A little break from Frost as Frequency–yes, I really should see someone about these F titles!–was released last week. See the sticky post above this for details 🙂
“Look, Jannes—”
His mouth brushed hers. There was a raw groan…and it came from her. Heat flared under her skin and her body simply wanted to melt. He planted his hands on the wall on either side of her and stayed taut, still.
“Again?”
As always, you can find more sixes here.
Book five in the Planetary Bodies series.
Zev Vertinen has a problem. She lusts after the one man she can’t have—her captain, Frederick Jannes. They have a past—ritualized and uniquely sexual—but for her to remain a pilot aboard the CMC Theseus, they can never touch each other again.
Of course that doesn’t stop Zev lurking to catch a glimpse of Jannes naked, or making him the star of every one of her fantasies. Then sheen engulfs the ship. And the rules that have dictated their lives are changed. Jannes has changed them.
Now he will fulfill another ritual. Hunting her down and making her his. No matter the cost.
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You can also read an excerpt here
At my website there’s a little sneak peek behind the series, Planetary Bodies
Frequency is the last book in a linked series. Books 1, 2, 3 and 4 Magnetism, Friction Current and Energy can be found here.
I’m at about 8k-ish on the this wip now – so nearly half way through. If I’m lucky. And the evil thing spawned two sequel ideas whilst I wasn’t looking. 
Frost scrabbled down the steep dip of the hill. His voice echoed back. “It’s all a part of my plan.”
Mason stared after him as he vanished into the freezing darkness, the tracks in the white frost the only sign of his passing. Behind him, the shouts of men and that dazzling flash of light spurred Mason into following him. “This is a *plan*?”
As always you can find more sixsundays here.
Long time not doing this again, but the end of FURY –it’s subbed, yay–and Christmas, New Year and my birthday got in the way. Anyway, here’s my 6 from a new wip, an historical type m/m with a working title of FROST. Yes, me and F titles… 🙂
The last man he’d had was an officer on the boat back from India three years before. Captain James Garrett. A survivor of Maiwand like himself. Mason had wanted to believe it was trade—Garrett had offered a reference to the registry—but the heat of the man’s sun browned skin, his hardened body as he shoved Mason up against the wall of the cabin and buried his dick in him, had been all about need. Want. Desire.
“As Williams said, sir, I’m a perfect fit.”
As always you can find more Sunday sixes here
Isn’t it nice? Here’s the unofficial blurb:
It’s 2050, and humans are an endangered species. Lieutenant Robert Sutton has survived the collapse of civilization 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’s 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?
This is probably the last post from Fury as I’m getting into the black moment and the end…and I don’t want to give it away 🙂
Which means I have to decide what wip I want next. I’m an addictive wip starter, so it could take time to decide. Anyway, here’s this week’s six.
“I could fuck you.” He grazed her swollen bottom lip with his teeth, the tease of his magic tugging at her soul. “But we have thieves to gut.”
Ava twitched a smile and stepped back from him. She took his hand again. “You say the sweetest things.”
As always you can find more sixes here.
Yes, I’m giving away a copy of GAMBIT on Lex Valentine’s 30 Days of Christmas. Lex is also giving away a paranormal title from her back list.
Captain Chae Beyon is a hustler, a mercenary pilot, a wounded woman who prefers her men to be easily thrown aside.
Daned Traern is a first-caste Ladaian bound by tradition and DNA to protect his race. He’s willing to align himself with the hot space captain if she’ll transport him home in time to ensure the right candidate is crowned—and thus prevent a bloody war.
Disguised as Chae’s sex toy, Daned is erotically bound to her through living gold, alien tech designed to increase pleasure. When he frees himself, their passion only increases…but succumbing to temptation will bind them together—permanently.
But there’s more at stake than their needs. As Chae is dragged into a world of insane princes and sentient stones, hired killers hound them across the quadrant.
And then, as only her lousy luck would have it, Chae must choose between the good of the galaxy and her own heart…
Oh and the Han Solo reference comes from the idea that spawned this book. I was watching Return of the Jedi, with Leia in her little gold slave bikini and was thinking how much better Han Solo would look wrapped up in gold. With a leash… And Daned Traern was born 🙂
And there’s more free stuff!
Back in October, my story, RED IN TOOTH AND CLAW made it into the Just One Bite contest. All the entries are available now as free read anthologies.
The above little story is in this anthology:
Contributing authors:
By: Kim Knox | Shermaine Williams | Lauren Hawkeye | Elaine Lowe | Barbara Elsborg |Rosalie Stanton | Raven Corinn Carluk | Jocelyn Michel | Randi Alexander
You can find the other books here.
Here’s a snippet from RED IN TOOTH AND CLAW:
“Red suits you.”
His voice was little more than a growl and it warmed my skin, fluttering excitement deep into my belly. Shadows surrounded the high backed chair in which he sat. Flickers of light from the fireplace caught his sharp profile, shifting, lighting the burn of his silver eyes. My mark wasn’t quite human, I was sure of it. The remote hall, the obvious wealth, the secrecy. He had to be one of the rare preternaturals.
“Thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say. My being in the hall, in this starkly empty room with him was…hazy. The reason was important, I felt it down to the bone and something about that made me glance at the red silk of my cape. It was the only thing I wore. I frowned. I didn’t remember driving up to the hall, slipping out of my street clothes, changing… Heat from the fire warmed the silk, distracting me and the material brushed against my bared legs like the kiss of a lover.
I forced a smile to twitch across my mouth and lifted the thick sheaf of paper in my hand. The splotch of a broken seal gleamed along its edges. Not that I remembered snapping the seal open. I glanced at the heavy copperplate lettering that simply stated my name, a time and that day’s date. “The…agency hasn’t given me your name.”
“Balthasar.”
“Balthasar…?”
“My last name isn’t important.” He sat forward and firelight licked his features.
My chest tightened and I stared. I hadn’t expected him to be quite so…beautiful—all hard male planes and those silver-edged eyes that burned into me. His black shirt clung to his chest, his muscled arms, bare, browned and dusted with hair. Strong hands flexed. A dark ring gleamed on his right hand.
“So…” I took a step towards him, my bare feet soundless in the deep pile of the rug. I wet my lips. “What do you expect of me?”
His gaze drifted down over the length of my body and made me too aware of the brushing silk of my long cape. “I expect to fuck you.”
And still with the lurgy this week, so Fury has hardly moved. Here’s a 6 from my biopunk I was playing with earlier in the week…when I should have been writing Fury. Bad me..
Sarah sighed against his neck, hot but pliant. He needed her to be…human as one of the masked keepers aimed a scanner at them. The heat of the beams cut over his face and he shut his eyes against it. Only for a moment. He had to watch. Had to be ready.
As always you can find more sixes here.
Lurgy slowed the writing down this week–yay, for the neverending cough–but there’s a still a little more of FURY to share:
Heyerdar pushed her back against the cold wall. He loomed over her, his face flickering with the light of his magic. “No.” His hand cupped her jaw and his thumb stroked across her lips, parting her mouth. His low voice filled the silence. “No, we’ll never be like them.”
As always you can find more six snippets here.
I have a weakness for nebulae, which is not something you get to say every day. The latest reason to look at them has to do with my biopunk and how I imagine the sky forming over my little biopunk colony. Really, this isn’t work, is it? *grin*
NEBULAE: A nebula (from Latin “cloud” ;pl. nebulae or nebulæ) is an interstellar cloud of dust, hydrogen gas, helium gas and other ionised gases.
Here’s my favourite:
KIM KNOX 