Yes, I’m still fiddling about with covers…

Lightning in a Bottle

Rebecca Marwood is trapped in her guardian’s house, but something in the night draws her to the fire and steel of his exotic menagerie. And there she finds freedom in the strangest of places…

A short, steampunk and very naughty story you can buy from any of these places

Excerpt

My guardian had always thought me ignorant of the goings on in his house.

A vapid girl, alone in the world, who never noticed the dark robed men arriving in the dead of night. Or one who never wondered at the hints of sage and frankincense that drifted through the passages of his London town house in the early mornings. I knew, had known for quite some years that Henry Bellasis, Viscount Fauconberg was a warlock. And that he now planned to draw me into his world by offering my virginity to a stranger.

I wrapped my fingers around the great brass key, the pitted metal warming against my skin as I stood in the shadowed passage that led to the cellar door. The place where my guardian had bound his great secret.

Rumours from the footmen over the past week had run that Henry kept a dragon in the arched rooms that also housed his collection of metal automata. A great beast that steamed and groaned and licked fire into cook’s little parlour when the wind blew north.

The maids shared darker stories as they made the beds or took a pan and brush to the ashes in the hearths. The dragon bound in the cellar did more than steam and groan. One maid had blushed scarlet and admitted in a rushed whisper that her dreams were full of a great, dark beast. A wicked beast…with a wicked mouth.

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A rather nice review

It’s been *gulp* five years since Thrones of Desire released, but it’s always nice to get a review. Here’s the mention I get:

Also striking is Kim Knox’ [sic] At the Sorcerer’s Command, a tale of richly-sustained atmosphere and suspense in which a taboo sex act becomes a catalyst for a near-impossible feat of magic.

You can read the full review here

And At the Sorcerer’s Command is now available to buy on its own.
At the Sorcerer's Command

Miar is her people’s only hope to defeat the sorcerer who has besieged her home.
She has an unusual talent. She’s a soul-catcher, able to twist any soul to her will.
And Varun, the man who must guard her, is willing to use her and her gift anyway he can.

You can buy it in these places:

Amazon US : UK : DE : CA : AUS
iBooks : Kobo : Scribd : Barnes & Noble

Excerpt

The air reeked of blood and tar, wrapping around me, mixing with the distant flared hiss of fire. I shivered. I should’ve been in my master’s rooms, hunting through ancient scrolls for a defence against the sorcerer, Kiritan. Not here, lost in a sea of tents flapping in cold, night winds. The creak and thwack of the timber-framed mangonels ran ice through my blood. I wasn’t a soldier. Far from it.

Panic whipped my nerves, my heart beating hard. I hadn’t volunteered for this sortie. I was an apprentice, barely that, with the first swell of magic in my blood. But I’d also shown another skill. A skill the Duke’s new paladin, Varun, commandeered as he fought back against the besieging army.

“Keep up, Miar.”

Varun’s low voice cut into my thoughts and he grabbed my arm. His strong fingers bit into muscle, their heat bleeding through the thin sleeve of my shirt. The familiar scent of leather, metal and skin wiped away everything else. He pulled me close and his breath brushed my temple. “You know the drill. Concentrate. Stay close. Try not to be stupid.”

I stiffened. “Then you should’ve left me behind.”

His grin burned, the heat of his mouth taunting me. There was that hint of a growl and it hollowed my legs. “I’m not letting you go, Apprentice Miar.”

His words sank into my belly, shoving aside my fear for a much darker want. I’d lusted after Varun from the minute he’d appeared in the Hall of Magic. Not that I could have him. My untouched body was promised to my master when my studies were complete. Payment for his skill and time.

Varun had only been weeks in the fortress. And I should never have met him. He did not believe in magic.

Kim Knox – Romance with a brew of sex, magic darkness and technology…