Mark of the Moon
by Beth Dranoff
I’m Dana Markovitz. And my world is shifting.
My experience with the paranormal community was a good one, pouring shots in the creature-friendly pit stop where I tend bar. Until last night.
Worst. Date. Ever.
A hookup with a vampire ended in a scratch from a jealous were-cat. Surprise! I caught a cat-shifting virus. I should be immune. Or so I’ve always been led to believe.
For some reason the infection has riled a demon underworld that apparently knows more about my secret past than I do. They aren’t thrilled with me. In fact, they want me dead.
At least I have one normal male on my side. Relatively normal. I think he’s on my side.
Tell you one thing. There’s no way I’m being put down like a feral stray. I may not know who to trust, but I’ll be damned if I’m not fighting back. Hell, my claws are already starting to show.
My experience with the paranormal community was a good one, pouring shots in the creature-friendly pit stop where I tend bar. Until last night.
Worst. Date. Ever.
A hookup with a vampire ended in a scratch from a jealous were-cat. Surprise! I caught a cat-shifting virus. I should be immune. Or so I’ve always been led to believe.
For some reason the infection has riled a demon underworld that apparently knows more about my secret past than I do. They aren’t thrilled with me. In fact, they want me dead.
At least I have one normal male on my side. Relatively normal. I think he’s on my side.
Tell you one thing. There’s no way I’m being put down like a feral stray. I may not know who to trust, but I’ll be damned if I’m not fighting back. Hell, my claws are already starting to show.