Wolf-Run
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By: Linda Palmer | Other books by Linda Palmer Categories: Mainstream Romance, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Young Adult Word Count: 44,500 Heat Level: SWEET Published By: Wild Horse Press
Cassidy Norris has no choice but to believe in love at first sight when she meets Brody Anderson. But there's more to Brody than meets the eye, and he tries to keep his distance from Cassidy. When she's kidnapped, he does everything he can to find her. But he didn't count on feeling something for her ... 0 Ratings
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 Wolf-Run
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Rocket Price: $5.99Cover Art by Linda Palmer |
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Excerpte minute I graduated from W.L. Samuels Academy in May, I ditched the role of nerdy girl-next-door to play confident woman of the world. That was the plan, anyway. Two months later, nothing had changed except my wardrobe and my living quarters. My wardrobe changed because a nice sales clerk had taken me under her wing. The living quarters, because my parents had just built a guesthouse for me so I'd keep an eye on things instead of getting an apartment of my own. Nevertheless, I hadn't given up trying to be different, the reason I volunteered at the Adult Education Center in the first place. Wallflower me would never have done such a thing; new me embraced the opportunity to help people trying to better themselves. Yeah, right. My cowardly heart banged painfully in my chest the first night of class, which made mixing and mingling pure torture. So when I finally found the nerve to approach one of the seated students—a guy at that!—I gave his bitter-chocolate eyes full credit. "Hello," I said, politely offering him a handshake. "Cassidy Norris." Those gorgeous eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he took, shook and quickly released my hand. "Brody." Interesting. To give my knocking knees a break, I settled into one of the folding metal chairs across the table from him. "So...what's your story?" I asked, nervously playing with the fashion scarf knotted loosely around my neck. Brody looked too young to be legally free of high school, but why else enroll in a GED prep class. "Don't have one." "Oh come on. Everybody's got a story." I smiled and leaned forward. He leaned back just as much. "Not me. Um, aren't you a little young to be in an adult Ed class?" "I'll trade you my age for your story." "No deal." "Okay, how about this... " I thought for a second. "My age and my story for your story?" "What makes you think I even want to hear it?" "Anyone would." That was a lie, something rare for me. "It's very interesting." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." He shook his head. "Nope." So much for flirting… how did other girls do it? "I know...my age for your last name." "Anderson." "Eighteen." "No freakin' way." "Excuse me?" "No. Freakin'. Way! You can't be more than fifteen."I glared at him. "For your information, I never lie. Never!" Well, not that much, anyway. Frustrated, I waited for him to say something else. He didn't, which meant I was only kidding myself. Once a dweeb, always a dweeb, right? I was never going to rise above it. I started to give up and get up, but for some reason gave it one last shot, instead. "Why don't we make this easy? What will it take for you to talk?" It was his turn to think, and he took his sweet time doing it. "Pizza... You and me - after class. If you're really not jail bait, that is." Whoa! I had not seen that coming. My heart rate kicked up a notch, which made it hard to think. Was I brave enough to follow through? Before I could decide, Jean Potter, the instructor, cleared her throat very deliberately. |
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