Cougar Christmas. But something about Dean and Niki struck a chord with readers and so many emailed me asking repeatedly for more on them. Finally in 2013 the stars aligned and I was able to write Bad Kitty which had to be written in the timeline before I could finally finish Dean and Niki’s story. I’m excited at the turn this series is taking and having a lot of fun writing it.

Publisher: Gypsy Ink Books

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An Excerpt From: BE WERE

Copyright © Eliza Gayle, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Gypsy Ink Books

“I’ve been waiting a long time to see you again,” he said.

Her mouth opened and closed as if she had planned to say something and changed her mind.

“Are you feeling okay? Did they hurt you?”

“I thought you promised we could wait until tomorrow to discuss the kidnapping? I need to take a breath before we deal with that mess.”

Her eyes sparked with her irritation and he found himself mesmerized by the ice blue gaze focused on him. The beast inside him was on edge. If he couldn’t fight then that left only one other thing.


“You’re right. Talking is overrated.” He leaned forward and brushed his fingers across her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear. Fascinated, he watched the gamut of emotions cross over her face at every touch. “I’d rather do this.”

Dean brushed his lips across her jaw while alternating between kisses and tiny nips of her skin.

This isn’t a good idea,” she whispered. But her tone told him she didn’t believe a word she said.

He couldn’t think of a better idea he’d had in his whole life. He clutched her closer and lowered closer to her mouth.

“No.” She jumped out of his grasp. “If we do this it’s just going to make everything harder.”

“How in the world will it do that?”

“We’re both on edge after what happened. You think I don’t get the need to fight or fuck? That’s all this is. We really need to talk before we let this go any further and I’m too confused to think straight let alone have a serious conversation.” She dropped into the nearby chair and hung her head into her hands.

Dean hated the sag in her shoulders and the look of defeat on her face. She tried to hide it from him. But she was out of her mind if she thought all she meant to him right now was a woman to fuck. Of course his brain had gone there. The only memory he had of her had been one over the top incredible night that rocked his world.

He lowered his voice and knelt down in front of her so that his face was even with hers. “Yes, today was horrific and we’re both feeling the after affects. But like it or not, we need each other now more than ever, babe.”

“You don’t even know me. How can you need someone you don’t know?”

“I know what I need to for now. You’re brave, you’re feisty, you spend a lot of time alone. You’re torn between what you want and what you think you should do, and you make my dick really, really hard.