Cover Love: Painted Promise

My email has been evil this past week and so I didn’t get this in my inbox until EC’s art dept sent it again asking if I’d seen it…but I have it now *grin*

Painted Promise is a part of the Alluring Arts theme.  Here’s the unofficial blurb:

Thirza Girard is a clone.  Her mirror image founded a thousand year dynasty that spans the quadrant.  The Girard family power is no accident.  The original Thirza did a deal with an alien, a Tashen-Dar, who could manipulate probability.  He changed reality so that Thirza and her descendants are favoured with opportunity, the chance, if they grab it, of achieving great wealth and power. However, it comes at a cost.

Paint – an organic technology – binds the alien, Zaid, in the bowels of the planet. Paint has captured him as an image for a thousand years.  The time of binding is almost at an end and Thirza Girard’s clone must pay the price for the power her family has enjoyed.  She must rebind him, capture him again in paint, or pay another, more carnal price.

A sale to Ellora’s Cave! Painted Promise

EC contracted Painted Promise, an SF erotic romance.  It was the first sub to a new editor, so I was knuckle-gnawing at this one, lol  Here’s the unofficial blurb:

Thirza Girard is a clone.  Her mirror image founded a thousand year dynasty that spans the quadrant.  The Girard family power is no accident.  The original Thirza did a deal with an alien, a Tashen-Dar, who could manipulate probability.  He changed reality so that Thirza and her descendants are favoured with opportunity, the chance, if they grab it, of achieving great wealth and power. However, it comes at a cost.

Paint – an organic technology – binds the alien, Zaid, in the bowels of the planet. Paint has captured him as an image for a thousand years.  The time of binding is almost at an end and Thirza Girard’s clone must pay the price for the power her family has enjoyed.  She must rebind him, capture him again in paint, or pay another, more carnal price.

Reviews for Warflesh and Satin Spar

Some very nice reviews :D   JERR’s Warflesh  review makes me want to read it! lol

Title: Warflesh
Author: Kim Knox
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Reviewer: Jennifer Leigh
Rating: 4.5 Stars
Heat Level: O

Fina Brodie has been genetically engineered by her government to serve a specific purpose – to give the ultimate pleasure.  She is sent in when her special brand of “negotiation” is required to complete treaties.  The Emperor has sent her to Kian, Lord of the Tir, for a public sex ceremony to facilitate securing access to spice-water, an incredible aphrodisiac.  She is horrified to learn that her escort for this mission is the one man she has always loved but could never have, Jonathon Raegh.  Unbeknownst to Fina, he is meant to participate in the ritual with her.  What secret plans do the people of Tir hold for Fina and Jon?

Let me start by telling you to just go ahead and get the fire extinguisher and a bucket of ice before you start reading.  Trust me – you’re going to need it!  The heat from Fina and Jon is there right from ground zero and it quickly builds into an inferno.  As interesting as Fina’s story is, Jon is the one I really got caught up in.  Right away he hits you with his smoldering passion and you can’t help but wish it was directed towards you.  Jon is a man full of passion.  Combine that with a woman made for sex and throw in a heap of unrequited love and you’ve got quite a conflagration.  It’s not just sexual hunger that exists between the two, but magnetism stemming from a lifetime of love and desire for each other.  Finally, thanks to this mission, their long-denied attraction is no longer forbidden.  The sex was incredible.  Thanks to the effects of spice-water, the foreplay starts just a few pages in and it doesn’t take long before the passion and buildup between Fina and Jon explodes.  Once they get to the ceremony it just gets hotter with an unbelievable ménage scene.  This story ishot, hot, hot!!!, yet you still get your HEA. This is what sci-fi erotic romance should be.

And Satin Spar reviewed by Long and Short Reviews

Satin Spar by Kim Knox
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy
Length: Short (64 pages)
Heat: Hot
Rating: 4 Books
Reviewed by Fern

A prehensile tail has its advantages…

Scar’s marbled skin and stunted tail aren’t all that make her stand out. Her Caraniae DNA has a strange effect on the male of the species, which makes her career as a pilot perfect. The less interaction she has with people—with men—the better. She won’t risk her wayward pheromones bonding her forever to one man.

Then there’s her boss’s new bodyguard, Anthony Tyler. The pure-human is tight-lipped about his sketchy past. He also seems determined to work her prehensile tail off.

Once imprisoned and drummed out of the Corps for conduct unbecoming, Tyler is intrigued with his ship’s unheard-of, human-Caraniae hybrid. He spent his career fighting her kind, but when a message from home throws Scar into a tailspin, he finds himself drawn to help her in any way he can. Even if it means risking life and limb to help her sweat out her anger.

Their sparring session turns into something else. Something wildly sexual. Something so wrong as to be suicidal—if Scar’s father discovers she’s bonded with anyone other than the husband he’s forcing her to marry…

Satin Spar is a racy sci-fi lover’s delight that engages the reader and stimulates the imagination. Kim Knox has created something wholly unique that is both hot and captivating, ensuring a reader will maintain an interest in the characters, the plot, and keep going to discover what is sure to be an unpredictable conclusion.

I have to confess that I wasn’t sure what to think about Scar initially. She’s not your typical heroine, but rather is a hybrid of races. The fact that she has a stubby tail threw me off from time to time, although I openly confess that it’s an issue others probably won’t even bat an eyelash at. Physical attributes aside, she’s smart, willful, and determined, which are essential characteristics when you want a strong female protagonist.

As for Tyler, well, he’s all human male. Sexy, hot, primal. I couldn’t get enough of him, and couldn’t wait until he caved to his desires and claimed Scar as the female he refuses to share. It was interesting to see a man snared by the “mating” scent for a change, and I loved the new slant Ms. Knox created in bringing two very different people, from two very different worlds, together.

There is plenty of angst and tension along the way for our hero and heroine, and the journey proves to be a thoroughly enjoyable ride. I loved the world, the creatures, the fantastical elements and rituals, and the characters who bring it all together. Fans of sizzling hot sci-fi will devour Satin Spar from beginning to end. The writing is fantastic, the concept is original, and the chemistry between Scar and Tyler will leave you breathless.

