QSFer Amelia Faulkner has a new paranormal book out:
The vampire Ellis O’Neill has weathered more attempts on his life in a year than most people suffer in a lifetime. His continued survival is down to a collection of facts he prefers to keep closely-guarded secrets: his lover is a werewolf; he’ll break whatever laws he has to; and he’s willing to become a monster to protect those he loves.
Werewolf Randall Carter is settling into his new role as Alpha. For a man used to a lifetime of bullying and abuse this is a terrifying change, and it’s taking everything he has to work out how to do his best without it all falling down around his ears.
Ellis’ world is about to fall apart. His best friends harbour a secret which could ruin them all. His brother is headed to London to recover their father’s loan. Barb wants him for her revolution. And Charles Devitt wants him destroyed once and for all.
Christmas is coming, but peace and goodwill are nowhere to be found…
Tooth & Claw, Book 3
Excerpt
He barely took two steps out of his office before the gallery door downstairs opened. Its hinges made the faintest of squeals, and the draught excluder rasped over the doormat. Ellis turned an ear toward it and waited for any sound which could identify the newcomer. There was a heartbeat, which was almost always better than the alternative, and the faint click of an analogue watch. Footfalls were soft and faintly squeaky, so the newcomer wore trainers rather than shoes or boots. The human walked straight into the gallery without dithering at the door or drifting like a stranger toward the paintings.
“Jay?” Ellis called down the stairs.
“Hey! Sneaking off early?”
Ellis grinned at the familiar sound of Jay’s voice, and he stepped toward the top of the stairs. His hand found the rail and rested over it. “Guilty as charged. I didn’t think you were working this evening.”
“I’m not.” Jay’s trainers slapped against the steps as he bounded up them. He reached Ellis in only seven footfalls, so he’d taken them two at a time. “No Randall?” he puffed once he was at Ellis’ side.
“He’s got a thing with his pack.” Ellis took his hand from the rail and turned toward Jay, who placed his arm where Ellis would find it.
“Butt-sniffing.” Jay’s chuckle was brief. Tense. “I don’t see the point unless there’s tongue too.”
Ellis slipped his fingers around Jay’s elbow and frowned faintly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Jay said, far too quickly. “We, uh. We haven’t got your Christmas presents sorted yet. Have you done that? What are you getting for Randall? I think he’d love some new boots you know, his ones look so ratty. Or maybe that’s okay. Does he shred his clothes when he goes all rawr? Wouldn’t want to destroy a nice new pair of Timberlands-”
“Jay.” Ellis squeezed his elbow. “I can hear it. Your heart is going ten to the dozen and you’re too fit for it to be a few stairs. Your vocal chords are shaking and it’s affecting the pitch of your voice. I mean, really? You’re going to make me list the ways in which I can tell how upset you are? Tell me what’s wrong.”
Jay’s breath rasped in his chest, and Ellis felt the position of his arm drop slightly. “We need to talk.”
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Author Bio
Amelia Faulkner was born in the rolling green countryside of Oxfordshire, and moved to London once she was mostly grown up. She has a degree in Computer Science, and spent quite a long time working with computers until her childhood love of writing could no longer be ignored.
Since then she has written for corporate clients and personal pleasure, and finally stepped away from office-bound working in 2011 to freelance from home.
Amelia is also a keen photographer and film-goer, and resides in the city (not the City) with her husband. She is notoriously camera-shy.
Amelia’s website: http://ameliafaulkner.com