Cassie’s Safety: A Young Adult Werewolf Romance
R.C. Slone
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(YoungMoon Press, Dec. 6, 2012)
Cassie’s Safety: A Young Adult Werewolf RomanceFitz the werewolf keeps his distance as he follows Cassie and her friend Lissa home to make sure the two renegade wolves don’t attempt to attack her again. His body still hurts from the partial transformation, and he tries his best to deal with pain and the growing weariness. Snort does his best to help, but how can he hope to keep Cassie safe? His parents are dead. He never got werewolf training or anything like that. How is he supposed to do anything, much less keep someone who believes werewolves are fiction safe? One thing is certain though: He just can’t let anything happen to Cassie. He can’t.CASSIE’S SAFETY is episode three in the new young adult paranormal romance series, FITZ AND THE PACK. It continues the story that began in DREAMING OF CASSIE and CASSIE CORNERED. Fitz Crawford, a typical teen, struggles to keep some sense of normalcy in his life as he goes to school, hangs out with his best friend, deals with normal teen crushes, and tries desperately to keep from turning into a mad, ravenous killing machine every time his heartbeat gets faster than a crawl. Here is a preview:He leaned back against the white gazebo post, staring at Cassie’s front door. Hers was a simple house, two stories, cracker box style, but well-kept and classy. There was already a pumpkin on the porch steps, but it wasn’t lit and upstairs, in Cassie’s bedroom, little orange lights blinked around her windows. He watched her shadow flit back and forth, pacing, the other lights in the house dark.Were her parents already asleep? There was no car in the drive, so… maybe her Dad was a traveling salesman or something. Or maybe her Mom was. The rain came down, his legs cooled off and Fitz must have dozed off for a moment or two because suddenly there was Snort, snack cake wrappers crackling and the ice in a 64-ounce cup of soda sloshing around.“This should get you back up to speed,” he said, handing over a bag full of junk food and the giant soda. Fitz immediately sucked on the straw, draining a quarter of the sweet soda before gasping for breath. “Thanks, Snort, I owe you.” He returned to the soda, the sugar filling his cells and bringing him back to life. “You keep saying that,” Snort joked, snatching a single candy bar for himself, “but I don’t see any payoff yet.”Fitz choked down a laugh, putting down the soda and grabbing a chocolate frosted cupcake and downing it in two bites. There were three more in the bag and he ate them all, one after the other, chasing them down with soda, sweet soda, until the cup was dry and he slumped back against the gazebo railing, eyelids fluttering with the sweet sugar rush.“You think I put back all the calories I burned?” Fitz asked, voice no longer so hoarse and husky.“And then some,” Snort snorted around the last bite of his candy bar.