The summary: He roams the moonlit wilderness, his every sense and instinct on high alert. Changeling wolf Connor Macleod and his Pack have never feared anything–until the night human Zoey Tyler barely escapes a rogue werewolf's vicious attack.
As the full moon approaches, Zoey has no idea of the changes that are coming, and only Connor can show her what she is, and help her master the wildness inside.
With her initiation into the Pack just days away and a terrifying predator on the loose, the tentative bonds of trust and tenderness are their only weapons against a force red in tooth, claw… and ultimate evil.
And here is Jamarleo's review:
I love the beginning of this book. It snatches you up immediately with the thrilling scene of the heroine, Zoey, fighting for her life against a supernaturally strong wolf with only a windshield wiper as a weapon. There are other scenes like this interspersed throughout the book; wonderfully eerie passages that allow you to forget about everything else going on in the real world until you neighbor’s cockapoodle gives a polite ‘arf’ and makes you jump out of your skin.
That’s a good thing, because the actual romance- a psychic and a changeling wolf falling in lusty mate-for-life-love- is not enough to hold up this book.
It’s not that you wouldn’t want to see characters like Zoey and changeling-wolf/hunky vet Connor fall in love. Why wouldn’t you? They are very nice. Oh lordy, are they ever nice. Cartoon watching, puppy birthing, helping all our fellow man/wolf nice. This is a couple that seems all but genetically engineered to live a happy life free of woe or conflict.
In real life I’m all ‘yay’ for conflict free romance. On page, it gets more than a little repetitive. With the brief exception of Zoey and Connor’s initial, um, intimacy problems ‘oh this feels so right. I will love her for- oh no! My wolf part!’ and the inevitable reveal ‘you’re a werewolf? I can’t believe that! I reject you! I…hey now, half of the town is attesting to your good guy-ness and lycanthropy. I’m all yours!’ little else went on in their story.
I’m not proud of the fact that I started cheering the incredibly awful villain of the story on, but at least some bloodshed shook the lovers out of their blanket of happy if only for a little while.