Diaries of an Urban Panther Series by Amanda Arista

Violet Jordan Rule #1 of being a superhero: No tights. Dear Diary, By now you know I'm hardly a normal girl. Last night I woke up naked in an alley after fighting off some werewolves. All in a day's work, I guess. I thought I was dealing pretty well with the whole werepanther thing: the training, the apocalyptic prophecies. And the hot guy following me around, protecting me at every turn, is definitely a bonus... moreViolet Jordan Rule #1 of being a superhero: No tights. Dear Diary, By now you know I'm hardly a normal girl. Last night I woke up naked in an alley after fighting off some werewolves. All in a day's work, I guess. I thought I was dealing pretty well with the whole werepanther thing: the training, the apocalyptic prophecies. And the hot guy following me around, protecting me at every turn, is definitely a bonus. I'm even starting to become accustomed to the bloodshed and the violence—and that's what scares me. What will tomorrow bring? -------------------------- Violet Jordan thought the fairy tales her mother wove were just a way to get Violet to sleep, not a way to prepare her for the apocalypse she is the key to preventing. When she becomes a midnight snack for werepanther Spencer Haverty, his infectious bite invokes the first element of her destiny. When Violet’s budding instincts allow her to save a boy’s life, she realizes this new gig may come with perks: a slimmer figure, the attention of a handsome Guardian, and insights into her future embedded in her mother’s stories. But as push comes to claws, can Violet make the fatal strike against the men threatening her new family, her new home and her first boyfriend in ages? less

Violet Jordan Rule #2 of being a superhero:Find reliable sidekicks. Dear Diary, Once I took down Haverty, the Primo of the city, I thought life was going to get better. After four assassination attempts, I'm thinking not so much. Haverty's pack needs a new leader, and I've just about run out of reasons why I'm not right for the job. Besides, having loyal followers would definitely help me fight off whoever's out for my blood... moreViolet Jordan Rule #2 of being a superhero:Find reliable sidekicks. Dear Diary, Once I took down Haverty, the Primo of the city, I thought life was going to get better. After four assassination attempts, I'm thinking not so much. Haverty's pack needs a new leader, and I've just about run out of reasons why I'm not right for the job. Besides, having loyal followers would definitely help me fight off whoever's out for my blood. Especially sincemy boyfriend is always busy playing White Hat to every wanderer except me. I'm glad he thinks I'm tough enough to handle my own business, but a little extra backup would be nice. So now I just need to figure out how to mentor new shifters, run a pack, keep my "real" job, and have some sort of personal life. All in a day's work for this horror movie writer-turned-shapeshifting panther. less

Violet Jordan's Rule #3 of being a superhero: Family first, fur second. Dear Diary, With new supernatural creatures popping up at every turn (Ghouls? Really? ), the city divided, and my long-lost cousin blazing into town, I've got a lot on my mind. Oh, not to mention I'm supposed to be planning a wedding. Chaz has got to be the best, most patient (and probably clinically insane) fiancÉ around... moreViolet Jordan's Rule #3 of being a superhero: Family first, fur second. Dear Diary, With new supernatural creatures popping up at every turn (Ghouls? Really? ), the city divided, and my long-lost cousin blazing into town, I've got a lot on my mind. Oh, not to mention I'm supposed to be planning a wedding. Chaz has got to be the best, most patient (and probably clinically insane) fiancÉ around. But defeating my sworn enemy in a battle for the souls of Dallas is going to require more than just my full attention. It means learning to depend on everyone—especially Chaz—if any of us are going to make it out of this alive. Because if Plan A doesn't work, I'm going to need them for Plan B. And Plan C . . . less