Kerrelyn Sparks - Wild About You

To the best critique partners an author could wish for

MJ, Sandy, and Vicky.

For thirteen books now, you have watched my back

and helped me do my best.

Many thanks for your friendship, patience, and loyalty.

I have to confesssome books are easier to write than others, and Howards book was a real bear. For those who helped me survive my journey into the were-bear culture, I owe many thanks. First, there were my critique partners: MJ Selle, Sandy Weider, and Vicky Yelton. A special thanks to Sandys husband, Paul, who came up with the name for the seriesLove at Stakeand spent many hours tutoring my daughter in chemistry.

Thanks also to Jimmy Franklin, good friend and super realtor, who helped us move and sell a house while Howards book was being written and produced. Jimmy, I hope you enjoy having a young were-bear named after you.

As always, I owe a big thank you to my husband, who is always encouraging and supportive, and even makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches when Im in deadline hell. Thanks also to my son, Jonathan, who reads galleys with an eagle eye and spots typos at the last minute.

And there are so many at HarperCollins who work tirelessly to help my books succeed. To my editor, Erika Tsang, and her assistant, Chelsey: thank you for your patience and wise advice. To Pam and Jessie and the Publicity Department: thank you for arranging fabulous events and book tours. To Tom and the Art Department: thank you for the beautiful covers! And then there are others in sales and marketingmany thanks to you all!

Finally, my heartfelt gratitude to all my readers around the world. Without you, my Undead friends would have died years ago. Many thanks for your support!

In the dim light of a cloud-shrouded moon, Shanna Draganesti cast a forlorn look at the flower beds shed once tended with care. Theyd become choked with weeds since her death.

To be honest, gardening had ranked low on her list of priorities for the past three months. Shed had bigger things to fret about, such as adjusting to a steady diet of blood when six years ago she would have fainted at the sight of it, and dealing with an increased amount of psychic power that made it too easy to hear peoples thoughts whether she wanted to or not.

Practically overnight, shed been expected to master all the vampire skills. Levitation? Downright scary to look down and see nothing beneath her feet. With no way to ground herself, she kept tipping over. Mental note: never wear a skirt to levitation practice.

And what about teleportation? She was terrified shed materialize halfway into a tree or a rock. And why the heck couldnt she materialize ten pounds lighter? Her scientific genius of a husband couldnt answer that one. Roman had laughed, under the impression that she was kidding.

Then there were the fangs. They tended to pop out at inopportune times. Thankfully she couldnt see her scary new canine teeth in a mirror. Unfortunately she couldnt see herself, either. Shed nearly dropped her three-year-old daughter on the floor the first time shed seen Sofia floating in a mirror, held by an invisible mother.

And that was the most difficult part of being a vampire. She was no longer the same mother shed been before. Every scraped knee or bruised feeling her children experienced in daylight hours would be soothed away by someone else. Because during the day, she was dead.

Shed never fully appreciated what the other Vamps went through each day at sunrise. Death-sleep was easy enough, since you just lay there like a lump, but getting there was the pits. She had to die. Over and over, as the sun broke over the horizon, she experienced a burst of pain and a terrifying moment of panic. Roman assured her it would get easier in time when she learned to relax, but how could she remain calm when she was dying? What if she never woke again? What if she never saw her children or her husband again?

There was no comforting light in the distance, reaching out to her with the promise of a happy afterlife. There was only a black hole of nothingness. According to Roman, that was the way it was for vampires. As a former medieval monk, he had interpreted the darkness as one more indication that he was cursed and his soul forever lost.

He now believed differently. When hed fallen in love with her, hed accepted that as a blessing from above and a sign that he wasnt entirely abandoned. And then dear Father Andrew, may he rest in peace, had convinced the rest of the Vamps that they had not been rejected by their Creator. There was a purpose to everything under heaven, Father Andrew claimed, and that included the good Vamps. They were the only ones with the necessary skills for defeating bad vampires and shifters. The good Vamps protected the innocent, so they served an important purpose in the modern world.

Mental note: remind yourself every night that youre one of the good guys. It should make that glass of synthetic blood easier to swallow.

Come on, Mom! Constantine ran ahead of her and charged up the steps to the front porch.

Not to be outdone by her older brother, Sofia clambered up the steps, too.

I dont have to wait for Mom to unlock the door, Tino boasted. I could teleport inside.

Sofia scowled at him, then turned to Shanna. Mom, hes bragging again.

She gave Tino a pointed look. How many times had she warned him to be mindful of his little sisters feelings? So far, Sofia had not displayed the ability to teleport, and she was growing increasingly sensitive about it.

There, now. Shannas mother, Darlene, gave Sofia a hug. Everyone has their own special gifts.

Sofia nodded, smiling sweetly at her grandmother. I can hear things that Tino cant.

Mom, shes bragging again, Tino said in a high-pitched voice to mimic his little sister.

With a snort, Shanna carried her childrens empty suitcases up the steps to the front door. In spite of the recent upheaval in her personal life, her kids continued to behave normally. Like the weeds, they seemed capable of thriving in any environment.

Nice porch. Darlene looked around. It needs to be swept, though. And youll need to get the yard tidied up before you post a For Sale sign.

I know. Shanna set the small suitcases down so she could unlock the door. This was the first time her mother was seeing their home in White Plains, New York. And maybe the last.

Since Shannas transformation, theyd all lived at Dragon Nest Academy, the school shed started for special children, mostly shifters or hybrids like Tino and Sofia. Roman had claimed shed sleep easier, knowing their children were well supervised during the day.

He was secretly worried that she wasnt happy, that she wasnt adjusting. And deep inside, he was afraid that she blamed him for transforming her and separating her from her children. He never said it, but she could read it in his thoughts. And sense it whenever they made love. There was a desperation in his kisses and an extra tenderness to his touch, as if he hoped to eradicate her fears and heal her sadness with the sheer force of his passion.

She blinked away tears as she opened the front door. Poor Roman. She should reassure him that she was fine, even if it was a lie.

She wheeled the two suitcases into the foyer that was already well lit. The porch light and a few lights in the house switched on each evening thanks to an automatic timer so the house would appear inhabited. Come on in.

Oh my, Shanna! Darlene looked around, her eyes sparkling. What a lovely home.

Shanna smiled sadly. Thank you. Shed procrastinated for three months before accepting the inevitable. They had to move. No matter how much she loved this house, it no longer worked, not with her and Roman both dead all day.