Jazzy Cannis was born with the ability to shift into wolf form; her sister does not have that ability. They might be twins but they are very different and very close. At a Halloween party Jazzy meets her sister's co-worker Dr. Chase Holliday and falls head over heels. Then she finds this veterinarian's research is to eradicate the gene that allows shifters to shift. Jazzy loves her ability and doesn't want to lose it but the Doc is hot. What can she do? Should she throw herself at him and say MAKE ME HOWL. Or should she do the smart thing and run.
Chase Holliday's research is important to him but one look at the gorgeous, sexy Jazzy has other thoughts racing in his head. Even after finding out her ability to shift he's hooked, but the Doc has a problem. He can never let himself lose control ... it was ingrained in him from birth ... to always be in control in any situation. Jazzy makes him want to let lose. Secrets make for a lot of misunderstandings and a lot of heartbreak. Can any of this be fixed before it's too late?
MAKE ME HOWL is an intriguing, humor filled paranormal romance. Jazzy and Doc are an interesting match that shouldn't work but some how they do with a few misunderstandings and screw-up or two. I enjoyed the fun and different feel to this storyline. That said, I did find myself on occasion going back through pages to try to figure out a particular situation because I was a little lost and at other times flipping through too much detail on shoes, clothes and makeup that didn't interest me and seemed to be just filling pages. It was my interest in seeing what happened to the mismatched couple that kept me reading. MAKE ME HOWL is different in a number of ways and if you can overlook a little bit too much information or sometimes not enough of the needed context of the book it is a good read.
When Chase Holliday's gaze first met mine, something tingled
on my end. He was hot. Dark blue eyes, a square jaw, hair
that was just a little too long, and he had this way of
focusing that made me wonder if I should attack or run.
And I never run.
Together we'd make a pair anyone would sit up and notice. At
least that's what I thought before I learned that he planned
to wipe werewolves from the face of the planet. And since I
was born with an active werewolf gene, well, let's just say
our twain could never meet. Then a Blood Moon occurred while
I was in heat and all my hard earned control went slamming
out the window with me right behind it. That's when I
learned that, like wolves in nature, werewolves mate for life.
I'm in deep trouble.
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