Cloaked
The
Wulfkin Legacy Series, Prequel
T.F.
Walsh
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Date of Publication: Jan 4, 2016
ISBN: 1440596646
ASIN: Coming soon
Number of pages: Coming soon
Word Count: 26,000
Cover Artist: Erin Alexander
Book Description:
Raised by an overly protective
wulfkin pack, Daciana leaps at the chance to venture into the human world for
her one-year independence ritual. But after someone steals the endangered bear
cubs she’s been assigned to protect, she must locate them or lose her job and
return home in disgrace. The sexy inspector on the case isn’t making this any
easier. He knows nothing of her kind, and wulfkin rules forbid relationships
with humans.
Newly divorced Inspector Connell
Lonescu trusts no one but himself. He’s convinced relationships are a waste of
time and thinks burying himself in work will ease the pain. Yet he’s attracted
to the gorgeous and mysterious Daciana, even if there’s something slightly odd
about her. Can Connell learn to trust the sexy but secretive woman?
Cloaked is the prequel to Cloaked in Fur, book 1 in The Wulfkin Legacy Series. Find out how Daciana and Connell fell in love and set in motion the paramount events that forever change their lives and those around them.
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Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE
DACIANA
My body shuddered,
and I stumbled forward, shivering uncontrollably as thousands of tiny bite-like
nips swarmed across my flesh. I whimpered, and a long exhale gushed past my
lips. The change was happening.
CHAPTER ONE
DACIANA
Damn bear. Leaving
footprints on the outskirts of the forest, winding around the apartment blocks,
and scaring locals for the past week. No wonder the cops had threatened to
shoot him on sight today.
Sunrise wasn’t far
away; neither was my transformation from wolf into human, so I had to hurry.
Romania’s morning breeze wove through my fur, and the distinct
dried-clover-and-grass scent screamed bear. He was definitely here—always just
before dawn.
Not that I should
care. Wolves and bears weren’t the best of friends. But I’d seen the way humans
made killing us a sport, and I couldn’t stand to see any animal hurt.
Careening around
the corner of the building, I halted and silenced my breaths.
Fifteen feet away
was a frizzy, brown bottom sticking in the air. The bear that belonged to that
butt balanced on the edge of an oversized trash can, head down inside, his
scratching and grunting muffled.
A few steps
closer, I snarled, the sound vibrating through my chest.
The bear jerked
upward, a butter container sitting over his nose. He clacked his teeth and
forced an expulsion of air, throwing the container off his face.
I backed up. Yep,
this might be a funny moment on television, but not when you were the one
facing the six-foot animal standing on hind legs.
He flopped back
onto all fours and momentarily gazed back at his trash.
I have no plans to
take your garbage. A growl slipped past my throat, and I lowered myself,
feigning attack posture. Come on, boy, get out of here before it’s too late. I
stalked forward.
He swiped at me
with a front paw, huffing.
I jumped back and
circled him.
But he lunged
suddenly, slapping the concrete ground several feet from me, and stood there,
his mouth hanging open. He roared and made a pulsing sound deep in his throat.
Oh, he felt
threatened now. Good.
I ran around him
in a circle, faster. His claws swatted at me, inches away, but once I was at
his back, I leapt closer and nipped his hindquarters.
His bawling
echoed, but I hadn’t drawn blood, and it sure as hell was better than a bullet.
The crunch of
leaves sounded, followed by footfalls, from around the building behind me.
I flinched and
sniffed the air. Humans.
The bear turned
and ran away from the trash, from me, from the city, heading toward the forest.
I chased after him to make sure he got as far away from here as possible.
He bolted faster,
his paws hitting the ground with each pounce.
“The bear. And a
fucking wolf?” a disembodied voice boomed from my left.
In the empty
grassland between the apartment block and the woods, two police officers with
rifles watched us. They were there to hunt the bear and broke into a run in our
direction.
Fuck, this was
bad. Really bad. I burst into the dense Transylvanian forest behind the bear,
trampling foliage and dried twigs. He’d swung right and already put distance
between us. He was safe, but what about me?
