Chosen One releases today!

On Tuesday, 18 August, 2009Wednesday, 30 September, 2009 By Kim KnoxIn Ellora's Cave, New Release5 Comments

A 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

On Monday, 10 August, 2009Monday, 10 August, 2009 By Kim KnoxIn Ellora's Cave, Excerpt Monday, Reiver6 Comments

Another Excerpt Monday

Blurb

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.”

Ellora’s Cave

Jasmine Jade

Sold! Breaking Chance to Samhain

On Thursday, 6 August, 2009Thursday, 6 August, 2009 By Kim KnoxIn Chance, Writing2 Comments

I sold Breaking Chance, a SF Romance, to Samhain. *bounce*
The contract is signed and made official 😀 Here’s the unofficial blurb. It has a release date set for Feb 2010

For Melissa ‘Lucky’ Chance, another stretch in Ganymede’s ice-prison would be a breeze. Too bad the judge deciding her fate has other ideas. He needs to make an example and she’s it. With a death sentence on her head, her only chance of escape lies with the man known as the Butcher.

John Ramius, infamous as the Butcher, is an Earth-augmented human. He’s also, under Jovian law, a convicted mass murderer and criminally insane. But is he really? Her government lies. She doesn’t know what to believe. Her doubt should mean she shouldn’t find him so attractive, but hell, her life is crazy. Since when could she resist a beautiful man? And he promises to be…wicked.

Even as they try to escape the forces of Jovian colonies, Ramius will let nothing stand in the way of his imperative, the need that drives him. He has to kill the Jovian leader, the Sun-King. He can’t find rest until he does.

Now Chance is wrapped up in old murders, old lies. And her growing need for Ramius may not be something she can survive.

Excerpt: Dark Host

On Saturday, 1 August, 2009Saturday, 1 August, 2009 By Kim KnoxIn Writing

Feline Mosaic, Charis Sur, thought her mission aboard the INS Pagidion would be quick and easy. All she has to do is watch her target and keep him alive until Betelgeuse goes nova.

Simple. Until one of the passengers drops dead in front of her.

Suddenly everything is not simple. Her life depends on a successful mission and she has to protect her target from whatever killed this man. That throws her into the path of Jason Narak, the one man she never wanted to see again. The man who burned her six months before. Yet, even as her past with Jason hurls her mission, her life into disarray, Charis finds that…something…is waiting for them aboard the INS Pagidion.

It calls itself darkness. And it needs a host.

Excerpt

His scent hit me. The same one in Ciro’s stateroom; the one from the morgue. Him. Jason Narak—the one man immune to me. The one man I never wanted to see. Ever.

“Hello again, Charis.”

I planted a fist in his face.

Jason staggered back. He brushed his mouth and stared at the dark stain of blood on his fingers. “I’ll allow you that.” His gaze narrowed. “But that is all I will allow.”

I snorted. “You couldn’t take me then. Now’s no different.”

“Oh, I took you, Charis.”

The slow-drawled words flushed heat through my skin. I pushed down the forbidden, carnal memories Jason Narak always stirred and glared at him. “So now you’re hired help? Nice to see you so reduced.”

“What are you doing on this ship?”

“As if I’m going to discuss my business with a lackey.”

Jason’s mouth thinned. “We’re going somewhere private.” He took my arm. His dark hand burned against my pale skin and I tried to hold down the shiver at his touch. “Do you object?”

“To you? Always.”

“And always the bristling little cat, aren’t you, Charis?”

His words had me stumbling after him. They sounded too much like the words of the consciousness holding Ciro. What was Jason’s involvement in all of this? His scent was everywhere. “What are you really doing here?”

He stopped before Quinn’s stateroom, only a few strides from where that man was eating. Palming open the door, he pulled me inside. I wrenched my arm free. “Well?”

“Sit, Charis.”

“Sorry, wrong species.” And I stayed standing where I was.

“Fine.” After ordering a healing pack from the initiator built into the far wall, Jason flopped into one of the chairs arranged as they had been in Ciro’s room to take advantage of the view of the star we orbited. He stared at the writhing mass of the red giant, his sharp face solemn. “I won’t allow you to stay on this ship.”

“Won’t allow? Who do you think you are?”

His dark eyes fixed on me and their cool authority itched. He crumpled the pack and it dissolved. It had healed his cut and swollen lip. “I am Lord Admiral Quinn’s private secretary. And that makes me a very influential man.”

