Please welcome author Lucy Felthouse to my blog today with her paranormal MM re-release The Persecution of the Wolves. I absolutely LOVE this story!
Blurb:
Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the
peaceful village of Eyam, Derbyshire all their lives. The villagers know what
happens every full moon, and have their reasons for keeping quiet. But this
secrecy comes at a cost—the brothers can’t risk romantic entanglements.
Then, at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor,
by what could only be a large animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters
begin to have their doubts about who—or what—could have done it.
As the brothers fight to clear their names, things are
complicated by unexpected opportunities to indulge their lust. Isaac is
intrigued by a handsome newcomer to the village, and a vivacious visitor is
happy to offer Matthew her all.
Can the men prove their innocence, or is their centuries-old
secret about to be revealed to the outside world, bringing their
carefully-crafted existence crashing down around their ears?
PLEASE NOTE: This
book was previously published as Pack of
Lies—the content has not changed. The novel also contains both M/F and M/M
scenes.
Excerpt:
As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front door to their
house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical. No rest for the
wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”
Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his brother advised.
Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone and snatched it
off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other end of the line
would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made the effort to
inject some politeness into his tone.
“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told him time and time
again that the last part about the residence was old-fashioned, that people
didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem to shake it.
“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village vicar’s voice,
even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained, almost panicked.
“You boys just get back?”
“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”
“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been found up on the
moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”
An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under Matthew’s skin
and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had nothing to gain
by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it was us?”
The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of genuine surprise.
“Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and I was wondering if
you’d come up there with me and take a look? You and Isaac are probably more
qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did this.”
“Isaac has to work, he just went to get ready. But yes, I’ll
come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then I’ll be straight over.
Are you at the rectory?”
“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Matthew. Bye.”
“Goodbye.”
Matthew hung up the phone with another sigh. The horrible
feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut seemed as if it
was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s news was
surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell trouble,
or at the very least, inconvenience for him and his brother.
Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jangling
nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s bedroom. The door was
closed. He knocked. “You decent?”
“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”
Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at his brother. He
was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery, where he was a
general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was Richard on the
phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s asked me to go
with him to check it out.”
Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his shirtsleeve. “He
doesn’t think—”
Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite adamant about that.
He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did it. I explained that
you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across there now and go up
with him.”
“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be late.”
Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need, brother. Relax.
Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know what—if anything—I
find out.”
Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Isaac seemed to
have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He continued to dress.
“All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what happens. Send me a text
or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a gap in between patients.”
Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated mobile phones,
actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most about modern-day
life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as many problems
for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as best he could.
Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and phones, so he
tutored Matthew.
“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my phone first
then, eh?”
Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he left the room and
headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the device the previous
night before he and Isaac had headed for the caves. Immediately spotting the
mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling him was akin to a
brick—he grabbed it, stuffed it into his pocket, and made his way downstairs.
Retrieving his keys from the hook by the front door, he
called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you after my shift at
the pub. I’m working until closing time.”
“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”
“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead sheep was going
to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think he and his
brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers might. When
there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was
understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full
moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had
been extinct in England for over five hundred years.
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance
novels Stately Pleasures (named in
the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never
Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes
Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award,
and an Amazon bestseller). Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She
owns Erotica For All, and is one
eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out
more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
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