Enthusiasts of the fantasy genre, take note, and be sure to put Satin Spar on your TBR list. You get the heat, you get the passion, and the result is a very memorable, and entertaining, story.

EM: New Release Monday

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HER DARK SOUL

Is my first full length erotic romance fantasy.  You never know, it may even get into print.  I have everything crossed. :)

A man trapped by magic, an enigmatic guardian, and a virgin who will bind them all…

Ordered to secure a precious box from the priests of Fausta, Marek isn’t told a virgin ward is part of the deal. Ash’s innocence and need drive him to touch her, taste her, to take the twisted power in her flesh and energize his own. But hidden players force Marek into doing something unthinkable.

Lucas’ soul has been trapped for four hundred years. His new master demands he invade Ash’s dreams and take her virginity. If he does, the treasure she guards will open. He’s happy to obey. However, he finds her guarded by a man unlike any he’s known in his long life.

Ash should deny the fire in her blood, remember who and what she is, but something inside her finds both men irresistible. As their lives intertwine, they’re driven to find pleasure, using their unique blend of sex and magic to fight an enemy who would consume them all.

And here’s a short excerpt.  You can read another, longer excerpt here.  You can buy it here

Her Dark Soul
(c)2010 Kim Knox

Marek stopped. He released her hand and white, stinking light shrouded his fist. He pressed his knuckles against a set of heavy, blue-painted doors. There was a dull thunk and the doors swung inwards. The light died around his fingers and he took her arm. “Inside.”

Her stomach knotted and not from the harsh bite of hunger. She stared along the corridor into the dimly lit atrium. This was her life now, in this house, with this stranger.

“Don’t worry, Ashsara.”

She had to ask. “Was my name on the scroll? Does the emperor know who I am?”

“Yes.”

Marek pushed her up onto the wide doorstep and then into the shadowy coolness of the hall. He pushed the door closed behind him. The heavy thud made her heart jump. Marek stood behind her, almost pressing his body into hers, and eased back the heavy hood of her cloak.

Ash sucked in a sharp breath and all the memory of him, of his taste, of the curl of his fingers against her most intimate flesh, rushed her. His lips found her ear. Ash shivered and she fought down the quick, hot rise of need in her veins. She closed her eyes. Her wild attraction made no sense. Was it simply her time in the temple making her susceptible to the first hard male body she met? Her fingers curled into fists, her nails digging into her palm. Dwelling on Marek’s beauty? No, not a wise thought.

“Sweet as you taste, I think I can resist you.” He paused and his breath heated her skin, the pulse low in her belly seeming to fill all her senses. “Well, almost.” He smiled against the shell of her ear and her heart squeezed. “I have need of you now.”

Marek skimmed down her shoulder until he took her hand again, his warm, callused fingers pressing into her palm. He tugged her forward and she stumbled after him, her heart beating too hard.

The walls of the corridor were a blur and Marek skirted the atrium pool, leading her into a small room. He pushed her back until her calves hit a low bunk. “Sit.”

She obeyed him. The warm darkness pressed against her and she tried to stare through it, listen for movement, her body expecting Marek’s touch, fearing it, craving it. She gasped at the sudden arc of burning white light. It illuminated him as he stood beside an oil lamp hanging low on the smooth wall. Darkness swept around them again before another spark dipped into the glass bowl. Soft light filled the room, casting brown shadow into the corners.

The first pull and stretch of the leather strap and buckle on his tunic knotted her hands in her lap. Another followed and another. It was the loudest sound in the room, rising above her pounding heart, short breaths and the crack and hiss of the wick in the lamp. Marek shrugged off the tunic and dropped it over a wooden chair tucked against the wall. He tugged at his loose, linen undershirt and pulled it over his head.

Ash pressed her thighs together, but it did nothing to ease the hard pulse of her flesh. The golden light caressed his hard-muscled torso and her mouth dried. The need to run her mouth over him in quick kisses, to trace and tease her tongue along the silver scars criss-crossing his skin filled her, and her awakened imagination ran wild.

Marek tilted his head and ran his fingers down his chest. “I can feel your need building.” His eyes narrowed. “It’s powerful, wild. Yes, I can see why the priests made you a ward for this box.”

She wanted to look away from him, see where he’d placed the box he’d hugged to his body—and hers—since leaving the temple, but she couldn’t. She could only stare at his mouth, her own lips burning, eager to find him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Is that a part of your power? This ignorance?” He took a step closer and the need to snap at him for his insult died on her tongue. Marek stroked her jaw, his thumb pressing against her bottom lip. He traced its edge. He was a dark shadow looming over her and it quickened her pulse. “Then I must be careful with you.”

“Marek…”

She almost groaned his name and Ash didn’t know whether she was asking him to stop or for him to…what? Her imagination failed her. She knew nothing of men, had only caught brief glimpses of slaves, as the eunuchs kept a careful eye on all of their wards.

Marek tilted her chin up and he bent, dipping his mouth down to hers. His lips hovered, the tiny distance he kept between them driving need and frustration in a wild rush through her body.

“What would you like me to do, Ashsara?” His voice soft, deep and so very…male…fluttered her eyes shut. His hot breath teased her parched lips. “Kiss you? Or would you like my mouth on your body? On your breasts? Between your thighs?”

A gasp escaped her at the thought of Marek’s hot mouth kissing her in such an intimate place.

“Ah yes, that’s what you want.” His smiling words brushed his lips against hers. “I’d kiss you, let my tongue tease over your flesh, curl and bury itself deep inside you. Oh and then I’d fuck you so slowly. So thoroughly.”

His words burned through her, stirring the hot beat of her blood. Already the powerful surge that he had brought to her in the atrium of the temple rode fast through her body. Her breathing came hard and she fought the wild wave that would burst out against him and leave her boneless and still aching.

