Were Me Out — Robyn Peterman

Why do I have to have my tail in a knot for the one hot, sexy Werewolf who can't seem to keep his Johnson in his pants?

I'm a nice girl -- really I am. I'm just a typical computer-hacking, knife-throwing, Star Trek-obsessed, overeducated Werewolf nerd who can't seem to get her love life to compute. 

However, it's time to grow up and face the music or more accurately the man I'm in love with… Junior aka Jacob Wilson -- the Alpha of the Georgia Pack. First I'll have to stand up to some nasty gals who's pants are so tight I can see their religion. Then I'll claim my man.

What should be an easy feat, gets sucktastic when you throw in a three hundred year old fabulous gay Vampyre, an antiquated motherboard from the 90's and a challenge from the vicious, deadly Alabama Pack. Not to mention a libido that is out of control. Mine.

So I'm just gonna dive in -- head first and eyes closed. Love conquers all. Right? As long as reality doesn't wear me out, I plan to win.