Author: Kim Knox

USA Today Bestselling Author, Kim Knox brews sex, magic, darkness and technology in a little corner of North West England. You can find me in all of these places: www.kim-knox.co.uk www.facebook.com/kimknoxauthor www.twitter.com/kimknox

Hailey Edwards’ SOUL WEAVER and contest!

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Stopping by today on her blog tour is  Hailey Edwards. Her new book, SOUL WEAVER is out now, so enjoy an excerpt from it and comment to win a book from her backlist!

Since the accident that nearly took her life, Chloe suffers from acute agoraphobia. Living alone above her family’s bookstore, she spends restless nights terrified by strange visions . . . until a mysterious stranger appears and offers her salvation. Chloe is drawn to the ethereal, gorgeous Nathaniel—but her haunted soul warns her there is more to him than meets the eye.

An archangel who roams Earth collecting souls of the newly departed, Nathanial is the sole witness to the accident that should have taken Chloe’s life. Seduced by the purity of her soul, he defies Providence by saving her life. But his attempt at kindness marks Chloe for damnation, and makes her an unwitting pawn in a game of unholy ambition. Now together they must fight the demons of Hell itself—for a love that defies the boundaries of Heaven and Earth.

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“If you’re asking me to choose, I choose you.” His lips brushed over hers. “I always will.”

“You’ll leave when this job is over,” she said. He couldn’t deny the fact.

His eyes flashed dark. No longer warm tropical waters, they were storm tossed and forceful. When his smile came, it held a sharp edge. “I’ll take you with me.” He nipped at her lips, forcing them open so his tongue could dip inside.

Her eyes closed to better enjoy him. Desire roared to life between them, fanned the flames low in her belly until they licked along her insides.

Leaving wasn’t a possibility. When things cooled between them, he would realize she must stay. The break up would hurt, but they would both move on when his job was finished. He would return to his world while she remained here, in hers.

She groaned beneath his lips and he smiled against her mouth. God, she would miss him.

He traded his hold on the window for her. Cupped her shoulder, then smoothed down her back. Fisted the fabric of her shirt and tugged until his palm flattened against her spine, skin to glorious skin. She moaned into their kiss, leaned farther, reached for him, grabbed his belt loop, and tugged him flush against the wall, against her.

“Did you hear that?” His hand continued its downward trek, fingers teasing the waistband of her jeans and sneaking between the denim and her skin.

“I didn’t hear anything.” She nipped his bottom lip, slid her hand around his hip and into his back pocket. When she squeezed, his groan vibrated through their lips. Her other hand was making its way toward his other pocket when she heard it too—a familiar sharp, buzzing sound.

He broke their kiss. “You don’t hear that?”

Of all the times for Neve to arrive, this was the absolute worst. “It’s the doorbell.”

“You’re expecting someone this late?” As if remembering, he nodded. “Neve, right?”

“Right.” Chloe withdrew her hand from his back pocket. She didn’t even cop one last feel. It seemed kind of rude given the moment had passed. “You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.”

“Thanks, but I should go.” He traced over the elastic band of her panties. She couldn’t remember which pair she was wearing, but she sent up a quick prayer they were sexy.

The buzzing resumed and Chloe sighed. “I guess I’ll see you Monday, then.”

“Bright and early.” He stole a final kiss and withdrew. “Enjoy your weekend.”

“You too.” Before he turned, Chloe added, “Think about what I said, okay?”

“I’ve already made up my mind.” He sounded certain. “But we can finish this Monday.”

For a minute, her brain hazed over. Finish this? Finish what, exactly? Their conversation or where their hands had left off before they were interrupted?

———————————–CONTEST———————————–

In Soul Weaver, the hero, Nathaniel, traded his angel wings for a pair of shears that can slice rifts to anywhere in the world. Which had you rather have? Wings so you could soar at your leisure or shears that can cut an instant gateway anywhere you want to go?

Tell me which you’d choose and you’ll be entered to win your choice of any title from my digital backlist (excluding Soul Weaver) in any digital format
Contest closes 15 August 2012

 

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Sale to Carina Press! Agamemnon Frost trilogy

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I’m in a bit of a *squee* state as my editor at Carina Press, Deb Nemeth, said yes to my first series with them!

The name might give it away, but the Agamemnon Frost trilogy, is an m/m, not-quite-steampunk romance, set in late Victorian Liverpool. It’s always surprised me that there’s so little steampunk set here, what with it being the second city of the British Empire and all… (My bias may be showing. I live in Liverpool, after all 😀 )

Here’s the blurb for the first novella, Agamemnon Frost and the House of Death.

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The British Empire has changed. By 1891, monstrous machines replace men on the field of battle and with these weapons, the Empire’s grip on its territories strengthens.

Official history says the machines came from a recovered book written by Hero, the mechanical genius working in Alexandria almost two thousand years before. Edgar Mason doesn’t care. He only knows that the machines have landed him back in England to work as a domestic servant. For men like Agamemnon Frost.

He believes Frost to be a dandy, concerned more with the fine cut of his waistcoat than world affairs but there’s more to him than meets the eye. Something about the man triggers Mason’s sharp instincts at their first meeting. Especially the forbidden ones. But those instincts he has to ignore.

Mason becomes swept up in Frost’s world and in a single, impossible night, the man’s dandy facade vanishes. It reveals the heart of a man who will face down England’s most dangerous enemy. No matter the cost.

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The other two novellas are, Agamemnon Frost and The Hollow Ships and Agamemnon Frost and the Crown of Towers.