“Imagine me there.”

She bit out a silent curse against him, because she could see him between her bare, parted thighs, the slow movement of his dark head, his callused hands gripping her pale skin.

“Feel me there.” And both of his hands lifted the heavy material of her cloak. He skimmed his fingertips along her thin shift and then his palms rested hot against her legs. His thumbs pressed into soft skin and with a hard grin, he parted her thighs.

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Her Dark Soul ~ Available Now!

A man trapped by magic, an enigmatic guardian, and a virgin who will bind them all…

Ordered to secure a precious box from the priests of Fausta. Marek isn’t told a virgin ward is part of the deal. Ash’s innocence and need drive him to touch her, taste her, to take the twisted power in her flesh and energize his own. But hidden players force Marek into doing something unthinkable.

Lucas has been caught in gold for four hundred years. His new master commands him to invade Ash’s dreams and take her virginity. If he does, she’s breached and the treasure she guards will open. He’s happy to obey. However, he finds her guarded by a man unlike any other in his long life.

Ash should deny the fire in her blood, remember who and what she is, but something inside her finds them irresistible. As their lives intertwine, they’re driven to find pleasure, using their unique blend of sex and magic to fight an enemy that would consume them all.

There’s a long excerpt, here.

And you can buy Her Dark Soul, here.

Ellora’s Cave Free Read: Hunting Evander is out!

Narda is on a hunt.

Her target, Doran Van Evander has holed up on a mining planet. But her hunt won’t be simple or easy. Planet Lisala-7 is in the grip of a festival, one they’ve made compulsory. Five days of licensed debauchery and now with her body on fire from the touch of strangers, she must find her target before her time runs out. Failing is not an option. But in this game, who is the hunter and who is the prey?

The link is here

And Her Dark Soul has a cover!

A man trapped by magic, an enigmatic guardian, and a virgin who will bind them all…

Ordered to secure a precious box from the priests of Fausta. Marek isn’t told a virgin ward is part of the deal. Ash’s innocence and need drive him to touch her, taste her, to take the twisted power in her flesh and energize his own. But hidden players force Marek into doing something unthinkable.

Lucas has been caught in gold for four hundred years. His new master commands him to invade Ash’s dreams and take her virginity. If he does, she’s breached and the treasure she guards will open. He’s happy to obey. However, he finds her guarded by a man unlike any other in his long life.

Ash should deny the fire in her blood, remember who and what she is, but something inside her finds them irresistible. As their lives intertwine, they’re driven to find pleasure, using their unique blend of sex and magic to fight an enemy that would consume them all.

Sales and other happy things

Sunday was a bit of a mad day.

I got an email saying that TOUCH OF A DRAGON had reached the next round of the Loose Id Hot Hooks contest.  I now have to finish and polish that story to within an inch of its life by 1 Feb 2010.

I got another email from my EC editor, saying yes, she’d love to contract my fantasy menage novel HER DARK SOUL :D  The contract is winging its way across the pond as I type.  You can get a sneak peek of the story further down in my blog.  Here’s the link.

Then I sold SHAPES IN THE BLOOD to Loose Id.  Yep.  On the same day!  The contract is keeping the other one company, lol Here’s the unofficial blurb for Shapes.  I’m still working on the Her Dark Soul’s blurb.

Aila Parry is a disaster waiting to happen.

Bad luck dogs her, has followed her all her life, ever since her grandmother’s heated warning when she was only three years old. Food spoils, metal stresses and breaks, equipment fails…and people are wary of her, forming strange hatreds, or worse shunning her completely. Men run scared. Which is why her colleague, Nathan Ahern’s, interest stuns—and delights—her. But Nathan is not all that he appears to be. And the only need he has for Aila is the desire to spill her blood. Matt Kinnon, a tempting stranger, a man compelled to guard the human race from creatures like Nathan, offers her protection.

But can she trust a man who is as much a demon as the one who wants her dead?

And the fourth piece of good news I got was from Samhain.  Weaving Words will be offered as a Kindle freebie from 15-28 December.  So a nice little Christmas present for all new Kindle owners :D

Warflesh ~ available now!

warflesh_msrFina Brodie is warflesh. Enhanced by her government to bring ultimate pleasure, her negotiation skills secure anything her superiors want. The choice of pleasure she offers has always been hers. Until now. She’s not meeting Kian, Lord of the Tir, to negotiate for their mysterious spice-water. She’s payment.

And she’s not alone in bringing pleasure to the mysterious Tir leader. The man Kian has chosen to join them in the very sexual, very public spring festival has long headed her “never ever” list. Add the spice-water, which is rocket fuel to her already highly evolved libido, and it makes her reactions to Jonathon Raegh all the more dangerous.

But the Tir have a hidden agenda, and as the aphrodisiac qualities of the spice-water ignite long-suppressed lusts, all is revealed to Kian, Fina and Jon in the heat and passion of the arena.

Reader Advisory: Let there be no confusion. The spring festival is a sexual feast between two incredibly sexy men and one very lucky woman. Get the ice water ready!

Buy link and Excerpt

Warflesh has a cover :)

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Warflesh

Releases 13 November 2009

Fina Brodie is warflesh. Enhanced by her government to bring ultimate pleasure, her negotiation skills secure anything her superiors want. The choice of pleasure she offers has always been hers. Until now. She’s not meeting Kian, Lord of the Tir, to negotiate for their mysterious spice-water. She’s payment.

And she’s not alone in bringing pleasure to the mysterious Tir leader. The man Kian has chosen to join them in the very sexual, very public spring festival, has long headed her “never ever” list. Add the spice-water, which is a rocket fuel to her already highly evolved libido, and it makes her reactions to Jonathon Raegh all that more dangerous.

But the Tir have a hidden agenda, and as the aphrodisiac qualities of the spice-water ignite long-suppressed lusts, Kian, Fina and Jon find it in the heat and passion of the arena.

