Forgive me, I am late again ...I have only just returned from Malaysia ....excuses I know. Forgive me.
But this fortnight it is my utmost pleasure to welcome T. F. Walsh with a bite of her book Cloaked in Fur.
Can you in less than five words describe your book? Werewolves,
Betrayal, Sacrifice, Suspense
What inspired you to write it?
I wanted to explore the idea of how far
someone would go to save his or her true love. Team that up with my infatuation
for all things werewolf, and my story was bornJ Plus, being born in Romania, I really wanted to show
a different side to Transylvania rather than the typical vampire connection,
including cultures and traditions most people are unaware of.
And here's the snippet!
“I have juice, beer, spirits, or water.
No vodka.” Connell called from the kitchen.
I joined him. “Water’s fine.”
Retrieving a clear bottle from the
fridge, he reached up and collected two empty glasses from the cupboard, then
settled onto a stool. Following his lead, I sat next to him and grabbed my full
He studied his tumbler, running a finger
down the perspiring glass. “What’s going on with you and with us?” A long
breath escaped from his mouth. “Your sudden disappearance this weekend, your
friend’s strange behavior—like he was more than a friend—and everything from
that night seemed wrong, like I was missing something. I felt like an idiot.”
My skin iced over, and my pulse
thundered in my ears. His gorgeous face tightened, and his eyelids lowered as
he said, “I feel like I’m just getting to know you. I don’t like secrets, but
I’m so in love with you that I’m struggling to walk away. And what scares me is
that I might be heading right into a wall with my eyes wide open.”
My voice softened. “Don’t say that.” I
felt like the tug-o-war rope between Connell and wulfkin troubles, each needing
my attention, and me refusing to give up on either of them.
He lifted his head. His hand cupped the
side of my face and his thumb swept the tears from beneath my eye. I inhaled
He said, “Please tell me the truth, no
matter how bad you think it is. I can take it. But I can’t take any more lies.”
The faint tremble behind his words
shattered my resolve to stay quiet. My entire life I followed orders, making
everyone happy but me. Sandulf persuaded me to forget my mother with promises
of a new life she would never accept, and I foolishly obeyed. I never knew my
real father, but he obviously was a wulfkin from somewhere. I would give
anything to turn things around and return to my real mom, to remove the grief
she bore for losing a daughter. And now the alpha’s action might see Connell
ripped from my heart as well.