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Title: Dog Days
Author: TA Moore
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Release Date: 09/09/2016
The world ends not with a bang, but with a downpour. Tornadoes spin through the heart of London, New York cooks in a heat wave that melts tarmac, and Russia freezes under an ever-thickening layer of permafrost. People rally at first—organizing aid drops and evacuating populations—but the weather is only getting worse.
In Durham, mild-mannered academic Danny Fennick has battened down to sit out the storm. He grew up in the Scottish Highlands, so he’s seen harsh winters before. Besides, he has an advantage. He’s a werewolf. Or, to be precise, a weredog. Less impressive, but still useful.
Except the other werewolves don’t believe this is any ordinary winter, and they’re coming down over the Wall to mark their new territory. Including Danny’s ex, Jack—the Crown Prince Pup of the Numitor’s pack—and the prince’s brother, who wants to kill him.
A wolf winter isn’t white. It’s red as blood.
I suppose it is a bit predictable for a Brit to write a book about weather, but there you go! Dog Days is my first shifter novel and I had a blast writing it. I love the characters, obstreperous little sods though they could be when I needed them to behave, and the setting in Durham is one I have a lot of time for. So, welcome to my dystopian Winter Wonderland, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
And to whet your appetite, here’s an exclusive ‘Dog Treat’ set before the events of Dog Days.
Danny sat at the old man’s kitchen table and quietly sweated his discomfort through his stained t-shirt. It wasn’t the first time he’d been in the house, but he’d always had a reason to be there before. Dropping off the mail he’d picked up from the farm, bringing the sports pages up, collecting money to pay the farmer for using the truck.
This was disconcertingly close to being social.
Jack grabbed his chin and tilted Danny’s head back, studying his face in the smoky yellow gaslight. Some of the houses were hooked up to electricity, but the old man had never had the patience to put up with that.
“You’ve bruised,” Jack said, rubbing his thumb along the edge of Danny’s cheekbone.
“I do that,” Danny said, squirming under the attention. “It’ll heal.”
Not as quick as Jack would have, but quicker than his glasses. When Lach had hit him the leg had broken off. The pieces were lying on the table, Danny fidgeted with them blindly as if pretending to be busy would make this less…
“You know you’re a dog?” Jack said. “Doesn’t matter who you fight, you won’t make rank.”
Danny wrinkled his nose. “If I was looking for rank, I’d not fight Lach,” he said. Jack cuffed him around the ear. It didn’t rattle his teeth. Danny ducked his head and sat back. The chair dug into his back, the edges pressing against his shoulder blades. “I won the fight.”
“You sound like Gregor,” Jack said. “On his ass, spitting out teeth, still swearing he won.”
“You said it, I’m a dog. Lach doesn’t get any credit for beating me,” he said. “All anyone will remember is that a dog made him squeal.”
Ma had taught him that, hauling him out of the dirt where she’d put him. “You might not come out of a fight with all the teeth you went into it with, boy,” she’d said, “But sure their blood is on the teeth you’ve got left.”
There were some things that you didn’t learn from books. At least, not the ones you could get from a school library.
Even without a clear view of him, Danny could feel Jack studying him.
“And I thought you were just a pretty face, Danny Dog.”
“I’ve got a pretty good ass too.”
Jack snorted out a rough laugh at that. The curve of his mouth made Danny “It’s not bad,” he said. “I could make sure they left you alone.”
It took longer than Danny liked to admit to get out, “I can take care of myself.”
“Pride goeth before getting your ass handed to you,” Jack warned him. He sounded more admiring than anything else though. Not that Danny deserved that. He wanted to take the offer of protection, to tuck himself into Jack’s shoulder and stick there.
Except he couldn’t get used to that. He’d always be a dog, but he’d not always be here. He couldn’t get used to having someone fight his battles for him.
“I don’t need your protection,” he said. “I’m a dog, not a human.”
Jack cocked his head to the side. It was a sharply lupine gesture on a human frame, lacking only the flop of pointed ears.
“Are all dogs as stubborn as you?”
Danny shrugged. “I guess.” He grabbed his glasses, folding the broken frame in his fingers, and stood up. “I know my place. It’s not under your paw.”
The lazy grin that Jack gave him was cocky as hell, as he stood up. “Not where I’d put you.”
It was impulse. Danny knew better, but if he couldn’t have one thing he wanted then he’d have the other. Before anyone could try and tell him that’s what he wanted, so he had to buck the traces on principle. Still clutching his glasses awkwardly in one hand, he cupped the other around the back of Jack’s neck — cropped hair prickling against his fingers — and kissed him.
For about two seconds. Then Jack growled smugly into his mouth and took the kiss back.
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About the Author
TA Moore genuinely believed that she was a Cabbage Patch Kid when she was a small child. This was the start of a lifelong attachment to the weird and fantastic. These days she lives in a market town on the Northern Irish coast and her friends have a rule that she can only send them three weird and disturbing links a month (although she still holds that a DIY penis bifurcation guide is interesting, not disturbing). She believes that adding ‘in space!’ to anything makes it at least 40% cooler, will try to pet pretty much any animal she meets (this includes snakes, excludes bugs), and once lied to her friend that she had climbed all the way up to Tintagel Castle in Cornwall, when actually she’d only gotten to the beach, realized it was really high, and chickened out.
She aspires to being a cynical misanthrope, but is unfortunately held back by a sunny disposition and an inability to be mean to strangers. If TA Moore is mean to you, that means you’re friends now.
Dog Days Blog Tour Dates
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September 5 – Oh My Shelves
September 6 – Joyfully Jay
September 7 – It’s About the Book
September 9 – Prism Book Alliance
September 11 – Love Bytes Reviews
September 13 – Boy Meets Boy
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