Reader Advisory: Let there be no confusion. The spring festival is a sexual feast between two incredibly sexy men and one very lucky woman. Get the ice water ready!

The link to the excerpt is here

And I spent the morning making a trailer…

Buy link and read an excerpt here

Ruthless Beauty releases today!

ruthlessbeautyRachel Sutherland loves control—her job, her life and the men who pass fleetingly through. Yet she aches for someone who doesn’t care about who she is, who would take her for his pleasure and hers. Shame that man is only a fantasy.

Jareth is a fae, bound to the mortal realm by a curse, and he needs Rachel. His curse has always meant a woman’s pleasure must come before his own, but to break his curse he must force a woman to submit to his needs. Rachel is that special woman, one found after centuries of searching.

Now Jareth forces her to find pleasure in ways Rachel never thought she could. A pleasure that could prove more dangerous than she ever believed possible.

Reader Advisory: Is deliciously wicked forced seduction your fantasy? Then prepare to sizzle as a sinfully handsome fae works his sensual magic in Ruthless Beauty.

Read an excerpt here

You can buy it here

And my EC author page is here

Ellora’s Cave website seems to be down, so the above link is the Jasmine Jade site :)

The Warflesh blurb here!

I got the bare bones of the blurb together and my EC editor, Suz added the sizzle *grin*

Wow, these things are hard to write.  Give me a 7k sex scene any day! lol

Warflesh blurb

Fina Brodie is warflesh. Enhanced by her government to bring ultimate pleasure, her negotiation skills secure anything her superiors want. The choice of pleasure she offers has always been hers. Until now. She’s not meeting Kian, Lord of the Tir, to negotiate for their mysterious spice-water. She’s payment.

And she’s not alone in bringing pleasure to the mysterious Tir leader. The man Kian has chosen to join them in the very sexual, very public spring festival, has long headed her “never ever” list. Add the spice-water, which is a rocket fuel to her already highly evolved libido, and it makes her reactions to Jonathon Raegh all that more dangerous.

But the Tir have a hidden agenda, and as the aphrodisiac qualities of the spice-water ignite long-suppressed lusts, Kian, Fina and Jon find it in the heat and passion of the arena.

Reader Advisory: Let there be no confusion. The spring festival is a sexual feast between two incredibly sexy men and one very lucky woman. Get the ice water ready!

Excerpt Monday: Warflesh – sneak peek

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WARFLESH – by Kim Knox

Here’s a sneaky peek at my latest novella for Ellora’s Cave. No date yet, it hasn’t been edited and I think it’s only me, my editor… and now you who’ve read this… *grin*

Short blurb

The emperor of the Hatrailt is old, dying and he needs spice-water to stay alive.  He will sacrifice almost anything to get it…and that includes Fina Brodie

Fina is warflesh.  Enhanced by her government to bring ultimate pleasure, her negotiation skills secure anything her superiors want.  The choice of pleasure she offers has always been hers.  Until now.  She’s not meeting Kian, Lord of the Tir,  with her guard, Jon Raegh, to negotiate .  She–they’re–payment.

Excerpt

The warm scent of his skin taunted her and she focused on every breath.  She had to, because the need to surge forward and take his luscious mouth consumed her.  “This is a part of the mission, Jon.  We drink the water and we…resist.”

“Resist?”

Her flesh tightened at the promise in his question.  He moved closer, his hands sliding over the smooth leather of the seat, bringing his tempting mouth so much closer to hers.  She swallowed and couldn’t stop her instinct to lift her face to his.  “As I said—”

“I could take you right here, right now and no one would have to know.”

Jon’s warm breath brushed over her lips and she groaned.  It had nothing to do with her reawakened longing for him.  Nothing at all.  Her years of training had evaporated under the force of a too pretty face and an alien drink.  “Captain…”

“This isn’t whatever the hell was in that water.”  He fixed his gaze on her mouth and her lips parted involuntarily.  “Had a senior Captain not been on the deck, I would’ve pushed you up against the hull of this transport and fucked you.”  His thumb traced over her jaw, her chin, the contract electric.  “You wanted that.  You want me.”

Her throat tightened, the thud of her heart too loud in her ears.  This wasn’t the Jon she knew. No, the spice-water had him in its grip.  The painful memory from the darkened alley reared again, of how she had witnessed the heat die in his eyes.  She’d thought to grab her chance after he’d been called up to the Antilles Squadron as she was unlikely ever to see him again.  But Jon had pushed her away, stood back and coolly said he was sorry for giving her the wrong impression.  The memory pricked at her growing need.  Seven years and the pain of his rejection still twisted her insides.  His desire for her was false.  And it stabbed at her, more than his disinterest ever could.

She forced out her answer.  “No.  It never occurred to me.”

“Liar.”

Fina straightened, her fingers pressing the cup hard into her palm.  She needed something to distract her, but even the pain of the cold metal into her skin didn’t work.  “I don’t appreciate being called a liar, Captain Raegh.”

His eyebrow lifted.  “I could use my mouth for things other than accusation.”

“Our orders are to drink only.”

“Really?”  His thumb drew light across her bottom lip and the simple touch pulsed hot under her skin.  Her tongue tip flicked against his thumb tip and he sucked in a quick, harsh breath.  “Why?”

“Orders are orders.”

His thumb slipped away, but his fingers splayed over her cheek, her neck, tangled in her hair.  His lips almost, almost brushed hers.  It forced her heart into her throat and she couldn’t breathe.  “You’re an ambassador.”

“Today.  Most other days, I’m a grunt.”  And that was an unwanted truth.  She had no power, no say in her mission.  She pulled in air and his breath mixed with hers, sweet, wanted and her spine arched, closing the millimetres that separated their mouths.  Her lips touched his and her chest hitched.  Jon’s fingers curled in her hair and his slow tasting of her upper lip, the light graze of his teeth pulled a low moan from her.  “We…shouldn’t.”

“Who’s to know?”

