"Un-freakin-believable!!" and "This is truly one of the best YA Paranormal novels that I have ever read..." — CafeOfDreamsBookReviews
"I just can't say enough how much I loved this book!"— InJuliesOpinion.blogspot
"A fast-paced, intriguing start to the Shapes of Autumn series, My Wolf's Bane is an awesome read." — Susan Hatler, International bestselling author
NOTE FROM THE PUBLISHER: As with any Veronica Blade book, this is a ROMANCE NOVEL, meaning it's romance FIRST and everything else is secondary. Rated PG-13 for sexual situations and mild profanity.
Different species. Mortal enemies. It'll never work, but they'll die trying.
Autumn Rossi thought she was a normal teenager. Suddenly, she can outrun every critter in the forest, making her wonder if she's even human.
When the new guy at school, Zack de Luca, witnesses a questionable scene, he unfairly pins her as stuck-up. He acts like he hates her, yet he keeps bailing her out of trouble. Not only is Zack both insufferable and irresistible, he seems to sniff her anytime he gets close.
As passion flares between them, Autumn isn't sure which is more dangerous: her psycho ex-boyfriend, or falling for Zack — who's risking his life just by being near her.
The smell of unwashed wolf closed in on me, fur tickling my skin and fetid breath in my face. I trembled, hot tears burning my eyes. The wolf snarled and I scrambled back as he leapt toward me.
"Autumn. Autumn, wake up." Zack pulled me off the pillow by my shoulders.
I lifted my head and rubbed my eyes, trying to wipe away the mental fuzz. But I was aware enough to notice my comforter wasn't anywhere near us, certainly not separating me from him. I must have kicked it off during my nightmare.
"Are you okay?" Zack was sitting directly in front of me, his thighs straddling mine, heat from his bare skin radiating through me.
He exhaled in relief and leaned back to sit on his heels. "Heard you scream and I ran up here. Been calling your name over and over, but you wouldn't wake up. Scared me for a minute there."
I'd been having that same dream where I was being chased. "I was running from wolves."
He brushed a finger down my cheek. "It was just a dream."
"More like a nightmare," I whispered, my gaze locking onto his. He wore nothing but a pair of boxers. As my ragged breath slowed, I realized the only other thing between us was my threadbare tank top and skimpy panties.
"Autumn." His breathing quickened and he growled so low it sounded like a purr. Then he tilted my face to meet his and drew closer until I felt his breath on my skin. "You're too beautiful."