The story: Men will fight wolves, and men will triumph . . .
1981 – Assassins stalk the streets. They kill dozens of men, women, and children on one cold night of murder – and then they disappear, unidentified, untraceable. The authorities cover-up the deaths and they remain unsolved – no one claims the victims. Who were they, who ordered their deaths, and why did they die?
1999 – Bodyguard John Thorn catches a trespasser on former government minister, Sir Adam Templeton’s estate. The stranger is a naked woman, covered in the blood of three slaughtered guard dogs. But how could such a frail girl butcher such powerful animals that were trained to kill? Thorn will risk his career and his life to find the answer to this, and many other questions. But the girl and her motives remain a mystery. To all but Sir Adam Templeton and his ruthless son, Michael. Sir Adam knows that she is part of his family’s history. Michael knows that she can be part of his family’s future. He has plans for the girl. Plans that will awaken a dormant power. Plans that will unleash a monster. And only another monster can stop his dark conspiracy . . .
The critics: Maneater is infused with vice: greed, and power and Emson flexes his literary muscle to convey just that. He’s plausibly set forth a tale of two ancient bloodlines warring for countless centuries, waging their battle in flashbacks and in contemporary London. Maneater is like no other werewolf tale you’ve read recently. A lonely werewolf girl, Laura Greenacre is not. She’s nothing like … any other shifter you’ve been exposed to. Instead she is a ravening beast, ruled purely by instinct, and dead set on revenge. The battle of Trafalgar Square, Emson’s climax to the book and by far the best treat, is absolutely gripping. Maneater is a fresh infusion to the genre, ruthless, bold, and immensely entertaining. Fiendishly Bookish
Laura is gory and gorgeous, beauty and the beast, the stuff that dreams (and nightmares) are made of. Male readers will find her extremely attractive, and women readers will admire her for her attributes and attitude. Sheila Merritt, Hellnotes