Book Feature: Big Bad Bite by Jessie Lane

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What would it be like to live in a world where you are considered abnormal to those who are above the norm?

Jenna O’ Conner has been taught her whole life to hide from everyone. Never to let anyone to close enough to know that she would prefer a shotgun for her birthday over of a bouquet of roses. She’s been smothered by her over protective family so that no one learns what she truly is. Which is not human. Nor, is she considered the norm for the supernatural Other community that is benevolent enough to share this world with the humans.

In a desperate attempt to live her own life away from the small town she was raised in, Jenna obtains her dream job as the newest member on the Wilmington Police Department’s SWAT Team. What she didn’t predict was that she would run into trouble her first day on the job, in the form of a deadly, mouthwatering man named Adam McPhee. Who is also not human, but more like a wolf walking around in human skin. He’s determined to figure out exactly what Jenna is, which unbeknownst to him, could very well put her life in danger. He’s also determined to have her all to himself.
As if that wasn’t enough for Jenna to deal with, bad news blows into town. A group of extremist Shifters who think humans are cattle and factions of Others worldwide should stay within their own species - never to intermingle. Chaos ensues. Jenna has to find a way to shut them down, but in the process of trying to do that, discovers things about herself that even she never thought was possible.
Who said the wolf was what you had to worry about?
Welcome to the real world.

Sometime later, Amy’s cold nose nudges Jenna awake. Slightly groggy from her nap, she blindly shoves herself to four paws and goes to follow the grey-colored wolf as she leads the way back towards the cabin. The trees start to become familiar shortly before they trot back to where they’ve left their clothes piled on the ground. The only problem is that their clothes are no longer there. Amy shifts back to her human form, while Jenna circles the area looking for her things. 

In a frustrated huff, Amy yells, “Clay! Damn you, bring us back our clothes! This is not funny!”
Booming laughter comes from somewhere in the house as Amy starts muttering curses. Pushing her hair out of her face in clear frustration, she turns to look back at Jenna’s pitch black wolf form. “Come on, Jenna. You can shift back in the house once we get to my room. I’ll find what Clay did with your clothes and bring them to you. He’s a damn annoying prankster. You’d think after pulling off the same joke since we were teenagers he’d be over it already.” 

Amy stomps across the yard to the back of the house giving small frustrated whines as Jenna pads along behind her aggravated companion up the stairs and through the back door. Once inside the open and airy home, they find their clothes dumped unceremoniously in the middle of the living room floor. She picks hers up with her mouth as Amy points to the small bathroom that she can change in, off the living room and near the front door. Amy is already halfway dressed and tells Jenna that she will grab some fresh bandages by the time she reaches the door.

Entering the small half bathroom that holds only a sink and a toilet, Jenna nudges the door closed with her nose. Shifting back, she uses the hand towel hanging next to the sink to quickly clean herself off so that she is at least a little presentable to the rest of the world. Feeling fresher, she bends over to pull her clothes on only to stop short when she realizes her shirt is missing. Shit. It must still be in the living room. Cracking the door, she calls out Amy’s name. After waiting a minute and getting no response, she sticks her head out the door and looks around. 

There, still in the middle of the floor, is her charcoal grey tank top. She looks down at her half-dressed self in a black lace bra and jeans, then back to the tank top in the middle of the floor. Taking another quick peek around, she makes the decision to scoot out quickly and grab the top. What are the chances of anyone seeing her anyhow?
She really should have recalculated those chances.