And since Alpha got a 4.5 star rating from RT Magazine today, I'm not as nervous as I thought I'd be just one month from the shelf date. Other people/reviewers may hate the book later, but there is no Alpha-hate today. Today there is only Alpha-joy.- open to international contestants
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AND... If the number of valid entries reaches 550, I will draw a second name, and that winner will receive a signed copy of every single Shifters book. That's Stray, Rogue, Pride, Prey, Shift, and Alpha, all signed. So spread the word!
UPDATE! 551 entries in just over 19 hours! You guys are awesome!!! So it's official. A second winner will win a complete set of signed Shifters books.
But there's still two days to enter. I'm not gonna hold my breath on this one, but if we reach 800 valid entries (WAY more than I've ever had before) I will draw a 3rd name, and that winner will receive a signed copy of Alpha and an Alpha t-shirt.
I believe the title, Il Graffio della pantera, translates as something like "The Scratch of the Panther." (Many thanks to all the Twitter followers who helped me out with that this morning!)





"[...] I don’t want to relax. I want to stay pissed off, so I can finish putting this thing together with a clear head.”
His frown deepened and he crossed dirty arms over the front of his dress shirt. “Anger gives you a clear head?”
I nodded. “It gives me clarity like twisting the focus knobs on a microscope.”
Marc blinked, and for an instant, I read confusion in his eyes. Or maybe something darker. The hair rose on the back of my neck, though I couldn’t have said precisely why.
“I take it that doesn’t work for you?”
He shook his head. “Anger makes me see red, and I lose all perspective. You may recall past fits of irrationality, followed by an excess of broken stuff.”
"Yeah.” I frowned up at him. “That’s kind of what we’re going for, with Malone and Dean.” And anyone who gets in the way.
If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up


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Yes! The mug DOES change colors when your coffee gets cold!“Run!” I gasped. “It’s right behind me.”
“I don’t hear any…”
When he didn’t move, I let myself collide with him, collapsing into his
arms like beauty running from the beast. That way he was too busy holding me up
to go for his gun. But I wasn’t. When he stood me up, I grabbed the 9 mm from
his waistband—my third capture in half an hour. Not bad for a girl,
huh?
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand
Cause I'm just a girl, little 'ol me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb





YOU WANT MY SOUL AND MY BOYFRIEND?
Trying to work things out with Nash—her maybe boyfriend—is hard enough for Kaylee Cavanaugh. She can’t just pretend nothing happened. But “complicated” doesn’t even begin to describe their relationship when his ex-girlfriend transfers to their school, determined to take Nash back.
See, Sabine isn’t just an ordinary girl. She’s a mara, the living personification of a nightmare. She can read people’s fears—and craft them into nightmares while her victims sleep. Feeding from human fear is how she survives.
And Sabine isn’t above scaring Kaylee and the entire school to death to get whatever—and whoever—she wants.
I DON’T THINK SO.
Pain bit into my left rear thigh, and I inhaled the scent of my own blood. I swiped blindly and ripped through more flesh. Fresh pain tore through me as teeth sank into my right foreleg. I snapped my own muzzle around the back of the tom’s neck and tasted more blood.
I clenched my jaw as hard as I could. His neck broke with a crunch I felt in my own bones. His teeth fell away from my leg. He went limp beneath me.
Beaten why for
Can't take much more
Push me again
This is the end
Here we go...Here we go...Here we go
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor