Charisma Knight's Blog
May 13, 2013
My Personal Demon
Is available now!
Helena never considered the consequences of striking a bargain with her personal demon, Cyn. The entire Pearsall line was cursed, so what did she have to lose? She would have done damn near anything to stave off bill collectors and ensure her aunt received the best medical treatment possible. When her luck turned around and it was time to make good on that bargain, Helena discovers she's giving up more than her soul. Is it possible to fall in love with a demon?
After sealing the deal with Helena's blood, Cyn is determined to keep the mocha skinned beauty by his side. The curse has claimed the majority of her family, and now he must work extra hard to ensure her safety. However, there's a little more to Helena than meets the eye. He soon discovers she is the key to ending the Pearsall curse, but she is also the instrument for unleashing Hell on earth.
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Helena never considered the consequences of striking a bargain with her personal demon, Cyn. The entire Pearsall line was cursed, so what did she have to lose? She would have done damn near anything to stave off bill collectors and ensure her aunt received the best medical treatment possible. When her luck turned around and it was time to make good on that bargain, Helena discovers she's giving up more than her soul. Is it possible to fall in love with a demon?
After sealing the deal with Helena's blood, Cyn is determined to keep the mocha skinned beauty by his side. The curse has claimed the majority of her family, and now he must work extra hard to ensure her safety. However, there's a little more to Helena than meets the eye. He soon discovers she is the key to ending the Pearsall curse, but she is also the instrument for unleashing Hell on earth.
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Demoness of Lust
Most recent release
Jake finds comfort in the arms of the lovely mysterious woman who visits him in his dreams. He soon realizes this being has awakened feelings within he’d never experienced in the past.
Sabrina answered Jake's lonely calls in the night. When strong emotions for the mortal develop, she discovers that she must follow her instincts and pursue the man.
A spell casts Sabrina into the human realm, but she must convince Jake to acknowledge his true feelings for her within four days. If she fails, she'll remain a demon for the rest of eternity. She also discovers destiny will have its way when she’s unable to control certain events and learns a powerful lesson of self-sacrifice and love.
Available at Amira Press All Romance Ebooks Amazon Barnes & Noble
Jake finds comfort in the arms of the lovely mysterious woman who visits him in his dreams. He soon realizes this being has awakened feelings within he’d never experienced in the past.
Sabrina answered Jake's lonely calls in the night. When strong emotions for the mortal develop, she discovers that she must follow her instincts and pursue the man.
A spell casts Sabrina into the human realm, but she must convince Jake to acknowledge his true feelings for her within four days. If she fails, she'll remain a demon for the rest of eternity. She also discovers destiny will have its way when she’s unable to control certain events and learns a powerful lesson of self-sacrifice and love.
Available at Amira Press All Romance Ebooks Amazon Barnes & Noble
May 18, 2012
Claiming Julia
Claiming Julia is due for release June 15 from Amira Press. Please enjoy the blurb below..
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Constantly butting heads with her boss, Julia Jones discovers there is more to him than meets the eye.
Dragon shifter, Angus McNamara craves Julia with everything he has and seeks to consume the ebony beauty in more ways than one. His biggest challenge is bringing her to terms with what she is while claiming her as his Fire Mate, the way a true Connricualen Dragon should. However, Julia Jones has other plans. Or so she thinks…
Can they put their differences aside long enough to seize a chance at love, or will they forfeit their opportunity and continue their heated dance of dominance?
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Constantly butting heads with her boss, Julia Jones discovers there is more to him than meets the eye.
Dragon shifter, Angus McNamara craves Julia with everything he has and seeks to consume the ebony beauty in more ways than one. His biggest challenge is bringing her to terms with what she is while claiming her as his Fire Mate, the way a true Connricualen Dragon should. However, Julia Jones has other plans. Or so she thinks…
Can they put their differences aside long enough to seize a chance at love, or will they forfeit their opportunity and continue their heated dance of dominance?
March 14, 2011
Of Wolf's Blood
Upcoming release, Of Wolf's Blood, Book one of the Vampire Domination Series and my second menage will be available at Amira Press April 8th.
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In an effort to escape her sister's sadistic lust for power and her clan's dark family curse, Simone retreats into the world of the vampire for survival purposes. While dwelling within the coven, she meets her vampire mates Sax and Lucius. Eventually, coven law requires them to turn her vampire. There's just one little problem. Her mates are unaware of Simone's true nature. How will Simone survive the vampires discovering her identity--especially when others of her kind have been enemies of Steeleheart Coven for centuries? Furthermore, can she escape her sister's clutches and avoid embracing the dark destiny of her clan?
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In an effort to escape her sister's sadistic lust for power and her clan's dark family curse, Simone retreats into the world of the vampire for survival purposes. While dwelling within the coven, she meets her vampire mates Sax and Lucius. Eventually, coven law requires them to turn her vampire. There's just one little problem. Her mates are unaware of Simone's true nature. How will Simone survive the vampires discovering her identity--especially when others of her kind have been enemies of Steeleheart Coven for centuries? Furthermore, can she escape her sister's clutches and avoid embracing the dark destiny of her clan?
January 19, 2011
New Release~Menage Unchained
Hey folks, my first menage has been released through Beautiful Trouble Publishing! Really excited, and I hope you'll enjoy!!
Title: Ménage Unchained
Author: Charisma Knight
Description: Interracial (BW/WM/WM), ménage, erotic, contemporary
ISBN: 978-1-61788-008-7
Available at: www.beautifultroublepublishing.com
Cover Artist: Les Byerley
Category: Get Your Freak on (ménage)
**blurb**
Friends Steve Guidotti and Jerry Frigaard know that anything worth having is worth fighting for. In an effort to win back their old flame Siobhan, they use the skills that made them the successful businessmen they are and concoct a plan. While they both enjoy Siobhan’s spice, one man is madly in love with her. Of course, he won’t admit it.
Siobhan Anderson knows what she wants in life, in business…and in bed. In life, she wants happiness. In business, she wants to be the boss. In bed, she wants it all. Having not one, but two alpha males sharing her bed, Siobhan has more than she needs, but she has fun…and the love marks to prove it.
Or she had fun…until she kicked both men out of her bed. Though she knows it was the right thing to do, she reluctantly admits (to herself) that she misses Jerry and Steve. No one else ever rocked her body like those two. Accepting their apologies and the two men back in her life, she soon discovers that not only are they rocking her world, but one of them has obtained a little piece of her heart as well.
Can Siobhan continue to withhold her true feelings, or will she accept them, and choose the man who holds the key to her heart?
**excerpt**
Siobhan Anderson damn near snapped her pen in half when she saw Steve and Jerry exiting the elevator…
Besides being successful businessmen, they were also her lovers—or had been until she’d ended things eight months ago. She wished a few more weeks had passed before they visited again, simply because of the searing sexual desires they invoked within her each time she laid eyes on them…
She couldn’t deny that she’d missed them or that she secretly wished things could stay the way they had been. The absence of both men in her life had made her realize what her true desires were. Still, in light of that, she wasn’t going to be anyone’s fool—especially since she didn’t know if Jerry shared her feelings.
The last thing she wanted was to face them now. She felt her face flush, among other things. Surely they knew they’d captured her heart. Despite their separation, she still carried their mark, physically and mentally, and it was damned annoying.
Folding her arms, she patiently waited for them to swipe their badges and smirked when Steve rang the doorbell while Jerry tapped his foot. Flashing them a come-hither smile as she batted her thick eyelashes, Siobhan pointed to her own badge, knowing they’d get the message. Laughter fell from her lips when Steve waved and rang the doorbell again. He was being an ass, as usual. Sort of like the last time they’d visited.
Siobhan ignored their antics and filed some papers, determined she was not going to simply buzz those fuckers in despite how fine they were. Corporate rules meant wearing visible badges and letting yourself in. Despite being big dogs in the company, they were no exception. Of course, they just couldn’t resist having some fun with her, just like she couldn’t resist showing them she wasn’t a pushover.
Let the games begin, she thought, grinning to herself, determined to be the winner in this power struggle. Siobhan produced a challenging smile that seemed to frustrate Jerry. Ha-ha! Ruffling the Viking’s feathers was something she did often for pure fun out of bed and for pure pleasure in it, as it made for awesome down and dirty sex.
Returning her smile, Steve rang the bell again, while Jerry reached into his inside jacket pocket and retrieved his badge before swiping it.
Pretending to ignore them, Siobhan checked her voice messages, flaunting how unaffected she was. Lust brewed in both men’s eyes. Good. She shouldn’t be the only one affected. While arrogance was their middle name, she yearned to be tangled in a pile of steaming sex, just like old times.