The question sank through her and the little cup in her hand bit hard into her palm as she squeezed it.  “Lord Kian would…”  His tongue teased over her lip and she tilted her head, drawing them closer until her mouth covered his.

Fina closed her eyes and listened to the wild beat of her heart.  What the hell was happening?  How could a simple, almost chaste kiss have her blood pounding and her flesh tight?  And a kiss would hardly be considered a breach of his orders.  Wouldn’t it?  It had to be, because she couldn’t pull away.

The thought of pushing for more peaked her nipples. Jon.  This was Jonathon Raegh, a man she had ached for.  She teased her tongue against his and his fingers curled, fisted into her hair, his moan mixing with hers.  Damn, he tasted…incredible.  Just sweet and hot and unlike any man in her long, long career.  Fina deepened the kiss and it was just a kiss, nothing more. Harmless.  Innocent.  She broke her grip away from the cup to trace light fingertips along his smooth, warm jaw, to ease into his hair and urge him closer, harder.

“This is resistance?”

His question, rushed, wild burned through her and she took his mouth again.  Couldn’t help herself.  His taste was addictive.  Just a kiss.  Harmless.  But not innocent.  Not this time.

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State of the nation…

I know, I’ve been a blog slacker again.  Blame the evil Twitter, I do, lolol

Anyway, what have I been up to?

As of today, the hobbits go back to school, so I have by days freed up and I can write–and not surf, honest.  Though Frodo’s future in the school is still up in the air.  Why am I surprised?  It’s been uncertain from the second day… ;-)

I’ve got some writing groove back.  I subbed Emergence to my editor and I’m waiting impatiently for a reply *grin* At the minute, I’m writing a fantasy; haven’t written one of them since Skin Magic and I’m quite enjoying it.  It’s a virgin menage.  I know, I couldn’t believe it either when my heroine decided she was ‘…untouched…’  I also have a demons story on the go that is set in Demon’s Desire‘s world.  My first sequel of sorts.  I also have a super-duper-top-secret project I’m working on… *shhh*

And…the hobbits are up and I must get breakfast :)

Sale! Warflesh to Ellora’s Cave

No more details than this at the moment.  I still have to polish a blurb, bad me.

But it’s a SF erotic romance with menage…and they had a lot of fun :D

Chosen One releases today!

Chosen One CoverA wickedly delicious dessert. A dark and mysterious man. A woman who can resist neither…

One of many trained tasters to the sovereign, Ceta Lars doesn’t want to be chosen. Compounding Ceta’s fear of the unknown is her attraction to Iason, the sovereign’s paladin. For years, her glimpses of his dark perfection have tantalized her, stolen into her dreams, filled her thoughts with wild, erotic fantasies. Except he’s the one man she can’t have.

The sovereign’s sentient female ship has other ideas. Her hungers rule and she wants Ceta and Iason. Together. One taste of the creamy ambrosia of her creation, and her two reluctant lovers will come together in a fire of scorching, orgasmic lust and passion that neither can deny—that could destroy them both.

Read an excerpt here.  And you can buy it from Ellora’s Cave or Jasmine Jade

Excerpt Monday: Consort rated NC17

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November Eve. The Hunt Ball. And to prove her right to rule, Tate must capture a mate. It should’ve been simple. Snag a vampire barely turned and have him kneel and swear devotion to her. But Fate has other plans…and one of them involves the powerful son of the ruling Queen.

Jager, a vampire she’s hungered after for years, allows himself to become her prey. But with his promise of sinful, wicked pleasure comes a catch. Jager only wants her as his slave. Nothing more.

Tate has no plans to bow down to him…until Jager shares a shocking truth with her. Suddenly Fate is playing hardball.

Excerpt: Consort
(c) 2009 Kim Knox

Jager stalked me, catching up with my fast pace. His boots echoed over the old, damp stone. “Don’t worry, Tate, you’ll be escravo. My escravo.”

My laughter rang around the stone walls. “I’m on the scent of three fresh, young tanao. I’m sure they’d be eager to please and welcome the prestige of being a queen’s consort.”

“This is all hot air.” Jager’s soft, deep voice flowed through the silence of the stone corridor. “You’re hunting me, Tate. No boy with the grave-soil still clinging to his skin would satisfy you.”

“I’m hunting you?” I glanced back. The hot glare of a spotlight washing white light over his features, created a stark, shadowed mask of his face. “Do people usually hunt by walking away from their prey…at high speed?” I smirked at him. “You, I have no interest in. Too old, too hidebound,” my smirk grew, “too used to being your mother’s lapdog.”

He growled, the white gleam of his fangs making my gut tight. No one had the right to be that beautiful, and the primitive part of me, my beast, demanded I stop right there and jump him.

“Lapdog?”

I stopped and turned. The fury rolled off him, a thick wave of anger that surged through me. I willed control and kept the sharp grin on my face. “Aren’t you?” His dark eyes gleamed with fire and a hint of his primitive self watched me. I felt it. The heat of the beast at his heart, glorious, ancient. My own beast ached to growl, to sink sharp fangs into his heart and make Jager ours.

I soothed it with promises. Brute force wouldn’t win a man like Jager. He had to be played, as he planned to play me. The rewards if we won almost had the beast purring. But the danger if we lost terrified me.
Tilting my head, I softened my smile and saw the mistrust flitter across his features. “Now, run along, Jager. I’m sure there must be something in ancient lore about hounding a reiver like this.”

“You touched me.” The distance between us vanished and his body heat swept over me. He took my hand and pressed my right index finger to his lips, the contact running a shock under my skin. His mouth curved into a smile and satisfaction swept off him. “Feel that connection? You marked me, Tate.”

I traced the edge of my thumbnail under his lip. My heart thudded as my mind raced. Already, Jager had backed me against the cool stone of the corridor wall. His height blocked one of the spotlights, throwing his face into heavy shadow. His heat and scent wrapped around me and I tried to ignore the sudden rush of need that had my nipples hard and aching. “Hardly a mark,” I said, very aware of how close his mouth was to mine. I wet my lips and the soft liquid growl escaping him pulsed need low in my belly. His erection pressed hard against my abdomen. “More of a smudge. You’re grabbing at any excuse, aren’t you?”

