Blood Moon Rising by Amelia Faulkner
Series: Tooth & Claw #2
Source: Review by Request
Copy provided by Author
My Rating: 4.5 of 5 Stars
A pack in turmoil. A ray of sunlight. A moon that demands blood…
Tooth & Claw, Book 2.
Randall Carter is in love. If only he could say it to Ellis’ face, but he’s been too busy – or too much of a coward – and now he may never get that chance. With the threat of a blood moon looming in the night sky his Alpha is on the warpath against both a new pack invading his territory and the vampire lover he ordered Randall to destroy.
Ellis O’Neill’s problems are mounting fast. Randall’s Alpha wants to kill him, a vampire neighbour invites him to join some sort of coup, and his secrets are stacking up like firewood waiting for a single spark to set them ablaze. The last person he expects to betray his trust is the man he’s fallen in love with.
Torn between love and obligation, Randall soon realises that he can’t satisfy both. He’ll have to choose, but the cost may well be more terrible than he can imagine.
This book was wonderful!
His passions had always been swift to rise up, whether for art or men, but Randall had proved himself to be something else entirely. A whole new level of desirable Ellis hadn’t ever experienced. He craved Randall so intensely that his thoughts always turned to the werewolf in he had even a moment’s peace and quiet.
If you’ve read the first book in the Tooth & Claw series, you probably don’t need me to encourage you to pick up the second book. Blind Man’s Wolf was wonderfully entertaining, and I couldn’t wait to read the continuation of Ellis and Randall’s story. Blood Moon Rising was everything I wanted in a sequel and more!
More character development,
More delightfully witty banter,
More deliciously steamy sexytimes,
More interaction with Randall’s Pack,
More Back-story on Ellis’ family dynamics,
More fabulous Romance between Ellis & Randall,
& More juicy details about London’s paranormal politics…
Yes, I think it’s safe to say I’m a little in love with this series…
“It isn’t childish to stand up for yourself.” Randall smiled bitterly. “It’s the exact opposite.”
We spent the majority of this book with a focus on Randall’s pack. In the previous book, Blind Man’s Wolf, it was abundantly clear that Randall’s relationship with his London Werewolf Pack was toxic. Randall is mistreated and bullied, his Alpha is a total asshole, and the more time he spends with Ellis, the less he feels obligated to withstand his Pack’s abuse.
Werewolves are erratic and violent during the full moon, being near one’s Alpha alleviates these urges, and that’s why Randall has been forced to withstand the abuse of his Pack. However, our MCs have discovered that Ellis seems to have the same calming affect that Randall’s Alpha has.
When had his existence become so fraught? He kept to himself, ran a quiet and inoffensive business, and while he might have been lonely at least he hadn’t been threatened by gigantic werewolves or harangued by vampires.
Our Blind Vampire Art Dealer was kind of a badass in this book. He was clever and fearless as he stood toe-to-toe with Randall’s Alpha. Ellis even revealed a damning secret about himself as a show of good faith to Randall’s pack in order to assist them with a rival pack.
Ellis steps in as mediator between two Werewolf Packs with Randall at his side. The odds are completely stacked against them. The wolves are territorial, blood has been spilled, and the rare Blood Moon hangs over London and threatens to overpower the frayed patience of all wolves in the city.
What really has me excited is that there’s so much more left to explore with this series. There’s all the craziness with the O’Neill family – they have no idea Ellis is a Vampire, and there’s the whole enormous debt owed to Ellis’ father…
There’s a mysterious and powerful Vampire in London who has been trying to kill Ellis repeatedly. Seems like that guy has some plans to come after Ellis again in the near future…
Plus, there’s a ton of Vampire and Shifter politics going on, which makes for fascinating reading. I can’t wait to find out what this series has in store for us next!
Side Note: I’m still hopelessly in love with Ellis’ Personal Assistant, Jay. He’s freaking adorable and has some of the funniest lines in the whole book.
“Uh, I hate to disillusion you, Jay said, “but PA’s have got to be pretty smart to keep all the balls in the air. The figurative ones. Not the literal balls. That would be some kind of circus act, not a PA.”
OK, so maybe I love Jay so much because I’m a PA in real life (My non-professional-reader, Non-Bloggy life), and I like to be reminded that there are more people like me out there. Wearing the serious veneer of the corporate professional while keeping a fun attitude and a slightly twisted sense of humor.
We’re typing your memos and reading dirty books on our iPads in the breakroom… 😉
Randall didn’t wake until almost noon. Sleep hadn’t come quickly or easily, and once he was up he still couldn’t calm down.
Thank god he didn’t have clients today. He was a wreck.
He paced his apartment, then it reminded him too much of Briar so he left to wander the local market. But it was too busy, too many people pushing and shoving, too much shouting from the stallholders, and it all grated on his nerves so he went home again.
What time did Ellis wake up?
Randall didn’t really know. He didn’t want to text in case the vampire had a set hour for waking up. He didn’t want to spoil Ellis’ sleep.
He’d text later.
So he cleaned his flat. He reorganised his books. He checked his emails and wasted time online and fidgeted through channels on the television while trying and failing to play games.
His chest ached. His stomach roiled. He felt sick. He missed lunch, and when dinner time came around he missed that too.
He needed Ellis.
Randall had nobody to talk to about the chaos rampaging through his thoughts. His mum and his brother might carry the recessive gene but they weren’t shifters themselves, so talking to them about his pack woes was off the table. Only Ellis knew what he was and could listen to his problems.
He took out his phone, but couldn’t bring himself to write a text message.
What would he say? Hey. I love you, but I keep pushing you away. Please let me come over and unload on you, then leave again without telling you how I feel.
Randall tossed his phone onto his couch and growled at it.
I love you.
Why was it so fucking hard to say? Would admitting it out loud make it any less true? Of course not. Would it make Ellis happy to hear it? Probably! The vampire was more than comfortable with his own feelings and desires and had no trouble telling either of them to Randall.
Randall had seen Ellis be attacked. He’d been right there, inches from the fight, and watched in horror as Ellis struggled against a man dead-set on killing him. He’d been terrified in that moment that he would lose Ellis forever, but it seemed like now that the urgency was gone there was no pressing need to say the words.
He’d meant to say them last night. He’d got himself at least in a position where he was willing to try to say them.
Randall snatched his phone up, then ditched it again.
Those words would make it real, wouldn’t they? And what if that was the problem? What if Randall didn’t want it to be real?
Nightfall. He’d wait until nightfall. He wouldn’t be able to see Ellis before then anyway, so there was no point contacting him until the sun set.
About the Author:
Amelia Faulkner was born in the rolling green countryside of Oxfordshire, and moved to London once she was mostly grown up. She has a degree in Computer Science, and spent quite a long time working with computers until her childhood love of writing could no longer be ignored.
Since then she has written for corporate clients and personal pleasure, and finally stepped away from office-bound working in 2011 to freelance from home.
Amelia is also a keen photographer and film-goer, and resides in the city (not the City) with her husband. She is notoriously camera-shy.