A few days ago, both men had sent chocolates. While she’d enjoyed the gifts, she was beside herself, thinking they were still competing for her affections. If this was the case, Siobhan knew things wouldn’t end well, especially as this was the very thing that had destroyed their relationship in the first place.
“Good morning, Siobhan. Got a conference room for us today?” Steve asked as he leaned his elbows on the ledge while tapping the conference-room book with his fingers. “By the way, you look exceptionally beautiful today.”
“Morning, Steve, and thank you,” she replied as she stared into the Italian’s baby blues. Yeah, he still had the same effect on her. She cleared her throat, ignoring the moisture that formed between her legs. “Are you guys expecting visitors, or will it be just the two of you?”
“No, just myself and Jerry,” Steve said.
“In that case you guys can take any of the guest offices.”
“Thank you. You’re definitely working that black,” he added with a smile. “But then, you already knew that or you wouldn’t be sporting it, eh, darling?” He stroked his goatee.
Her nipples pressed against her bra, and she squirmed in her seat. “Thanks,” she said, clearing her throat. The ringing phone saved her from having to say more.
As she hung up, Jerry ended his conversation and joined Steve. His squared jaw was tight, and those icy cold blues peered right through her before softening.
“I see I’m going to have to put you in your place while I’m here,” Jerry said with a half smile.
She glanced up at Jerry, batted her eyelashes, and flashed her pearly whites. It was amusing the way he always attempted to boss her around. She knew he was simply teasing, so she’d play this game…for now. “You know the corporate policy, Jerry. According to security, all visitors are supposed to display their badges and let themselves in.” Before he could respond, she pressed on. Jerry might be a dom in bed, but they weren’t in bed right now. “Besides, you couldn’t put me in my place if your life depended on it.”
Jerry smiled. “Is that an invitation?” he asked in a soft voice.
Siobhan exhaled sharply. “An invitation for what?” She bit her bottom lip as the Viking’s jaw muscle twitched a few times. He always had to be in control. And she always had to test that control. She loved plucking his nerves as much as the two men enjoyed vexing hers.
Jerry leaned across the ledge. “An invitation for me to bend you over the desk and have my way with you. You know from experience I can think of plenty of ways to put you in your place, and I know from experience you like it when I do,” he whispered without blinking.
Suddenly, Siobhan found it somewhat difficult to breathe. She clamped her thighs together as an intense vision of being sandwiched between both men flashed through her mind. Tiny currents of pleasure danced on her clit, almost bringing her to the edge of an explosive orgasm. All she had to do was imagine Steve delivering a few swift licks of his tongue as Jerry tweaked her nipples.
“You know what you need?” Jerry paused, giving her a chance to answer. When she remained silent, he continued. “You need us.”
Available at Beautiful Trouble Publishing
Title: Ménage Unchained
Author: Charisma Knight
Description: Interracial (BW/WM/WM), ménage, erotic, contemporary
ISBN: 978-1-61788-008-7
Available at: www.beautifultroublepublishing.com
Cover Artist: Les Byerley
Category: Get Your Freak on (ménage)
**blurb**
Friends Steve Guidotti and Jerry Frigaard know that anything worth having is worth fighting for. In an effort to win back their old flame Siobhan, they use the skills that made them the successful businessmen they are and concoct a plan. While they both enjoy Siobhan’s spice, one man is madly in love with her. Of course, he won’t admit it.
Siobhan Anderson knows what she wants in life, in business…and in bed. In life, she wants happiness. In business, she wants to be the boss. In bed, she wants it all. Having not one, but two alpha males sharing her bed, Siobhan has more than she needs, but she has fun…and the love marks to prove it.
Or she had fun…until she kicked both men out of her bed. Though she knows it was the right thing to do, she reluctantly admits (to herself) that she misses Jerry and Steve. No one else ever rocked her body like those two. Accepting their apologies and the two men back in her life, she soon discovers that not only are they rocking her world, but one of them has obtained a little piece of her heart as well.
Can Siobhan continue to withhold her true feelings, or will she accept them, and choose the man who holds the key to her heart?
**excerpt**
Siobhan Anderson damn near snapped her pen in half when she saw Steve and Jerry exiting the elevator…
Besides being successful businessmen, they were also her lovers—or had been until she’d ended things eight months ago. She wished a few more weeks had passed before they visited again, simply because of the searing sexual desires they invoked within her each time she laid eyes on them…
She couldn’t deny that she’d missed them or that she secretly wished things could stay the way they had been. The absence of both men in her life had made her realize what her true desires were. Still, in light of that, she wasn’t going to be anyone’s fool—especially since she didn’t know if Jerry shared her feelings.
The last thing she wanted was to face them now. She felt her face flush, among other things. Surely they knew they’d captured her heart. Despite their separation, she still carried their mark, physically and mentally, and it was damned annoying.
Folding her arms, she patiently waited for them to swipe their badges and smirked when Steve rang the doorbell while Jerry tapped his foot. Flashing them a come-hither smile as she batted her thick eyelashes, Siobhan pointed to her own badge, knowing they’d get the message. Laughter fell from her lips when Steve waved and rang the doorbell again. He was being an ass, as usual. Sort of like the last time they’d visited.
Siobhan ignored their antics and filed some papers, determined she was not going to simply buzz those fuckers in despite how fine they were. Corporate rules meant wearing visible badges and letting yourself in. Despite being big dogs in the company, they were no exception. Of course, they just couldn’t resist having some fun with her, just like she couldn’t resist showing them she wasn’t a pushover.
Let the games begin, she thought, grinning to herself, determined to be the winner in this power struggle. Siobhan produced a challenging smile that seemed to frustrate Jerry. Ha-ha! Ruffling the Viking’s feathers was something she did often for pure fun out of bed and for pure pleasure in it, as it made for awesome down and dirty sex.
Returning her smile, Steve rang the bell again, while Jerry reached into his inside jacket pocket and retrieved his badge before swiping it.
Pretending to ignore them, Siobhan checked her voice messages, flaunting how unaffected she was. Lust brewed in both men’s eyes. Good. She shouldn’t be the only one affected. While arrogance was their middle name, she yearned to be tangled in a pile of steaming sex, just like old times.
A few days ago, both men had sent chocolates. While she’d enjoyed the gifts, she was beside herself, thinking they were still competing for her affections. If this was the case, Siobhan knew things wouldn’t end well, especially as this was the very thing that had destroyed their relationship in the first place.
“Good morning, Siobhan. Got a conference room for us today?” Steve asked as he leaned his elbows on the ledge while tapping the conference-room book with his fingers. “By the way, you look exceptionally beautiful today.”
“Morning, Steve, and thank you,” she replied as she stared into the Italian’s baby blues. Yeah, he still had the same effect on her. She cleared her throat, ignoring the moisture that formed between her legs. “Are you guys expecting visitors, or will it be just the two of you?”
“No, just myself and Jerry,” Steve said.
“In that case you guys can take any of the guest offices.”
“Thank you. You’re definitely working that black,” he added with a smile. “But then, you already knew that or you wouldn’t be sporting it, eh, darling?” He stroked his goatee.
Her nipples pressed against her bra, and she squirmed in her seat. “Thanks,” she said, clearing her throat. The ringing phone saved her from having to say more.
As she hung up, Jerry ended his conversation and joined Steve. His squared jaw was tight, and those icy cold blues peered right through her before softening.
“I see I’m going to have to put you in your place while I’m here,” Jerry said with a half smile.
She glanced up at Jerry, batted her eyelashes, and flashed her pearly whites. It was amusing the way he always attempted to boss her around. She knew he was simply teasing, so she’d play this game…for now. “You know the corporate policy, Jerry. According to security, all visitors are supposed to display their badges and let themselves in.” Before he could respond, she pressed on. Jerry might be a dom in bed, but they weren’t in bed right now. “Besides, you couldn’t put me in my place if your life depended on it.”
Jerry smiled. “Is that an invitation?” he asked in a soft voice.
Siobhan exhaled sharply. “An invitation for what?” She bit her bottom lip as the Viking’s jaw muscle twitched a few times. He always had to be in control. And she always had to test that control. She loved plucking his nerves as much as the two men enjoyed vexing hers.
Jerry leaned across the ledge. “An invitation for me to bend you over the desk and have my way with you. You know from experience I can think of plenty of ways to put you in your place, and I know from experience you like it when I do,” he whispered without blinking.
Suddenly, Siobhan found it somewhat difficult to breathe. She clamped her thighs together as an intense vision of being sandwiched between both men flashed through her mind. Tiny currents of pleasure danced on her clit, almost bringing her to the edge of an explosive orgasm. All she had to do was imagine Steve delivering a few swift licks of his tongue as Jerry tweaked her nipples.
“You know what you need?” Jerry paused, giving her a chance to answer. When she remained silent, he continued. “You need us.”
Available at Beautiful Trouble Publishing
October 29, 2010
New Release ~ Revealing Thorn~
Hello everyone. I'm pleased to announce the release of Revealing Thorn today. This story is part of the Amira Press Bad Boys Incorporated. If you haven't checked out the books, I urge you to do so now. They are to be released separately in ebook format. At a later date, all stories will be combined in one paperback book!
Enjoy!
Blurb:
Demon slayer Thorn Magnusson is paid a visit by Wolfe McCoy, leader of Bad Boys Inc, and coerced into accepting an assignment that will clear his record, for good. His mission is to protect sassy witch, Lena Hendrix from Dirik, a descendant of Grendel.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, Lena invoked feelings deep within Thorn he couldn't understand, or ignore.
Their bond strengthens every moment they are together, and eventually he lowers his defenses, while continuing to harbor his dark secret. Who will protect Thorn's heart from the sensual vixen once she discovers his true identity?
Excerpt:
He cared about her, and he would never forgive himself if something were to happen to her.
She watched as he retracted the magnificent sword. She knew he didn’t want to leave, and she didn’t want him to.
“I’m so sorry. I wish I could take them all away. Look—I’m going back downstairs, and I’ll take care of your door tomorrow.” She watched with regret as he turned and approached the door to leave.
“Wait!” She exclaimed as she slipped from between the sheets. All she wanted to do was snuggle up against his hard body. So many years had passed, and not having physical contact was beginning to take its toll. She yearned for someone to hold her and caress her.
“What’s up?” Shrugging his shoulders, he turned, glaring at her with hard blue eyes that softened, then hardened once again. He was unsure of many things. She could have sworn she saw flecks of yellow in them, or perhaps it was the bedroom light? Anticipation overwhelmed her, and wetness formed between her legs again. He was still wrestling with himself. She witnessed raw images in his mind of flinging her to the bed and making wild, passionate love to her. She wanted that, too, but lost her nerve.
“I’m okay, man. Thanks for being concerned.” After biting her bottom lip, she folded her arms and frowned. His chest had wisps of blond hair scattered across it, and the man possessed washboard abs from hell and, dear lord, she wondered how those large arms would feel wrapped around her.
There was something else lurking in his mind, something dark and almost malevolent. This was the part of him that frightened her, his unknown origins. This hadn’t happened before. She sensed his reservations, as well. She approached him, disappointed at the fact he backed away.
It was apparent whatever secret he harbored was lurking dangerously near the surface. The other life force was more apparent. Then, something else caught her attention. Her eyes lowered at the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
“I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” She swallowed and approached him, although every fiber in her being told her not to. His blond brows knitted together and she gasped as he rushed toward her. Damn, he was so tall! Her heart was pumping so fast, she thought it would explode.
“Stay the hell out of my mind, dammit! The last thing I want is the likes of a woman poking and prodding around my head!” Shit, he was pissed, and he had every right to be. She had stolen glimpses of his mind when she saw fit, but it was too tempting not to know what he thought or felt. She could feel heat waves emanating from him, but there was something oh so sexy about him at this particular moment that rocked her world.
“You’re staying in my house, remember? You can read minds, too, said so yourself. Are you a warlock or something? I bet you’re just sore because you’ve finally met someone whose mind you can’t read.” She watched as his chest heaved uncontrollably. He was losing it, but it excited her. He raised a finger in a chastising manner. Was she crazy? Why did she enjoy provoking him like this?
“Listen, you, stay out of my mind or else!” A seedy mixture of lust and anger emanated from his eyes. The muscles in his jaws twitched, further exciting her.
“Or else what?” She was testing the waters now, and oh so ready for him to take her. She felt the invasion of goose bumps as he moved closer. Gently, he laid Frieltjer on the nightstand, and pressed his body against hers. She felt his hot breath on her face, along with the bulge in his jeans. She dared not peek into his psyche now.
“Or else—” He backed her against the wall. “Or else I’ll give you a spanking you’ll never forget!” His body leaned into hers, and she sighed as her hand slid between them and rested itself on his bulge. He sighed, too, and his hands cupped her face.
“Oh, Thorn.” His name was garbled, and she tried dislodging the knot in her throat as he bent down and kissed her with firm, yet gentle lips. He pulled away, glaring at her while her breath escaped her.
