(Shifters, book 1)
Immediately after finishing this novel, I found myself complaining plaintively about the book to my reading buddy, Kat Zantow. It was just like Kelley Armstrong’s Bitten, I said. Our (super-rare) female were-something heroine builds a normal life for herself and gets a human boyfriend to escape her smothering were-family. Then shit starts going down, which, I took great pains to point out, usually take the form of serial kidnappings and murders of female were’s, and she’s forced back into her old world and into the arms of her superhawt ex.
“Wait, wait,” said my long-suffering friend. “Isn’t this like the plot of every werewolf paranormal/urban fantasy ever?”
“And didn’t it say something of the sort on the back blurb?”
I looked at the book blurb:
“There are only eight breeding female werecats left . . .
And I’m one of them.
I look like an all-American grad student. But I am a werecat, a shape-shifter, and I live in two worlds.
Despite reservations from my family and my Pride, I escaped the pressure to continue my species and carved out a normal life for myself. Until the night a Stray attacked.
I’d been warned about Strays — werecats without a Pride, constantly on the lookout for someone like me: attractive, female, and fertile. I fought him off, but then learned two of my fellow tabbies had disappeared.
This brush with danger was all my Pride needed to summon me back . . . for my own protection. Yeah, right. But I’m no meek kitty. I’ll take on whatever — and whoever — I have to in order to find my friends. Watch out, Strays — ’cause I got claws, and I’m not afraid to use them . . .”
(Amazon & Goodreads description)
“Uhm…Yeah, I maybe remember reading something of the sort when I got the book,” I finally admitted.
“Uh-huh. Now what was that reading resolution again?”
I sighed. “Ye shall not judge a book for being exactly what it claims to be.”
And for what it promises to be, Stay delivers. Continue reading