Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have
lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what
happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy
comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.
Then at the full moon, a sheep is
slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious
animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts.
Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a
vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.
As they indulge their lust, they must clear
their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their
baser instincts out to play.
Inside Scoop: This book contains sizzling scenes of both
M/M and M/F sex.
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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
“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 his older brother.
“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 and 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.
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