“I want you, now.” His blue eyes widened, and his tone was demanding. She gasped when he thrust his hardness against her, pinning her to the wall. His eyes glazed over. “God, I want you so much, Ms. Hendrix.” He pressed his forehead against hers, then nuzzled her nose with his. “I wanted you a long time ago.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Her words were hushed and unbelievable to her own ears, she thought, allowing him to free her of the large pajama top. She gulped, swearing he could have heard it. She marveled at the expression on his face as those blue eyes explored her body.
“God, woman, you make me want to devour you.” His hands attached themselves to her small breasts, gently squeezing them. She moaned and leaned her head against the wall. Through half closed eyes, she observed the top of his head as he bent down, worshipping her aching nipples.
“Oh dear God!” She thrust her hips forward and placed her hands on his head, allowing her fingers to roam through the thick, blond strands. “Oh yesss, baby.” He continued grazing her nipples with his teeth, and moisture gathered between her thighs. She wanted him down there. Hoping he’d get the message, she parted her thighs and pressed her mound against his leg. He ceased his ministrations, allowing his gaze to penetrate her soul. To her, he looked like he was on an instant high if his glazed eyes were any indication.
“I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you,” he said as he took her by the arm and led her to the bed.
Wasting no time, he began shedding his jeans and undergarments.
She sat down on the bed, and her jaw dropped as he stood before her, naked. “Good God!” His thick heavily veined cock jutted out from a thick thatch of golden blond hair. It looked as though it would burst any moment as it twitched in anticipation of seeking refuge deep inside her.
“See something you like?” He smiled as he strode toward her.
“Um,” was the only thing that slipped past her lips as she realized she was about to get busy with a man who had been deemed a badass motherfucker in high school. A few images came to mind of how two of the biggest jocks had backed down from him when he simply looked at them.
She watched as his brows furrowed and he crossed his arms. She gauged his facial expressions, and suddenly, she knew what registered in his mind.
Before she had a chance to speak, he pounced on her like a hungry tiger. Her heart fluttered in her chest as he pushed her into the sheets, pressing his rock hard body against hers.
“Thorn, I—”
“Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re fucking beautiful. I knew I had to have you the moment I laid eyes on you. I wanted you a long time ago, and I want you even more now.” With those words, he ground his cock against her wet flesh, instigating a moan from her. “I love your body and what you do to mine. Before the night is over, I will explore every inch of you.”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” she demanded. Once more, she stole a small peek into his mind. He was thinking of doing delectable acts to her body, so much, so explicit, that she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. He was thinking of placing his tongue in every nook and cranny.
She shuddered as he planted smoldering kisses on her lips and flicked his tongue against hers. It amazed her how much pent up passion he was releasing. He was rough around the edges, but gentle, and basically made her putty in his hands. As they tongue-kissed, she decided to linger in his mind a few minutes more.
She knew he thought of gripping her plush ass cheeks as he slipped his tongue inside her. His wicked thoughts made her cream herself. She almost threw a fit when he broke the connection and peered into her eyes.
“I felt it!”
“What?” Her jaw dropped and she swallowed hard. Oh shit! He’s on to me again!
“You were in my mind, but it was so much stronger than before.” He kissed her again, and she felt his cock throb against her body. “I need you, baby,” he crooned. His words sent mini shockwaves over her skin. “Gotta have you—want to taste you,” he murmured against her neck. He looked into her eyes again, and she gasped at what she saw.
Available Now at Amira Press
Enjoy!
Blurb:
Demon slayer Thorn Magnusson is paid a visit by Wolfe McCoy, leader of Bad Boys Inc, and coerced into accepting an assignment that will clear his record, for good. His mission is to protect sassy witch, Lena Hendrix from Dirik, a descendant of Grendel.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, Lena invoked feelings deep within Thorn he couldn't understand, or ignore.
Their bond strengthens every moment they are together, and eventually he lowers his defenses, while continuing to harbor his dark secret. Who will protect Thorn's heart from the sensual vixen once she discovers his true identity?
Excerpt:
He cared about her, and he would never forgive himself if something were to happen to her.
She watched as he retracted the magnificent sword. She knew he didn’t want to leave, and she didn’t want him to.
“I’m so sorry. I wish I could take them all away. Look—I’m going back downstairs, and I’ll take care of your door tomorrow.” She watched with regret as he turned and approached the door to leave.
