A murder without evidence, a secret that could topple society and a cop with a bit of a coffee habit!

Three things were certain in the mind of Officer Theodore Night:
One: There’s a serial killer loose in Portstewart
Two: His new friend is a werewolf
Three: He’s in way over his head

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When bloody paw prints at a crime scene leads Officer Night to consider the impossible, he must rely not only on his years of investigative experience, but on the local werewolf pack, for help.

An unlikely friendship gives Night the edge he needs to prevent an all-out war. Has Blair, the mysterious barista from Bean and Gone, caused him to bite off more than he can chew?

Here is a short extract from this thrilling book:

Blair patted the human’s bicep wordlessly as he passed and Theo turned to follow him down the dark corridor towards the bizarre living room, the elevator waiting for them at its centre. He could still hear Terry’s panicked breathing reverberating off the walls behind them and Theo swallowed back the feeling of sympathy he felt for the man. In situations like these, time was of the essence and a setback like Terry could cost lives.

“Thanks for what you did back there,” Blair said as the elevator doors parted, “I don’t often get to see you play the bad cop.”

Theo snorted as he checked the safety on his firearm again, an unnecessary action to quiet his thoughts, “I’m always the bad cop.”

“You’re always the asshole cop,” Blair amended, leaning against the man’s side, “There’s a difference.”

The familiar chime announced their arrival and Theo was quick to shrug up the soaked hood of his jacket,

“You ready for this?” he asked. Blair nodded and pulled up his own hood, falling in behind his Silvered as they walked through the estate. Wolves passed by them on all sides, some working, others enjoying their usual, uninterrupted day to day. People hung out of the windows that faced their walkway, smiling and chatting between themselves. The smell of street food clung to the air, sweet with preservatives, and the larger spaces were filled with bustling crowds.

“Stick by me,” Blair breathed. He let his fingers reach down to brush against the other man’s hand and the blond took a hold of it, intertwining each digit with his own. Theo could feel the thump of the other man’s pulse, the constant drumming pressure of it keeping him grounded as the noise of those around them only seemed to grow. The underground was made up of vast, tall tunnels, each lined with houses and shops and almost as wide as the streets on the surface. Many of the wolves that lived beneath the ground had grown used to the ever-present neon lights, the artificial changing of day to night. A huge portion of the wolves who lived here had probably never been exposed to humans, or the moonlight for that matter, perfectly content to hide away from the world. No doubt the markets here were filled with foods and objects from the surface and Theo watched people trade and barter with curiosity from under his hood.

The world was entirely different from the view Amile saw of her people. No one stopped to watch them go now, no wandering eyes of yellow or gold, only the lingering voices of salesmen that shouted over their heads. Theo wondered if this place made Blair feel lonely, if the separation of his family from his own kind had left him feeling adrift. Isolated. The Collar at his throat was strangely quiet now, only the barest inkling of what the man was feeling pulsing through it.

Blair stopped to glance up at the signs overhead and muttered a quiet, “This way,” before he trailed his human companion onward, their footsteps falling into a matching rhythm.

The werewolf let his hand drop as they entered the inner chambers and he cast a wary eye at the painted walls. The vacant halls echoed with voices, and they followed the sound to where the two Alpha’s stood around the chamber’s glass table. Erin’s wolfish ears perked up above her light-coloured hair, the furry appendages leading the turn of her head, “Mister Blackwolfe…” she started.

Amile twisted to watch them enter with a scowl that transformed her face. It was not a kind expression, her eyes burning as she growled out Blair’s name. She laid a hand on Erin’s arm and the woman stepped back to give her space, “You know that your pack privileges have been revok-”

Blair cut her off with an urgent bark, “We need to speak with you regarding the murders.”

Many thanks to @zooloo2008 for inviting me to be part of this blog tour.

About the author

Janeen is an Irish author born and raised on the scenic Causeway Coast. Curious, and with a great love for adventure, Jan spent her childhood climbing trees and talking to her imaginary friends, many of whom have now found a home in her writing. She has a bachelor’s degree in advertising and works for gaming companies around the world. She is a lover of all things fantasy and aims to bring some magic to the places that she visits in her writing. Portstewart, Dublin and Chester City each feature prominently in both her travels and her writing, and her stories often draw from real life places that have captured her heart.

As an ultramarathon runner, Jan often writes on the go, using her trusty phone and stylus to craft scenes that come to her after hours on her feet. She lives with her husband, Liam, their Border Collie-Cross, Zarya, and their Guinea Pig, (Peek-A) Boo, who they all fear will one day take over the world!

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