Yes, there could be a little bit of an Iliad mash-up in there too… 😀

I don’t have a firm date yet, but expect these novellas in 2013. You can read a little Behind the Scenes snippet, here

Six Sentence Sunday ~ Blast from the past…

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I’ve been writing synopses all this week for the Agamemnon Frost trilogy and it would be cruel and unusual punishment to inflict them on people…so here’s a Blast from the Past, instead. It’s Warflesh, an erotic SF menage. 😀

“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…”

As always you can find more sixes, here

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 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!

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Summer Reading Trail ~ Her Dark Soul, first chapter

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Her Dark Soul

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.

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Excerpt:
(c)2010 Kim Knox

Chapter One

They’d sold her.

When the sun broke the horizon, a stranger—a custodian—would come and take her from the temple. Ash stared at the quiet colonnades surrounding the small courtyard. The central fountain splashed water into the pre-dawn darkness and the light breeze swept cool air across the marble floor, bringing with it the familiar scents of chamomile and wild jasmine. She’d taken her first steps between the great ceramic pots lining the courtyard. The memory of the cool marble beneath her bare toes, bright sunlight, the laughter and joy as she toddled to Rani tightened her throat. This was her home.

Ash sank onto a cold stone bench, her thin shift little protection against the chill of the dawn air. She’d grown up in the Temple of Fausta, worshipped the goddess for the good fortune that had taken her from the Street of Cries. Without Rani plucking her from the clutch of abandoned newborns, she would have died like so many other unwanted and exposed babies. Chance had been with her that day.

She ran her hand over her tightly braided hair and the knot in her stomach twisted tight. She should’ve remembered that her goddess was a fickle creature. Continue reading “Summer Reading Trail ~ Her Dark Soul, first chapter” →

Six Sentence Sunday ~ Under the Lion’s Curse 2

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Almost forgot again. This story is finished and subbed, yay. So I’m back onto finishing Kissed Next Year. 🙂 Ah, the joy of writing sex scenes… 😉

 

“…I will fuck you, sweet Thia. Take my pleasure from you in every way.”

His next move was quick, sure and strong. He flipped her over onto her stomach and his large hand caressed her, his thumb stroking over her sex. Thia clutched at the blanket, unable to deny the whimper that escaped her.

“Every way.”

As always you can find more sixes here.

Six Sentence Sunday: Under the Lion’s Curse

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So I sort of have a title for this wip… *shuffles feet* I’ve yet to see if it stays.

I was hoping to have this one finished by now, but the smexxing is slow, then I was bunny-stuck (mainly as a way to avoid writing the smexxy)… Anyway here’s my six:

Kadesh loomed, his hands now planted either side of her shoulders. A mane of hair hung around his face, thickening the shadows. His low growl skittered across her skin and reminded her, at heart, this man was an animal.

He pushed his knee between her thighs, easing them apart. She swallowed, her pulse pounding. “What do you remember, Thia?”

As always, you can find more sixes here.

Six Sentence Sunday: Lions, Eagles and Men, oh my!

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Yes, I still need a title for this short story…can you tell? 😉

Kissed Next Year is quietly brewing, as the first draft is practically done and it needs to rest, so it’s onto this short paranormal wip. 🙂 Here’s my snippet:

Her hand moved, almost of its own volition. It slid up, following the carved perfection of muscle. There too, fur and heat and life pulsed under her palm. It was insane. Yet…she couldn’t pull back.

She leaned in, closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the curved stone line marking the muscle.

As always, you can read more Sixes here.

Bitter Harvest, first chapter ~ for 2012 Summer Reading Trail

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It’s 2050, and humans are an endangered species. Lieutenant Robert Sutton has survived the collapse of civilisation by luck, his wits, and a chance mutation that makes him immune to the nano-virus that has wiped out millions. Now, his compound of survivors is surrounded by the infected, who are driven by the need to spread the contagion through sex. It is only a matter of time before they attack. So when Sutton is assigned to interrogate a prisoner who claims to have overcome the infection, he immediately suspects a trap…

Nicholas Rider may have survived the virus, but he’s a changed man, ruled by his desires. But his need for Sutton is different. Rider craves an end to his overwhelming needs, and Sutton could be the man to do it.

Secure in his belief that he’s invulnerable, Sutton can’t understand or resist his intense attraction to his prisoner. Will Rider be his downfall–or his saviour?

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Excerpt

Chapter One

November, 2050, Tower Hamlets Compound

The White Tower

Sutton stood behind his prisoner in the narrow interrogation cell. He thinned his mouth. The disinfectant sprayed over the man’s body cut the air with the sharp odour of lemon. Sutton hated that stink. It brought with it the memories of too many deaths by his own hand.

The med-techs had stripped the man naked, secured him to the ceiling with thick chains and scanned him for active apian devices. They’d found nothing. So what was he doing with the twisting silver scar of a hive-mark running down his spine?

“Enjoying the view?” The prisoner’s voice was little more than a growl. He stretched his hands, and the chains clanked. “If you’re going to fuck me, get in line.”

“You’ve been marked by apian tech.”

Sutton followed the path of scar tissue as it cut into the man’s muscled back, ending in a fork above his tailbone. His fingertips tingled as he skirted the heat of the man’s skin, close but not touching. The hive-mark followed the patterning from the Karayan-Haig colony, formed in Greenwich in 2037. He gritted his teeth. That pair had combined to produce a fierce and highly infectious nano-virus. The country had lost too many to them. The grey smoke of the dead had burned the air for months.

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