“Wait!” She exclaimed as she slipped from between the sheets. All she wanted to do was snuggle up against his hard body. So many years had passed, and not having physical contact was beginning to take its toll. She yearned for someone to hold her and caress her.
“What’s up?” Shrugging his shoulders, he turned, glaring at her with hard blue eyes that softened, then hardened once again. He was unsure of many things. She could have sworn she saw flecks of yellow in them, or perhaps it was the bedroom light? Anticipation overwhelmed her, and wetness formed between her legs again. He was still wrestling with himself. She witnessed raw images in his mind of flinging her to the bed and making wild, passionate love to her. She wanted that, too, but lost her nerve.
“I’m okay, man. Thanks for being concerned.” After biting her bottom lip, she folded her arms and frowned. His chest had wisps of blond hair scattered across it, and the man possessed washboard abs from hell and, dear lord, she wondered how those large arms would feel wrapped around her.
There was something else lurking in his mind, something dark and almost malevolent. This was the part of him that frightened her, his unknown origins. This hadn’t happened before. She sensed his reservations, as well. She approached him, disappointed at the fact he backed away.
It was apparent whatever secret he harbored was lurking dangerously near the surface. The other life force was more apparent. Then, something else caught her attention. Her eyes lowered at the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
“I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” She swallowed and approached him, although every fiber in her being told her not to. His blond brows knitted together and she gasped as he rushed toward her. Damn, he was so tall! Her heart was pumping so fast, she thought it would explode.
“Stay the hell out of my mind, dammit! The last thing I want is the likes of a woman poking and prodding around my head!” Shit, he was pissed, and he had every right to be. She had stolen glimpses of his mind when she saw fit, but it was too tempting not to know what he thought or felt. She could feel heat waves emanating from him, but there was something oh so sexy about him at this particular moment that rocked her world.
“You’re staying in my house, remember? You can read minds, too, said so yourself. Are you a warlock or something? I bet you’re just sore because you’ve finally met someone whose mind you can’t read.” She watched as his chest heaved uncontrollably. He was losing it, but it excited her. He raised a finger in a chastising manner. Was she crazy? Why did she enjoy provoking him like this?
“Listen, you, stay out of my mind or else!” A seedy mixture of lust and anger emanated from his eyes. The muscles in his jaws twitched, further exciting her.
“Or else what?” She was testing the waters now, and oh so ready for him to take her. She felt the invasion of goose bumps as he moved closer. Gently, he laid Frieltjer on the nightstand, and pressed his body against hers. She felt his hot breath on her face, along with the bulge in his jeans. She dared not peek into his psyche now.
“Or else—” He backed her against the wall. “Or else I’ll give you a spanking you’ll never forget!” His body leaned into hers, and she sighed as her hand slid between them and rested itself on his bulge. He sighed, too, and his hands cupped her face.
“Oh, Thorn.” His name was garbled, and she tried dislodging the knot in her throat as he bent down and kissed her with firm, yet gentle lips. He pulled away, glaring at her while her breath escaped her.
“I want you, now.” His blue eyes widened, and his tone was demanding. She gasped when he thrust his hardness against her, pinning her to the wall. His eyes glazed over. “God, I want you so much, Ms. Hendrix.” He pressed his forehead against hers, then nuzzled her nose with his. “I wanted you a long time ago.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Her words were hushed and unbelievable to her own ears, she thought, allowing him to free her of the large pajama top. She gulped, swearing he could have heard it. She marveled at the expression on his face as those blue eyes explored her body.
“God, woman, you make me want to devour you.” His hands attached themselves to her small breasts, gently squeezing them. She moaned and leaned her head against the wall. Through half closed eyes, she observed the top of his head as he bent down, worshipping her aching nipples.
“Oh dear God!” She thrust her hips forward and placed her hands on his head, allowing her fingers to roam through the thick, blond strands. “Oh yesss, baby.” He continued grazing her nipples with his teeth, and moisture gathered between her thighs. She wanted him down there. Hoping he’d get the message, she parted her thighs and pressed her mound against his leg. He ceased his ministrations, allowing his gaze to penetrate her soul. To her, he looked like he was on an instant high if his glazed eyes were any indication.
“I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you,” he said as he took her by the arm and led her to the bed.
Wasting no time, he began shedding his jeans and undergarments.
She sat down on the bed, and her jaw dropped as he stood before her, naked. “Good God!” His thick heavily veined cock jutted out from a thick thatch of golden blond hair. It looked as though it would burst any moment as it twitched in anticipation of seeking refuge deep inside her.
