Cartomancer's Guide to Werewolves

Never trust a werewolf. I'm the weakest cartomancer who ever lived, but I can use Tarot cards to work magic. Most days. That makes me the natural prey of the Soldiers of the Light, the jumped-up werewolves who police the magic community. They've hunted cartomancers for centuries because of some stupid ancient feud. Never speak to a werewolf. I'm helping the local vampires track a rogue that's menacing our little town when I knock a handsome stranger off his motorbike. He's badly hurt but refuses medical help. So I take Mr. Tall, Dark, and Suspicious home-and find out he's a Soldier. Because that's just the kind of day I'm having. Never, under any circumstances, fall in love with a werewolf. He's my sworn enemy, but sparks fly between us. Now I have a monster to catch and a town to save, all while guarding my secret-and my heart-from a man who would kill me without a second thought if he knew the truth.

Disaster #1: My kind of magic involves Tarot cards, not shapeshifting, but I've been bitten. Now I'm a werewolf, forced to join my sworn enemies. I need to find a cure for lycanthropy fast and get the heck out of Dodge. Disaster #2: My powerful but crazy new grandfather has just announced he has an Evil Plan to destroy all magic. Because of course he has. And it somehow involves me. Disaster #3: My new pack hates me, and my only ally is Conal, the sexy, smart-mouthed wolf who has sworn to protect me. To survive, I must convince the pack that I'm Conal's mate. My calendar is really filling up. Before the next full moon, I have to find a cure, save magic, and stage the romance of the century. Without actually falling in love. Because that would be the biggest disaster of all.