Out Now
The Persecution of
the Wolves
by Lucy Felthouse
(@cw1985) #PNR #thriller #shifter
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?
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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,
or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe
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