The Last Wolf: Moon Shifter Academy Book 1

Science Fiction & Fantasy

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Synopsis

A sixteen-year-old shifter who is the last of her kind. A school for magical creatures on the brink of catastrophe. Learn who to trust fast or it’s extinction, baby. Her entire life, Kat dreamt of studying at Moon Shifter Academy. Finally, she'll be able to ditch Diurnal—the drug that keeps her stuck in boring human form—and harness her bad-ass wolf-shifter self. Against her parents’ advice, she heads to New York City before school starts and moves in with Eddie, a cute boy she met upstate. First summer love fast becomes first summer heartbreak and then, just before school starts, Kat's parents are murdered. If she’d listened to them and stayed put, they might still be alive. Guilt and regret hound her. Nothing to do but throw herself into her studies and somehow make 'em proud, right? Wrong. School is a total bust. The principal’s single-minded goal is to protect the students from their sworn enemies, blood mages. With her Mom gone, Kat learns that she is the last female shifter in the wolf line. Now the blood mage who killed her parents wants Kat dead too. But not if she can kill him first.

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Author Biography

M.S. Kaminsky writes young adult urban fantasy and sci-fi with dashes of suspense, mystery and romance. His most recent release, The Mermaid Curse Series, reveals the enigmatic origin of mermaids in a gripping fantasy that spans generations of women. When MSK is not writing he can be found with his husband attempting to tame the white water rapids of upstate New York or weeding in their garden. So far the rapids (and the weeds) are winning!

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Author Insight

Not a Meet Cute In Sight

Kat's fantasy is shredded beyond recognition when a hallway accident results in a less than romantic ending. This is a theme that is explored throughout the book.Expectation versus reality is often very different...especially when it comes to romance.

Book Excerpt

The Last Wolf: Moon Shifter Academy Book 1

Grabbing my books from the long, oak table, I race out the door and skid down the hall. Through a cracked, yellow window, I can still see the moon. I’m so busy looking up at her that when I turn the corner, I smash into someone. Limbs and books go flying. As I tumble to the stone floor, a male voice curses.

Artemon lies flat on his back, groaning. My head aches just as bad as always, but my heart beats just a little quicker. What do they call these in those tacky romantic comedies? A meet-cute. Or is it a cute meet? What if it’s just called fate? Donna’s reading comes to mind. True love. My prince. Magic! Yes, it’s all around us, even when we ignore it.

As I sit up, a movie begins to play in my mind. He asks if I’m okay, helps dust me off, and his fingers linger here and there. Not in an impolite or lecherous way, but in—

“You dolt!” Artemon’s face is mottled with anger as he stands and gathers his papers in the dim light.