Red
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~Red Riding Hood retold~ She used to love the color. Now she hates it. It is all she sees. It is the color of hate, anger, blood... And most of all... it is her name. Red Valance never understood why the people of her village feared her grandmother, who was dying of a mysterious illness. They also feared Red, being the granddaughter. All it took was a glance and they cowered. At this point, the only person to ever love her was her grandmother. Red never met her parents, who died many years ago. Or so she thought. It all changed the day a young man, named Castile, showed up. Sent by someone to bring Red to her father, Red is ripped from the home she ever knew and forced to travel with a man she can barely tolerate, into the hands of someone who is feared by all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a book full of romance, bloodshed, and tragedy
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Red is not your usual Hood. At twenty-one, she's not going to marry the Leader's son. She wants someone who loves her for her. So when Wolvric comes around, war might break out. ---- "My dear Red, what a beautiful voice you have." I whirled around, the voice behind me. It was a wolf. He had dark gray fur and gray-silver eyes. "Y-you talk?" I stammered, pressing my basket close to my body. "Of course my dear," He chided, his ears flicking. "Have any of you Hoods any brains?" He suddenly transformed into a human. A very handsome human. He had black hair like I did, but gray and white streaked through. His eyes were the same steely gray as before. He was draped in all black: tight black shirt and dark black jeans. "We transform between human and wolf, sweetie." His voice was smooth and deep, captivating me. "Don't call me sweetie," I hissed. "Ooh, feisty huh, Red?" (Editing. And new cover!)

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