Carla hated blind dates. Hard enough just living in the city and trying to fit in with a bunch of regular people who didn't know she was a werewolf. Why didn't everyone believe her when she told them she liked being single? No attachments? No commitments? No one to accidentally disembowel when the moon was at its fullest and she wolfed out during a particularly vivid dream? This particular blind date, though, might be too good to be true. Right up until the lights go out, and everything goes to hell. "One of the best writers I've come across in years." Kristine Kathryn Rusch
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