Heading straight
ahead, I sprinted across forest floor, dodging low branches. I glanced behind
me. Footfalls resonated, and the two figures raced my way.
Heavy breaths
strangled my lungs as I bolted. The ground flew beneath me and fresh
pine-scented air splashed over my face, promising escape. Except my heart was
attempting to break free from my chest.
A shot was fired,
and I scampered faster. Ten pulse-wrenching minutes later, the police were
nowhere in sight or smell range. That didn’t mean they couldn’t still be
trailing after me.
The first ripples
of a transformation into my human form crawled through my back legs. I
scrambled up the hill, claws digging into the soil for leverage with each rapid
lunge.
Not yet.
My body shuddered,
and I stumbled forward, shivering uncontrollably as thousands of tiny bite-like
nips swarmed across my flesh. I whimpered, and a long exhale gushed past my
lips. The change was happening.
Author Bio
TF Walsh emigrated from Romania to
Australia at the age of eight and now lives in a regional city south of Sydney
with her husband. Growing up hearing dark fairytales, she's always had a
passion for reading and writing horror, paranormal romance, urban fantasy and
young adult stories. She balances all the dark with light fluffy stuff like
baking and traveling.
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Interview
Please welcome Cloaked author T.F. Walsh to Diane’s Book Blog.
Thanks
for having me on your blog
What
inspired you to write?
I
grew up listening to bedtime Romanian stories that could only be compared to
the Brothers Grimm tales, and ever since then folklore and mythology has
fascinated me. These influences have trickled into my stories, and in
particular Cloaked & Cloaked in Fur, which are based in Transylvania—a
place seeped in legends. Now, when it comes to love, I’m a sucker for stories
about two people from different worlds falling madly in love and fighting
against the odds to stay together. This is the story I wanted to tell in The
Wulfkin Legacy series; showing how far someone was willing to go to hold onto
true love.
How
do you overcome writer’s block?
I’m not sure if there’s a writer who has zero blocks while writing. When
I get stuck, the solution is putting some distance between me and the story.
Long drives also helps, as it lets me just mull over the area I’m stuck on, and
most times the answer lays in the outline and something I’ve missed.
What is your typical day
like?
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about
their work?
I love the Anita Blake series by Laurell Hamilton. It was one of the first
series I read that made me want to write about strong heroines and alphas, who
wanted those heroines.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
Right now I’m working on book 3 of The Wulfkin Legacy Series.
Cloaked – Prequel – Coming out Jan 4, 2016
Cloaked in Fur – Book 1 –Already out
Cloaked in Secrecy – Book 2 – Coming out March14, 2016
Cloaked in Blood – Book 3 – Coming out May 2016
Here’s
a little sneak peek at the blurb from Cloaked
in Secrecy:
What better way for a pack of wulfkin shifters to hide themselves from
the world than right before their eyes performing in a circus.
Death has followed Alena Novac’s circus family for years. So when the
police arrest her brother for a murder, she has just a week to rescue him
before he transforms into his wolf form in prison. The guards will certainly
kill him and the wulfkin’s existence will be exposed to the world. Their
problems escalate when a member of the Varlac, the fearsome wulfkin ruling
clan, pays them a visit. As a child, Alena watched the Varlac leader murder her
mother and she has sworn her revenge ever since.
Enre Ulf has a simple mission—stop Alena’s pack from claiming his
territory and slaughtering his wulfkin family. He may have turned his back on
his Varlac heritage, but that doesn’t mean he won’t impersonate one to
infiltrate the circus clan and take out their alpha. Wading into enemy
territory, Enre’s secrets can get him killed, but it’s the only way to save his
home in Transylvania. Except he never planned on his wolf claiming Alena as his
mate, or feeling compelled to save her brother before all wulfkin are revealed
to humans and hunted down.
Now with the police closing in, and the real Varlac threatening them,
Alena and Enre must overcome their pasts to save their packs’ futures. But can
Alena trust him? Can she trust herself?
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