Toni Cox's Second Birthday Deal

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Toni Cox’s Second Birthday Deal

14th to 20th April 2020

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As it is still my birthday month, I have decided to put another of my books on special. Grab it between the 14th and 20th of April 2020, and dive into some paranormal romance, with mystery that will keep you guessing until the very end.


The Wolf of Ashford Manor


You can also grab the prequel to the book here, for FREE.

The Wolf





The Wolf of Ashford Manor


Angelica - beautiful and shy. Patrick had to have her.

But… would she be able to tame the beast within him?

Patrick Blakesley, born to a bloodline of werewolves, returned from the war a changed man. His wolf side grew, too. Mentally, he was shaper. Physically, he had become the Alpha his father always knew was deep within him.

His life was perfect.

In an instant, everything changed.

When the town of Ashford was besieged by a sudden spate of murders, suspicions fell on Patrick. His secret was out, and it was easy to think he was responsible.

This was no time for love.

But Angelica saw the man behind the beast. Driven by obsession and locked in passion, they pursued each other, and Patrick learned Angelica was more than just a pretty face.

Would their recklessness put them both in danger?

Or, were they strong enough together to discover the true beast and tame it, before all of Ashford perished before its wrath?

From the international bestselling author of the Elemental Trilogy comes a Paranormal Romance that will keep you guessing until the very last page.

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Patrick stood at the edge of the precipice of white cliffs, and gazed out over the ocean, staring at the distant continent across the water; the ship he had stepped off earlier was already out of sight.

Too long had he been away from home.

He now turned his back on those distant shores, burying deep within the memories of the last three years. He strode out powerfully, his long legs steeled from the years in the war. He had miles to go to Ashford and would not reach it for several days.

There would be inns along the road, and he hoped to find accommodations there for the nights.

After a good day’s march, Patrick readjusted his weighty satchel and stepped off the rutted road to allow a wagon to pass. The two heavy draught horses snorted uneasily as they went by him.

He looked up into the sky and realised night would be upon him soon.

Good sir,” he called out to the driver, “would there be an inn close by?”

Not for another twenty miles, ‘m ‘fraid.”

The horse nearest to him exhaled nervously, and the driver shifted his attention away from Patrick.

Stepping back, Patrick cast another look heavenward. Wispy clouds sailed across an orange tinged sky as the sun began to set in the west. Soon the moon would rise.

Leaving the driver to calm his horses, Patrick turned away from the road and headed towards the nearby forest. A vein in his neck throbbed at the thought of spending the night within the confines of the dark trees before him.

He walked deep into the woods, well out of sight of the road. At a pebbly creek, he hung his satchel upon a high branch of a tree before slaking his thirst with the cool water.

As the light faded, Patrick gathered firewood and made a fire pit with rocks from the riverbed. He put dry moss and kindling in the centre, and then stacked some logs around it, but he did not light it.

Instead, he removed his clothing, folding it neatly and arranging it next to the fire pit. His

clothes were worn and faded, but clean. Although muscular, his tall body was made of clean lines, long legs and a broad chest. Years of war had made him lean and tough.

Naked, he cast an approving glance over his sparse camp and then walked away from it. Over the years that he had been away, he had learned to control himself. It had not always been easy, and until even a year ago, there were occasions where he could not trust himself. Today, however, he was in control.

Away from his camp, with the moon rising over the forest, his naked body distorted, changing shape with agonising contortions.

Breathing heavily, the werewolf’s fur bristled in the cool evening air, and he raised his snout to taste the scents on the wind.

Tonight, he would hunt.