“Bluff all you want, Tate.”

Heavy hands slid over my hips to pull slowly, inch by inch, the silk of my gown up over my buttocks. The constant brush of light fingers against my ass, the rush of cool silk against my skin and Jager, holding my gaze with a promise of such wickedness… My heart thudded and the ache intensified. I wanted him. And he knew it.

“Let me have you.” The soft words brushed against my lips and my body melted under him. Clever fingers caressed my skin, sketching lazy patterns, edging over each cheek. They slid further, slipping and playing with the damp curls between my thighs. Slow strokes and the tip of his finger pressed, pushed… I gasped as he sank into my tight, hot flesh. His finger stilled. “Let me in and I promise, I promise you such pleasure. An eternity of pleasure.”

He pressed little kisses over my jaw, edging down over my neck to the pulsing artery just below my ear. Fangs pushed against my skin, hard, sharp, pinpoints of assured ecstasy. So simple just to give in. My power as a queen, the heavy burden of it, I could let it all devolve to him and have no fears ever again.

Thoughts of Jager blanketed me, the surge of him in my mind, my flesh, all consuming. Two natural-born vampires… The sex would be incredible. I tugged at his belt, buttons, my fingers finding the solid heat of his cock. Jager’s head jerked up. He bit and laved his healing tongue over my throat, jaw, lips, my mind dizzy from the burning points of bliss. He stared at me, the beast in his eyes flared, and I circled my thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.

His arms tightened, trapping me against his body. “Say you want me, Tate.”

It would be so easy to fall under his spell, and it was a spell. A heady magic that had trapped seven women down through the centuries. Seven. My beast railed against that. Share my conquest with other women? I didn’t share. I was a queen.

My gripping fingers slid down and then up and Jager started to pump into my hand. He growled, the soft, skin-tingling sound brushing warm over my lips. Jager buried his face in my neck, fangs almost, almost breaking the skin. His fingers stretched and pushed, eased deeper into my flesh. In and out, mirroring the slide of my palm over his cock. I crushed my eyes shut against the tight knot of desire in my belly, the hollow ache of my flesh, the need I had to shift my hips and sink onto Jager’s thick cock and ride him ’til I screamed. My beast growled, the escaping sound pushing Jager’s fingers deeper, his thigh shoving up hard against my pubic bone.

I could ride him and find complete bliss—just like all the others.

The beast within wrapped around my conscious thoughts. We hunted for ourselves, not to share Jager with weak-willed women. The growl I released then stilled him, a snarl of possession, of power. “Kneel.”

“No.”

I pulled my hand away from his cock and wiped my palm and fingers on the tail of his shirt. Pushing out, I loosened his arms and his fingers slid from my wet flesh. I stepped away from him, and eased my silk gown back over my exposed skin. My beast sat low in my soul, feeling nothing but pity for Jager, and I let that feeling show as I glanced over his disheveled clothes. He tucked his damp shirt back into his trousers and resettled the smooth material of his jacket over his shoulders.

I lifted my chin. “I release you from the mark.”

“You can’t do that, Tate.”

“I can do anything I bloody well like, I’m a queen.” And I turned from him. The air still burned with the scent of desire, need, and drawing it into my lungs, I wanted nothing more than to fuck Jager. But my beast and I were in agreement. Jager could fuck himself before he fucked us.

“You will kneel before me.” His voice echoed over the stone walls, raw, hard and the ache to taste his power burned through me. I resisted. “This isn’t over. Before dawn, I will have you.”

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Jasmine Jade

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Mel/Alexia Reed, Urban Fantasy (R)
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Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG)

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AJ O’Donovan, Poetry (PG13)
Stephanie Draven, Paranormal Romance (PG 13)
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Babette James, Fantasy Romance (PG 13)

Cynthia Justlin
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Kaige, Historical Romance (PG 13)
Julia Knight, Fantasy Romance (PG13)
Ansha Kotyk, Middle Grade Adventure (PG13)
Adelle Laudan, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)
Jeannie Lin, Historical Romance (PG 13)
RF Long, YA Paranormal (PG13)
Caitlynn Lowe, Epic Fantasy (PG13)
Shawntelle Madison, Paranormal Romance (PG 13)
Crista McHugh, Contemporary Erotic Romance (PG 13)
Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG)
Leigh Royals, Historical Romance (PG 13)
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Jax Cassidy, Contemporary (R)
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Ali Katz, Erotic Paranormal Romance (R)
Aislinn Kerry, Fantasy (R)
Inez Kelly, Fantasy Romance (R)
Cherrie Lynn, Contemporary Erotic Romance (R)
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Rebecca Savage, Romantic Suspense (R)
Fae Sutherland, Contemporary Erotic Romance (R)

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Evie Byrne, Erotic Historical Romance (NC17)
Ella Drake, Erotic Contemporary (NC17)
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Excerpt Monday – Demonic Attraction – NC17

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This is a rather naughty snippet from my release last week – Demonic Attraction It’s EC Exotika – I still can’t quite believe I wrote one of them, hehe.  This story is m/f/m with a HEA :)

Excerpt Monday

Blurb

Anya Sigurdson is counting down the days. Alone, working on an array orbiting a distant moon, the isolation is seriously cramping her access to sex. Until her remaining thirteen days are up, her own fingers will have to do—or so she thinks.

The Damianos have other plans. Coming from a race of pure energy, the Damianos seeks pleasure in flesh and have an unusual talent. They can fracture into as many lovers as Anya needs. She is a joy, a rare find, and they intend to enjoy her, love her every chance and every way they can. But to keep her they need something else, an anchor, another body to fix them in her dimension.
And a prime candidate is on his way.