“So you are a lackey.”

Jason smiled and my stomach clenched. He was beautiful; a part of me could never deny that. “Always your playful little attacks. So feline.”

“As are you.”

He turned back to the star, the smiled faded. “You don’t know what I am.”

I rolled my eyes. “Please, not the mysterious and forbidden thing again. I’ve seen your Mosaic, Jason. Clouded leopard, mau and a light mix of jaguar are all you can lay claim to.”

“You investigated me.”

“What do you think?” Anger had my blood hot. The urge to shift was overwhelming. I curled my hands into tight fists and willed the change down, but the resentment still burned. “I made the mistake of trusting you. I believed you were working for the Company. But no, you were just working me.”

“Yes.”

I stared at him. “What?”

“Yes, I worked you.” His head tilted. “Why? What else did you think I was doing?”

The buy link is here and you can read the first chapter here

Two more links in the August Summer Trail:

Adult:

Mima – Are We Dancers – adult f/f

http://www.mimawithin.com/Excerpts/freeread.html

Sexy:

Jodi Henley Kill Velocity–part 3

http://jodihenley.blogspot.com/2009/07/kill-velocity-part-3.html

Dark Host releases today!

On Tuesday, 28 July, 2009Tuesday, 18 August, 2009 By Kim KnoxIn Dark Host, New Release2 Comments

Dark Host was a finalist in the Brava Novella competition … and I’m so happy to see it released today *grin*

Feline Mosaic, Charis Sur, thought her mission aboard the INS Pagidion would be quick and easy. All she has to do is watch her target and keep him alive until Betelgeuse goes nova.

Simple. Until one of the passengers drops dead in front of her.

It calls itself darkness. And it needs a host.

Buy link is here and here’s the first chapter

You’re not going to believe this…

On Tuesday, 14 July, 2009 By Kim KnoxIn Kim Knox Fan Club5 Comments

…but I have a fan club! lol

Dawn Montgomery and Hailey Edwards have decided to spontaneously form one. They even have a badge, lol

Dawn has this on her blog:

Save the button and upload it, leave a link in comments here or at Kim’s blog and you’ll be entered to win a copy of a Kim Knox backlist of your choice, purchased by me. She thinks I’m crazy for doing this, btw. Check out her free read if you’ve never read any of her stuff before. Contest ends 20 July. Good luck!

Excerpt Monday – Demonic Attraction – NC17

On Monday, 13 July, 2009Wednesday, 20 March, 2019 By Kim KnoxIn Demonic Attraction, Ellora's Cave, Excerpt Monday11 Comments

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) 2019 Kim Knox
Amazon and KU buy link

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)

Not going to the RWA conference?

On Wednesday, 8 July, 2009Wednesday, 8 July, 2009 By Kim KnoxIn Writing

So, you can’t go to the RWA conference this year? Well, don’t fret for long. Romance Divas is hosting their annual NGTCC (Not Going To Conference Conference) and it’s going to be fun-filled. Already they’ve got great guest spots lined up, including: Josh Lanyon, Rowan Mcbride, Jet Mykles and Shayla Kersten, Carrie Jones, Marley Gibson, Linnea Sinclair, Patti O’Shea, Ona Russel, Steve Hockingsmith, Joey W. Hill and Sasha White.

There will be workshops for just about every genre, from Young Adult to Erotic to Historical. Plus, a workshop on Deep POV, one on going from e-publishing to NY, and a Q&A on how avoid and deal with burnout. And there’s bound to be a few surprises, too.

The NGTCC kicks off July 14th and runs until July 18th. If you’re not already a member of Romance Divas, all you have to do is go to the website and register! Best of all–it’s FREE!

Seriously…this is a lot of fun. Might make you want to forget about RWA at all… hehe

Demonic Attraction releases today

On Tuesday, 7 July, 2009Tuesday, 28 July, 2009 By Kim KnoxIn Demonic Attraction, Ellora's Cave, New Release4 Comments

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 *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 🙂

Reward time :)

On Sunday, 28 June, 2009 By Kim KnoxIn Writing

I got a chunk written on War Flesh and Space Fluff and I’m over half way on editing Satin Spar. It’s a lot more than I thought I’d get done when I started the week, lol

So I get my reward 😀

And yep, I think it is…

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