Book & Author Details:
Cloaked in Blood by T.F. Walsh
(The Wulfkin Legacy #3)
Published by: Crimson Romance
Publication date: May 9th 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal
The daughter of a sultan alpha, Selena Kurt agrees to an arranged wulfkin mating to protect her sister from a dangerous alpha from the enemy clan. To her surprise, her match is Marcin Ulf, the next in line for the Hungarian throne . . . and the wulfkin who broke her heart years ago.
Marcin is just as shocked to learn he’ll be matched to the enemy’s daughter and the woman he’s never forgotten. Before they can be paired, however, they’re drawn into a tournament where Marcin will compete to free his estranged imprisoned brother, while Selena battles for the life of another wulfkin alpha. Both intend to seize this chance to save those they’re fighting for – even if it means facing off with one another just as their romance rekindles.
Will tribe loyalty triumph, or will they realize they’re better off as a team before it’s too late?
Cloaked in Blood is the book 3 in the Wulfkin Legacy series, but can be read a stand-alone-book.
Wulfkin Legacy Series:
Cloaked (prequel to #1) – Out now
Cloaked in Fur (Book #1) – Out now
Cloaked in Secrecy (Book #2) – Out now
Cloaked in Blood (Book #3) – Out now
Cloaked in Christmas – End of 2016
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Selena halted in the middle of the room, tilting her head forward, but her hands remained behind her back. The nostalgic melody played by the bow, graciously gliding across strings, sang of subtle sadness mixed with hope.
Selena slid a leg forward, the fabric gliding aside to reveal her thigh, her toes poised toward the ground.
My stare fastened on every inch of the beauty I craved. She’d never danced for me before, and now with everyone’s gazes lingering on her, a tinge of jealousy swept through me. My black-hearted father was to blame, stealing the private dance meant for me alone. Arguing with him had gotten me nothing but frustration, and when the sultan agreed, I had no leg to stand on. Didn’t make this moment any easier to swallow.
Selena’s hip lifted and dropped in slow motion, and my throat dried. She took several steps, her gaze still lowered. Undulations flowed through her body like a wave, rolling through her pelvis, along her waist and to her chest in a rhythmic pulse, mesmerizing me. I gulped more wine, almost choking in the process.
Then the music sped to a bassy tune, and her head shot up, gaze locked onto me.
My insides tightened.
Her green eyes reminded me of the river in the woods. I’d fantasized about waking up next to her every morning for years … but that was a long time ago, a memory. Then why did my wolf still demand she was ours?
Selena’s hands pulled out from behind her back, and in her right hand, she gripped a sword the length of her arm.
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.