Excerpt – NC17
(c) 2009 Kim Knox
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Anya drew the oxygen-rich air deep into her lungs and let out a slow sigh. The first chamber, a large domed room deep in the interior of the platform, burst with plant life, the golden light of a new morning creeping over the curved blue ceiling. She ran her fingers over the soft leaves of the nearest plant. Small buds promised flowers in a few short days.

She focused and pushed through the first row of dense planting to the monitoring equipment buried in the wall. She palmed the plate, waiting for it to slide back. The soft hum of the revealed tech mixed with the rustle of vegetation and the whirr of insect life. Her practiced eye scanned the pulsing organic instrumentation. “Working well today,” she murmured, pressing to move the plate back into place with a familiar hiss and clunk.
Her body jerked forward, thumping into the wall, and a half cry escaped her. A hard torso pressed against her back and a boot kicked her legs apart.

“Wearing flesh. It’s been a while.” The soft voice sounded like Thain Alder…but underneath, Anya knew that hint of a growl and then she tasted it, the bitter burn of coal.

She twisted her head to look behind her and the physicist grinned at her, something confident, possessive and not like the man she’d left behind in the refectory. Well, not until that scorching final stare… “Damianos?”

“You wanted us to take you in front of them.”

Heat scalded her cheeks. Yes, only Damianos would know that embarrassing thought. “I did not.”

His hands slid over her breasts and pulled at the tabs securing her uniform. He slipped teasing fingers inside to circle her nipple.

Anya’s forehead pressed against the smoothness of the wall, needing to deny the low pulse in her belly. “You can’t do this. Just…wear…someone else.” She moaned, but didn’t fight him as he pulled the uniform over her shoulders, exposing her to the warm, damp air. “Is he…there…?”

“No.” Warm lips pressed to her shoulder and he drew in a heavy breath.

“You’re ours, not his.” The words tightened her pussy and she swallowed. Open-mouthed kisses chased over her skin and Anya wanted more, wanted them to fuck her again.

“This is insane,” she murmured as Damianos used his borrowed hands to strip the rest of her uniform from her body. Fingers teased over her ribs, up to her shoulders until he gripped her arms, urging them up. His fingers ran over her skin until his hands flattened hers to the wall above her head.

“Completely insane.”

There was the soft click of opening buttons. His heavy cock nudged against her ass, and Anya drew in a sharp breath. “Do you want us to stop?” he asked

“Now you’re the crazy one.”

His laughter brushed hot against her neck, the smooth nap of his service suit soft against her bare skin. A slow hand slid over her hip, exploring, playing until his index finger dipped and teased her clitoris. She gasped and it pushed further. Anya felt Thain’s smile against her skin. “You’re so wet for us, so ready.” His other hand slipped though the cleft of her ass and the press of his smooth cock, pushing hot against her pussy, had a hollow, needy ache coiling tight.

Thain groaned, Damianos’ growl underlying it as he slid deep into her pussy, filling her. His free hand found her breast, cupping, tweaking an aching nipple, making her push back against him as the need for him to move rioted through her.

“Damianos…” Their name was almost a moan. And then he pulled back, and pushed hard into her, grunting at the effort. Her fingers curled tight against the smooth wall. She wanted nothing more than to feel them, feel all of them in the warm, damp air of the sealed chamber where she could scream her release and no one would—

“Thain, what the hell are you doing?”

Croft’s sudden barked question froze her, but not the pounding of Thain’s hips, the tight pinch of his fingers over her nipple, nor the fingertip that rasped against her clitoris. He had to stop but… The knowledge that Croft watched seared fire through her flesh. Damianos growled against her skin, the hard slap of his hips against her ass, his defiance had her hot and there, just…

Orgasm smashed into her. Anya bit at her lip to stop the scream that wanted to tear from her throat. Her head dropped and she crushed her eyes shut against the sudden wave of embarrassment. Now she had to face the fallout of being found naked with a man she’d only known for half an hour.

“Turn her.”

Anya’s stomach dropped. That didn’t sound like… Thain pulled free of her body and with his hands steady on her hips, guided her trembling body to face the pilot.

Nathan Croft gave her a hard grin that matched the one she’d seen on Thain’s face. His gaze slid over her nakedness and she didn’t miss the excited gleam. “Did you enjoy the idea of being caught, Anya?”

Thanks for reading! :)

Links to other Excerpt Monday authors to are here.

And I’m openly pinching Jeannie Lin’s excellent warning: I have not checked all of these sites so please heed the ratings provided and be aware that the excerpts may contain content not typical of this blog.

Mel Berthier, Urban Fantasy (PG 13)
and
Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG)

Joining us this week:

Kinsey W. Holley, Paranormal (PG)
Caitlynn Lowe, Epic Fantasy (PG)
Dara Sorensen, Paranormal (PG)

Babette James, Fantasy Romance (PG13)
Christina DeLorenzo, YA (PG 13)
Nika Dixon, Romantic Suspense (PG 13)
Bryn Donovan, Paranormal Romance (PG13)
Kaige, Historic Romance (PG-13)
Julia Knight, Fantasy Romance (PG 13)
Adelle Laudan, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)
Jeannie Lin, Historical Romance (PG13)
RF Long, Paranormal (PG13)
Rebecca Savage, romantic suspense (PG 13)
Crista McHugh, Paranormal Romance (PG 13)
Michelle Arroyo, Historical Romance (PG 13)

Jax Cassidy, Contemporary Romance (R)
Maya Doyle, Paranormal Romance (R)
Cate Hart, Paranormal (R)
Ali Katz, Historical Erotic Romance (R)
Inez Kelley, Romantic Comedy (R)
Aislinn Kerry, Paranormal Romance (R)
Elise Logan, Fantasy Romance (R)
Cherrie Lynn, Paranormal Romance (R)
Alina Morgan, Urban Fantasy (R)
Vivienne Westlake, Erotic Historical (R)

Stephanie Adkins, Erotic Romance (NC 17)
Evie Byrne, Medieval Paranormal Romance (NC 17)
Kim Knox, Erotic SF Romance (NC17)
Lauren Murphy, Erotic Romance (NC 17)
Kirsten Saell, Erotic Romance (NC 17)

Demonic Attraction releases today

What to do when you get antibiotics that mess with your head…write a wicked story about demons.  This story flowed and it was a lot of fun to write too :)

Be warned it’s a naughty story with an unusual take on m/f/m, oh and there is an HEA demonicattraction_msr*grin*

Anya Sigurdson is counting down the days.

