Release date: November 28, 2016
After fleeing her abusive ex, wulfkin Cacey Varg and her daughter settle happily with a new pack in Finland. As Christmas approaches, Cacey learns her ex has found them and is on his way to take their daughter back. But a massive snowstorm prevents her from packing up and leaving town—and instead delivers a sexy stranger to her doorstep. Can she trust that he isn’t one of her ex’s henchmen?
Second-in-command to Europe’s most powerful wulfkin, hunter Vincent Lyall’s spur-of-the-moment decision to check on his ailing mother soon finds him marooned at a cabin in the woods by the blizzard of the century. Trapped with this spirited vixen, resisting temptation is easier said than done… But she refuses to believe he is who he says he is.
Is love powerful enough to win when two sexy wolf shifters, an unwelcome past, and animalistic urges wreak havoc on the holiday season?
by T.F. Walsh
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 fairy tales, she’s always had a passion for reading and writing horror, paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and fantasy stories. She balances all the dark with light fluffy stuff like baking and traveling.
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An excerpt from Cloaked in Christmas:
A forceful knock resonated from the front door, startling me from my thoughts.
I flinched. The whole house creaked, trees swished, branches grating against the roof. “Calm down, it’s just the weather,” I said out loud to no one while releasing a long breath.
When another knock came, this time, louder, I shuddered. Someone was at the front door. Not my imagination. My breaths turned to pants as a cold sweat beaded down my back.
The stranger. He must have followed me home, hoping to find Tianna. I backtracked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. My wolf nipped beneath my skin, desperate for release to protect us with every fiber of her being. Still, my adrenaline flew through my veins, but I couldn’t move a single muscle.
Another knock echoed through me, and I fumbled with the knife to stop it from falling out of my grasp. I inched closer, and goose bumps littered my skin. The guy I’d seen near the general store was huge. No way I could take him down, even in my wolf form, and that terrified the crap out of me. Who would protect Tianna if I were knocked out? Or worse. I swallowed.
Pull it together. Don’t show fear.
I should have left Daan years ago, but when he lashed out at Tianna in his drunken state and I blocked his attack, that was the wake-up call I needed to leave. That was when he threatened to take Tianna away from me. For so long, I stayed to give my daughter a two-parent family. Worst mistake I’d ever made.
Reaching for the bolt lock, I asked, “Who is it?” My voice failed me, sounding weak-assed and shaky. I cursed myself.
A male voice responded, but with the storm’s tremendous roaring, the words were muffled. I clasped the knife with a death grip, figuring it was better to face the guy without Tianna here. Then I would try to steer him away, giving us time to escape.
Finding my backbone, I ripped open the door and thrust out the knife in an attack posture. The air jerked out of my lungs at the sight of the stranger from town, and my heart raced. Shit, shit, shit. I’d been right. Daan had sent this guy, and my daughter would be ripped from me. All I wanted to do was curl into a ball and pretend this wasn’t happening.
His deep midnight eyes locked onto mine. His cheeks and nose glowed red. His body curled forward. Layers of snow covered his shoulders and head. In his arms, he held a limp, white fox.
Stunned, I stood there, immobile. What was he doing?
The softness and desperation behind his gaze had my inner wolf reacting with a whimper, not a growl, the kind she only offered wulfkin she befriended. Or was she sensing the fox—a meal?
“What do you want?” I demanded.
Wind whistled around the stranger and into the house. His quivering intensified, and I tried to ignore the enticing musk reaching me, teasing my senses.
His lips had turned white, and his teeth chattered. “I-If you’re going to s-stab me, do it fast.”
“Why are you here?” I waved my knife at the fox. “What’s that for?” Was he thinking I’d lower my guard because of the animal? To distract me?
“I … I’ve lost feeling in my body, can I … I come in?”
“No!” Could I live with myself if he froze to death on my front porch? If it kept Tianna safe … hell yes. “What do you want?”
He stepped closer, his gaze bouncing over my shoulder. Was he searching to see if anyone else was home? Like a boyfriend he might have to fight? Or Tianna—which meant he didn’t know she wasn’t here. One small thing in my favor.
I held my ground, gripping the knife between us, yet it felt as if someone choked me. “You’re living dangerously.” I raised my blade.
He released a longer breath, and half stumbled on his feet. His shoulder leaned against the doorframe as if exhaustion had worn him out.
“Speak fast.” An avalanche wouldn’t drive me back or let him cross the threshold.
Except, when he straightened, his eyes rolled backward. His arms dipped with the fox tumbling from his hold.
I stepped closer and caught the largest Arctic fox I’d ever seen with one arm.
The stranger’s knees buckled, toppling him forward.
I jumped backward as he crashed face first into the rug and lay there. Was he dead?
The unconscious fox remained in my arms, while my head spun with confusion. “Why carry a fox?”