Cloaked in Fur

Release date: 5 August 2013
Cloaked in FurAs a moonwulf, Daciana never expected to fall in love with a human. Hell, she never imagined that she’d abandon her pack, endanger everyone around her, and break the worst rule possible. But she did.

A rogue werewolf is killing Daciana’s friends, and she sets on capturing the creature. She’ll do whatever it takes to stop the beast. The police and her boyfriend, Inspector Connell Lonescu, are starting to question her involvement in the murders, which is endangering the pack’s secret existence. But when the pack alpha kidnaps Connell, revealing the awful truth about the creature and its connection to the pack, Daciana must choose between saving the man she loves and saving her pack family from certain death.

by T.F. Walsh

Paranormal
Sensuality Level: Sensual
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Author Bio:
T.F. 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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An excerpt from Cloaked in Fur:

The door to the underground bunker rattled, sending twitches down my spine. I threw the books back onto the shelf, blew out the candle, and froze in the darkness. It might be Radu, coming to help with the research. Or it might be Sandulf, who’d be less than impressed with my presence. That’d be just my luck for the alpha to bust in on me.

The door clattered again. My hands fisted as I silently prayed it wasn’t Sandulf. If he found me here, I’d never be able to explain it away. He’d see right through any excuse I made for being in the pack’s library. I was the outdoors kind of girl, not the studious type. If he guessed I was researching the lupul elixir, I was dead. Or as good as dead.

For the third time, the door shook on its hinges. The smell of rain teased my nostrils, along with the earthy fragrance of trees, but no Sandulf. I released a long breath. A storm was coming, and the gale continued to pummel the entrance.

I hurried up the stairs and slipped outside into the cold morning. With the door locked, I brushed foliage over the entrance with my foot. Lofty trees crowded the forest around me with minimal sunlight breaking through the canopy above. I inhaled the crisp, pine scents and took off. The wind tore through the area, tugging my blouse and pants, tossing brown hair over my face. Another night spent alone where I’d lost track of time searching for secrets of the potion. Later that night I’d be back doing more research, though Radu’s help would make it a lot easier. He’d missed our catch-ups three days running. That wasn’t like him. He was never late. Maybe he’d given up on helping me?

I pushed the trepidation down, knowing it wouldn’t do me any good to think about it, and Connell Lonescu came to mind: his strong arms wrapped around me, loving whispers in my ears, and kisses that melted my insides. If I didn’t find the potion before the next full moon, everything with Connell was over.

A loud footfall on the forest floor iced me over.

I held my breath. Darkness filled the gaps between trees where the sun didn’t reach. A shadow flitted behind the broad trunks. I sniffed the downwind: timber, car fumes from the city of Braşov, and a barnyard scent.

The woods fell silent.

Stop freaking out.

I rubbed the chill out of my arms and kept moving. The crunch of foliage beneath my boots echoed.

I had just forced my legs into a jog when a prickling sensation slithered down my back. I wasn’t alone.