She works on an array orbiting a distant star completely alone and the isolation is seriously cramping her need for sex.  She’s promised herself a wild time on a pleasure planet, but until her remaining thirteen days are up, then her own fingers will have to do…or so she thinks.

Damianos has other plans.  Coming from a race of pure energy, Damianos, seeks pleasure in flesh and has an unusual talent.  They can fracture into as many lovers as Anya needs.  She is a joy, a rare find, and they intend to enjoy her, love her every chance they can.  But to keep her they need something else, an anchor, another body for them to fix in her dimension.

And a prime candidate is on his way.

A link to the excerpt is here and this is the buy link

I’ll update the link to the Ellora’s Cave website when it’s up, but here’s the link to my author page in the meantime :)

Excerpt Monday: Flesh and Shadows – SF Erotic Romance – R

A little snippet from my latest Ellora’s Cave release :)  Enjoy!

Copyright © KIM KNOX, 2009

Buy link: here

“Are you listening to me?” Rand closed the short distance between them.

He stood over her and his scent threaded into her blood. Clean male skin with something under it, a potent heat that brought with it images of the hot, damp jungles, heavy air and predatory power.

“No,” she said, glaring up at him. Light cut across his features and the sinuous line of his black scales glistened. It had to be the venom tearing through her body that kept her heart pounding and her mouth dry. “Mainly I’m stuck on how you poisoned me.”

A smile tugged at this mouth. “We can easily change that. Forget to mention my…corruption,” his lips parted and she could only stare at his teeth as his canines grew and sharpened, “and I’d be more than happy to share the antivenin with you.”

“I know what the statistics are on the success of your cure.”

“From a pure shadow-snake,” he said, his tongue tip touching his sharpened fangs before they slid back into his upper jaw. “The antivenin you’ll receive is synthesized from my venom.”

Niamh pulled in a breath, but no air seemed to expand her lungs. He was too close and his poison had her brain spinning, because she wanted to lick the sharpened edge of his teeth. She crushed her eyes against her insane need and clung to her sense of duty.

“I can’t allow you to remain in charge.”

Rand ran a calloused fingertip over her chin and she shivered. His dark eyes bore into her. Adrenalin surged through her system and she fought for calm. The more she panicked, the faster the venom coursed around her body. Niamh bit her lip and willed her blood to slow.

“I admire your strength,” he murmured, the slow stroke of his finger over her jaw almost mesmeric. Niamh focused on his touch, using it to make her heart ease its fast pace. “I do.” His gaze fixed on her mouth and her pulse spiked. She held down a curse. Why was she reacting to him? “Do you know how shadow-snakes mate?”

Niamh’s breath hitched in her chest. Her thoughts shot back to her illicit dream, to Rand’s mouth hot and moist against her abdomen. “I’ve no interest in it.”

He leaned in, his breath warming her flushed cheek. “It’s all about the bite.”

His words had her skin prickling. She swallowed and tried not to feel the cool brush of his hair against her skin. Rand’s lips moved so close to her ear she ached to tilt her head to his touch.

“The male sinks his teeth into the soft throat of the female,” he murmured, his words falling against her skin as his lips eased over her throat, still not quite touching. “With a single bite, he penetrates and brings her to ecstasy.”

“Over so soon?”

She felt his smile in the change of air against her skin. “That’s the snake. Not me.”

Niamh blew out a slow breath. His intoxicating scent wove through her senses, disorientating her further. She couldn’t think, only feel the heat of his body pressing over hers, each breath prickling her skin and his lips so close to touching that everything in her ached. “What are you doing to me?”

She crushed her eyes. Stupid to admit that she was completely unnerved. She was a field service agent, the face of the central government in the quadrant. Now one man, with simply a dash of an alien reptile, had her thrown.

Rand’s soft laughter pulled at her and his finger traced down her throat to the open neck of her blouse. He skirted above the swell of her breast. Niamh’s pelvis tightened, wanting to deny the ache, the way Rand’s calloused fingers excited her skin. “Unlike the snake that bit me, I like to play.”

Links to other Excerpt Monday authors to are here.

And I’m openly pinching Jeannie Lin’s excellent warning: I have not checked all of these sites so please heed the ratings provided and be aware that the excerpts may contain content not typical of this blog.

So, to kick it off, your hosts:

Mel Berthier, Urban Fantasy (PG 13)

and

Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG)

Joining us this week:

Christina DeLorenzo, YA (PG 13)

Bryn Donovan, Paranormal (PG)

MG Braden, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)

Babette James, Fantasy Romance (PG 13)

Cynthia Justlin, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)

Kaige, Historical Romance (PG 13)

Adelle Laundan, Contemporary Romance (PG 13)

Jeannie Lin, Historical Romance (PG 13)

RF Long, Paranormal (PG 13)

Crista McHugh, Paranormal (PG 13)

Dara Sorensen, Paranormal (PG)

Evie Byrne, Historical Romance (R)

Grace Draven, Fantasy Romance (R)

Cate Hart, YA- Paranormal (R)

Aithne Jarretta, Paranormal (R)

Inez Kelley, Contemporary Romantic Comedy (R)

Aislinn Kerry, Paranormal (R)

Cherrie Lynn, Erotic- Contemporary Romance (R)

Alina Morgan, Urban Fantasy (R)

Stephanie Adkins, Erotic- Supsense (NC 17)

Ella Drake, Sci-Fi Romance (NC 17)

Annie Nicholas, Sci-Fi Romance (NC 17)

Kirsten Saell, Erotic – Fantasy (NC 17)

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