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About the author:
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.
What inspired you to write your book?
I grew up listening to bedtime Romanian stories that could only be compared to the Brothers Grimm tales, and ever since then folklore and mythology has fascinated me. These influences have trickled into my stories, and in particular The Wulfkin Legacy series, which is based in Transylvania—a place seeped in legends. Now, when it comes to love, I’m a sucker for stories about two people from different worlds falling madly in love and fighting against the odds to stay together. I love exploring how far someone was willing to go to hold onto true love.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Footfalls sounded behind me, and I turned to find Inspector Lonescu striding closer. The morning sun caught in his blond hair as it swept across his shoulders in the breeze, and a slight shadow of scruff darkened his square jaw. His eyes seemed miles away, lost, haunted by something. It made me wonder what kind of secrets an inspector kept that weighed so heavily on him. I could relate, since I could never tell a soul about being a moonwulf.
He slid on a fitted black jacket, which matched his tailored pants. His trousers hugged all the right parts. I looked up as he glanced my way with a smirk. He’d caught me staring. Damn.
From the moment I’d spotted him across the station, my insides had been fluttering into a kind of hysteria I’d never felt for anyone. Not even Enre, my last boyfriend from the pack, had this effect on me. Enre was crazy-handsome with his dark hair and bad-boy style, but my body had never reacted this way before. Not once in the time we’d been together. I couldn’t explain it, but being near Connell this way made something inside my chest ache—but a good kind of ache.
Connell unlocked the car with a click, and Anton opened the back door for me. “After you.”
Lowering my head, I climbed in, and Anton shut the door. Wow … The car was massive inside.
The two men outside were in a whispered discussion. Curiosity itched at me. I listened.
“I’m warning you, Anton. Don’t push me.” “This was my case from early this morning.” “Bullshit. If this is related to my animal kidnapping case, then it falls under my jurisdiction.” Anton huffed and rounded the back of the car. So obviously, these two weren’t best buddies. But if they both intended to help track down the cubs, who was I to complain? Anton climbed into the back seat beside me, and the car rocked slightly as he thumped the door shut. His woody cologne was cloying in my throat. I offered him a puzzled look, but he seemed to ignore me. Fiddling with the window, I rolled it down a crack for fresh air.