Yesterday, my name was Lauren Summers. I was 43 years old with a good job that I didn't like much, but it paid the bills. When I woke up today, I was told my name is Kimberly Sparks. My birth certificate says I'm 24 years old. I don't have a job or a place to live. But there's a seriously hot guy taking me home with him. Lauren Summers died yesterday in a terrible fire and Kimberly Sparks was born. But I'm not a phoenix; I'm a werewolf. Who knew? This was my 2010 NaNoWriMo project and is completely finished. It is fully posted elsewhere under my other pen name. This novel does contain some adult, erotic content late in the story.