The Better To Bite (A Young Adult Paranormal Romance)
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Description
Don’t go into the woods.
Sixteen-year-old Anna Lambert knows that the woods near her new home aren’t safe. She’s seen the wolves that stalk through that dark forest, but Anna doesn’t scare easily.
Anna is cursed–or gifted, depending on how you look at it–with the ability to find anyone or anything that is lost. So when folks start disappearing in the small town of Haven, Anna’s father, the sheriff, has to use her special skills as they begin to hunt for a killer.
But the killer isn’t exactly human. As Anna is pulled deeper into the secrets of Haven–a town that is truly cursed–she finds herself falling for two, equally mysterious boys. With the danger closing in, one of those boys may just turn out to be her savior. And the other? He could be a very big, very bad…beast.
Beware of beasts…and boys…with bite.
Author’s Note: THE BETTER TO BITE is a young adult paranormal romance containing 64,000 words. The story contains werewolves, murders, and a teen on the hunt for one seriously bloodthirsty killer.
Excerpt
Unedited excerpt from THE BETTER TO BITE
Sometimes you know you’re dreaming, but there’s nothing you can do to escape the dream, no matter how hard you try.
You just can’t wake up.
I knew I was dreaming. I mean, why else would I be walking barefoot through the woods? The darkness surrounded me even as stars glittered above me.
I could hear crickets. Bugs. And…howls.
Fear pumped through me, and I called out, but no one answered me.
Then I saw the wolf. The same black wolf that had sliced me before. It stood on a fallen tree. Its jaws were open, showing its razor sharp teeth, and its glowing, yellow eyes were locked on me.
I turned and ran. The wolf snarled and chased behind me. I screamed, but no one came to help me.
No one.
I tripped and fell…fell into a pile of stark white bones. A skull stared back at me.
The wolf sank its teeth into my leg. I twisted, shifting desperately around to try and fight the wolf.
Its teeth dug deeper.
“Rafe!” His was the name I screamed in my dream.
Then he was there. Standing behind the wolf. Staring down at me.
“Help me!” He couldn’t just stand there…
Just a dream.
But he shook his head. “I told you not to go back into the woods. Now it’s too late.” He turned away from me.
I shoved against the wolf, but the beast snarled and came right at my throat.
“No!”
My yell broke from me as a whisper, but that small sound was finally enough to push back the nightmare. I woke up, soaked in sweat, with my heart racing far too fast.
My arm throbbed. I turned on my lamp with trembling fingers, and I yanked away the bandage that covered the claw marks.
No more blood. Just raised, angry red flesh.
In my mind, I could still see the wolf’s eyes.
I didn’t go back to sleep for a very, very long time.
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