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New Release : Wolfblood

It’s been a long time coming, but I finally have a new release!

Bookcover for Wolfblood by Kim Knox

Wolfblood

Magick and Monsters : Book One

I wasn’t supposed to want him. Need him. My wolf. My blood-mate.

A wolf-less runt like me wasn’t supposed to do or want a lot of things.

Yet, here I am out on a rare moon in the wet and the dark, hunting down the man who was the other half of my soul.

No matter the cost.

Excerpt

“Arrogant, stupid, selfish…arsehole!

I clacked my teeth together before more bitter words broke from me. Because this was fucking idiotic.

And freezing.

I pulled at my scarf, urging the thick wool around my neck and tucking my chin and nose into its warmth. The huff of my breath still escaped, forming a white mist, and I shivered. Around me the wood was thick-black, heavy with the spike of dense branches and no hint of the silvered moon that gleamed in the chilled sky.

My torch cut a white light through the darkness, picking out gnarled tree roots and the wet stink of fallen leaves. Little animal feet skittered away from its brightness through the leaf-litter and I tramped on. No attempt made to be silent as I huffed and swore and my heavy boots snapped over twigs and rotted bark or sloshed through sucking mud.

Why should I be quiet?

I wasn’t the one hiding.

No, I was heading into a dank and freezing forest instead of being wrapped up in blankets before the drugging heat of an open fire, or sinking into an old and comfy chair in the local pub, or…well, anything other than hunting for the big, hulking coward that was Kerr Lennox.

My supposed blood-mate.

I thought…I thought expressing my interest would be a sensible conversation before the moon took him. Well, maybe not sensible. I had declared his argument, his position…crap, after all.

But something where there was warmth, a fire. Tea. Wine, if it was going well.

Not…this.

My belly twisted, the fear pushing up through the bitterness to catch my heart in an old pain. The one pinned, however unwanted, under everything. That he…he would rather face a withering and lonely death than bind himself to me. Be with me. Because…because I was broken.

You can buy it in at these links and it’s also free through Kindle Unlimited.

Amazon US :: Amazon UK :: Amazon CA :: Amazon DE :: Amazon AUS

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…