Blog Tour + Giveaway: Wolf at the Door (Wolf Winter #3) by T.A. Moore

Welcome author T.A. Moore as she hosts today's blog tour stop for paranormal series finale, Wolf at the Door (Wolf Winter #3)! Read more about the latest from the trilogy and don't miss an extract of a first draft of Dog Days (Book #1)! Plus, she hosts a $15 Amazon gift card giveaway!

Title: Wolf at the Door
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release: 27 Oct
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wolf-Door-Winter-TA-Moore/dp/1644057190
Dreamspinner Link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wolf-Door-Winter-TA-Moore/dp/1644057190

Blurb:
Sequel to Stone the Crows

A Wolf Winter Novel

Home.

For Jack and Gregor, the exiled Wolf Princes of the Scottish pack, it’s someplace they never wanted to leave. For Danny, who fled as soon as he could, it’s someplace he never planned to return. As for Nick, pathologist and carrion bird, he has nowhere else to be.

It offers only one thing—the Old Man’s help in putting down the bloody-handed treachery from the prophets who dogged them all the way from Durham. The twins’ father is many things, not all of them kind, but not even the prophets would cross him.

But when they finally arrive home, they find the Old Man gone and the prophets’ puppet installed in his place. Outnumbered, bereaved, and haunted by old mistakes, the four of them must discover the prophet Rose’s plan before it’s too late. As the stakes rise and the cold settles into their bones, they find that the old fairy tales hide horrors under their pretty words.

In the Highlands, Fenrir has stirred, and he’s hungry.

The prophets have always said that a Wolf Winter is red as blood—but they never said whose.



Tour:

 

Author Visit

First of all, thank you so much for having me! I’m thrilled to be here with the blog tour for Wolf at the Door, the final book in the Wolf Winter trilogy.

The final book. Wow. I am half-excited and half-maudlin about this. It’s a good book, and a good ending. Or, at least, I think so. Hopefully everyone else will agree. Still, endings. It’s always a bit scary to see them coming.

So, I thought for this final blog tour I’d go back to the beginning and the very first draft of Dog Days with some never before seen extracts.

Extract from the First Draft of Dog Days by TA Moore

(Author’s Note: Originally there were a few wolves from the Scottish pack who’d thrown their fate in with Jack and followed him down over the wall. They didn’t last too long, but honestly I loved them. Especially the twins, who were feral little teenagers and Danny was far too good with!)

With the farm given over to Danny’s people, the wolves had denned for the moon hunt in a pub. Five of them, some skinside, some not, sprawled on torn cushions on the floor or perched on the scarred, scorched counter. Piles of broken glass, freshly swept from the dust and scratches, glittered in corners. The smell of alcohol - malt and fruit and juniper - had soaked into the wood and bricks beyond any cleaning.

A small, neat woman with a sleek brown bob and soft hips sat at a table, playing cards with a fat, inked man in worn leathers. Two russet coloured wolves sprawled in front of the door, with the legs and lank of adolescents.

It occurred to Danny that an adolescent might be foolish enough to break the Numitor's laws about attacking humans, and clumsy enough to fail at the kill. They smelled wrong though, popping candy sweet and pine.

The fifth was an old, blind man who sat the bar smoking a joint with declawed stumps. The dog stopped, ears down and tail clamped. A foot in his rump scooped him over the threshold, hopping gracelessly over the boneless near-pups in the door.

‘Our Prince returns,’ the old man said, through a cloud of bluish smoke. ‘And the dog with him.’

‘Our dog,’ Jack said. He stepped inside and wrenched the door shut behind him, closing out the weather.

The red wolves finally stirred themselves to get up, all angles and odd whorls of hair. One of them lifted his tail and peeled its lips back to the gumline, while the other stuck its head under the dog to stick a cold nose into its groin. Experience told the dog that dealing with puppies, or adolescents that behaved like puppies, was easier with hands.

He shrugged skinside and onto his feet, palming the nosy wolf’s head and shoving it away. He ignored its posturing twin. As a dog he was at the bottom of the pecking order by default, a wolf trying to establish dominance just looked foolish.

‘Or we could go with Danny,’ he said. Water dripped off him, puddling around his muddy feet. The world fuzzed around the edges as his eyes went human and short-sighted again. He tried not to squint and give it away. ‘Just to stop all the other local strays turning up when you yell.’

The woman playing cards folded her hand and laid it down on the table. She stood up, something curdling around her scent as she looked him over.

‘What would it matter?’ she asked. ‘One dog’s the same as another.’

‘Lorraine,’ Jack growled. The displeasure in his voice rippled through the room, making everyone but the blind man drop their gaze to the floor.

‘Apologies,’ Lorraine muttered, insincerity rick in her voice. ‘The dog is clearly very special.’

‘He could be yet,’ the blind man said. ‘Our destiny is set under Selene, but some destinies are stronger than others. They can draw the lost into their train.’

Author Bio:

TA MOORE


TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, ‘she’d laugh at a bad thing that one’, mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA Moore studied History, Irish mythology, English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.

Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.

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