Cloaked in Secrecy
(The Wulfkin Legacy #2)
Published by: Crimson Romance
Publication date: March 14th 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal
What better way for a pack of wulfkin shifters to remain in seclusion than to hide in plain sight?
Death has followed Alena Novac’s circus family for years, but when the police arrest her brother for murder, she must rescue him before he transforms behind prison walls. With less than a week to execute her plan, a member from the Varlac family who murdered her mother reappears. Now, Alena has to decide whether to make good on her promise to avenge her mother’s death or risk rescuing her brother.
Enre Ulf has one mission – prevent Alena’s father from claiming his territory and slaughtering his wulfkin pack in Transylvania. Enre 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. Knowing that his secrets will lead to his demise, Enre takes the risk in order to save his home. What he never planned on was his wolf claiming Alena as his mate.
Now with the police closing in, and the real Varlac threatening them, Alena and Enre must overcome their pasts to save their packs’ futures.
Cloaked in Secrecy is the book 2 in the Wulfkin Legacy series, but can be read a stand-alone-book.
“Girl, you going to stand there all day?” Sonia’s voice turned loud as she snapped me back to the here and now.
She sat at the table, both hands clasped around at least a dozen twigs, each about half a foot long. Balancing the ends on the center of the table, she let the twigs fall and studied the way the pieces of wood collapsed on top of each other. The majority crisscrossed each other, others rolled away from the pile.
Sonia’s dark-blonde curls were pulled off her face with a headband. She wore no makeup or her usual fake gypsy jewelry reserved for the circus customers.
“Have a seat.” She spoke without taking her eyes from the pile of sticks in front of her, her head tilting from side to side.
Taking a chair at the table and kicking aside a boot, I reconsidered telling her about my dream with Enre. The more I replayed the vision in my mind, the more I was convinced it was me lusting over him. Heat radiated down my neck at the thought of telling Sonia that I’d turned into some horny nymph.
“What do you see?” No matter how many times Sonia read my future, my insides still fluttered.
“He’s at the circus for you.”
“The Varlac?” I slouched into the chair, arms folded across my chest, fire scaling my cheeks. “I doubt it.” Not the first time the twigs would have been misinterpreted.
“You’ll bring a change out in him. How exciting.” She flashed me a cheerful smile.
A thousand possibilities swirled in my head, but none of them made any sense, except the one where I hated being paired with Enre. “What does that even mean?”
Sonia inched closer. “The universe has a sick sense of humor. It shows us only snippets of events. You know that.” She twisted in her seat and retrieved a pack of tarot cards from the bookshelf behind her. The top card had a brightly colored parrot painted on it. She sighed, stashed it back on the shelf, and continued to fumble through her numerous other decks.
“That’s for the tourists.” She spoke with her attention still on the bookshelf. “Anyway, what about you? Had any dreams lately?”
I licked my lips, deciding not to share the memory of what Enre had intended to do to me in the dream. “Not much.”
“So you dreamt about him? The shake of your head says no, but your tone tells a different story.” She giggled, a piercing laugh, as she retrieved another pack of cards, the backs printed with a kaleidoscope of colors in a diamond patchwork design. “Weeks ago, I told you a visitor was coming.” Sonia settled in her seat to face me.
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.
Speaking with TF Walsh, Paranormal Romance Author
What is the best thing you’ve learned about writing and/or the publishing business?
How important it is to build a strong band of friends who share your passion for writing. I’m talking about writing and critique friends who stick by you and prep you up when needed. Many of my friends who don’t write find it so difficult to understand the pressures of writing and publishing, so it’s always great to have people who are in the same situation to have on your side.
How do you balance the demands of your everyday life and your writing life?
To be honest, I haven’t quite mastered that one yet. I tend to squeeze my everyday life into my writing one, but at the moment that could have to something to do with the book launch.
Do you have a job outside of writing? What is it and how does it mesh with your writing?
Sure do. I work in marketing and social media during the day. So even when I’m not writing, I’m online. When I go on holidays, I try really hard to leave the Internet behindJ
What was one of the best Christmas presents you ever received?
It would have to be a BMX bike. When I was young, I was a bit of tomboy and I desperately wanted a BMX. That was a Christmas to rememberJ
Name your favorite children’s story.
Little Mermaid. I’ve always loved this tale, and who secretly doesn’t want to be a princess mermaid. Come on, fess up.
Who was your hero when you were a child, and what did you do to be like them?
During high school, I was obsessed with Madonna. Now I remember back then I was dating this guy who had some issues with me wanting to go to University, and things were not going to work out, but I didn’t know how to break it off. One day, Madonna’s song, Express Yourself played on TV, and I recall how determined it made me to stand up for myself and to finally break it off, which I did that very afternoon. Poor guy, he kind of didn’t see it coming. Best decision ever!
What is your concept of a fruitful day?
Writing over 2000 words and then editing a whole chapter.
What one thing (modern convenience) could you not live without?
What are your three favorite smells?
The three Cs. Cinnamon. Coffee. Chocolate.