Ten years ago, Deirdre Tombs died. When she was reborn the next day, Deirdre had become a shapeshifter who can’t shift shapes. Nobody knows what animal she’s supposed to be. She’s definitely not a werewolf. The Alpha, Rylie Gresham, can’t force her to transform like other members of her pack.
Now Deirdre is considered an omega, the weakest shapeshifter in the pack—a vulnerable position when Everton Stark demands tribute from Rylie. He wants to be the dominant Alpha. The only Alpha. And he plans to make her pack submit whether they want to or not. Stark can make every shapeshifter obey him by force of will alone.
Every shapeshifter except Deirdre.
The shifter who can’t shift is the only hope for Rylie to win the war against Stark. It will take everything Deirdre has to survive undercover in his den. But can an omega’s will be stronger than that of a charismatic, deadly Alpha like Everton Stark?
You would think that writing about myself shouldn’t feel awkward after producing a few books, but it is.
I’m an Air Force brat who was born in the midwest, lived overseas for a few years, and came back to the United States to settle down in beautiful, barren Nevada. I’ve known that I wanted to be a writer for almost my entire life, after I finally gave up on becoming a velociraptor. I wrote my very first book when I was twelve-ish.
When I’m not writing–which is seldom–I’m nose-deep in geek culture. I am insane about movies. My favorite part is arguing about them, because whatever opinion you have is definitely not as good as mine. I’m also a big dork for video games. My Steam library is a force to be reckoned with, and my favorite game of the week is Prison Architect.
Other hobbies include tickling my son until he passes out from giggling, cuddling my army of black kitties, and eating the delicious Italian food my husband’s restaurant makes. I’m also a strict meatarian and consume bacon for two meals every day. Also, I primarily work at two miles per hour whilst walking on my treadmill desk.