“See something you like?” He smiled as he strode toward her.
“Um,” was the only thing that slipped past her lips as she realized she was about to get busy with a man who had been deemed a badass motherfucker in high school. A few images came to mind of how two of the biggest jocks had backed down from him when he simply looked at them.
She watched as his brows furrowed and he crossed his arms. She gauged his facial expressions, and suddenly, she knew what registered in his mind.
Before she had a chance to speak, he pounced on her like a hungry tiger. Her heart fluttered in her chest as he pushed her into the sheets, pressing his rock hard body against hers.
“Thorn, I—”
“Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re fucking beautiful. I knew I had to have you the moment I laid eyes on you. I wanted you a long time ago, and I want you even more now.” With those words, he ground his cock against her wet flesh, instigating a moan from her. “I love your body and what you do to mine. Before the night is over, I will explore every inch of you.”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” she demanded. Once more, she stole a small peek into his mind. He was thinking of doing delectable acts to her body, so much, so explicit, that she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. He was thinking of placing his tongue in every nook and cranny.
She shuddered as he planted smoldering kisses on her lips and flicked his tongue against hers. It amazed her how much pent up passion he was releasing. He was rough around the edges, but gentle, and basically made her putty in his hands. As they tongue-kissed, she decided to linger in his mind a few minutes more.
She knew he thought of gripping her plush ass cheeks as he slipped his tongue inside her. His wicked thoughts made her cream herself. She almost threw a fit when he broke the connection and peered into her eyes.
“I felt it!”
“What?” Her jaw dropped and she swallowed hard. Oh shit! He’s on to me again!
“You were in my mind, but it was so much stronger than before.” He kissed her again, and she felt his cock throb against her body. “I need you, baby,” he crooned. His words sent mini shockwaves over her skin. “Gotta have you—want to taste you,” he murmured against her neck. He looked into her eyes again, and she gasped at what she saw.
Available Now at Amira Press
New Contract ~ Alone
Hello folks, "Alone" is part of Silver Publishing's 25 Days of Christmas Anthology, to be released December 17th! As a matter of fact, I just received edits on this a few hours ago! Hope you enjoy!
Unedited Blurb:
After experiencing a traumatic childhood, Darcelle Campbell carries scars that never healed into her adult life. Her guardian angel is placed on earth to prevent her from suffering a tragic event on Christmas Eve.
However, Jack can only do so much. It is Darcelle who must change for the better to ensure the dark event never occurs. In addition to this, she must open her heart to Harley, or lose everything.
Will she tear down the walls she's worked so hard to construct over the years, and allow herself to experience love from a man who strives to stay by her side no matter what, or will she forfeit it all, and succumb to the tragic event foretold by Jack?
Unedited Excerpt:
Chapter One
Darcelle Campbell slipped from beneath Harley’s arm as she struggled to subdue the intruding emotions plaguing her mind. He was getting too close for comfort. Their on again, off again relationship had been based strictly on her terms, since she was nineteen. Now, in their thirties, she knew he sought more from her, possibly even marriage. It had been a long time coming, and she couldn’t put him off any longer.
Sighing, she sat up in bed, clutching the comforter close to her naked body, and observed the blond man sleeping. He was nineteen, and she was fourteen when they had met. Back then, he’d just moved to Maryland from West Virginia, seeking construction work. Her stepfather, Jackson Wagner had taken the young man under his wing, teaching him all there was to know about the construction business.
Sunlight slipped through the Venetian blinds, kissing the curly shoulder length golden mass framing his strong masculine features. He was so handsome, and all a woman could ever want in a man. Other qualities included his kindness, generosity, thoughtfulness, and consideration. Why couldn’t she be the same?
Harley stirred, and soon, green eyes fluttered open, and a smile formed on his face.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said softly, reaching up to caress her chin with a strong hand. “What a beautiful sight to wake up to,” he murmured as he propped himself up with an elbow. “Wish this could happen every day.”
“Good morning Harley,” she said with a smile, as her pulse raced. Already, she knew where this conversation was going. She bent down, allowing her lips to brush his, almost giving into the strong pull of love, and basking in the fluttering of her heart. But then, something inside her snapped. Instantly, she pulled back. This was a mistake, and an emotion she couldn’t allow. She tried leaving the bed, but he yanked her back quick, forcing her to gaze into liquid green eyes.
"Don’t do this to me again, woman.” His nostrils flared, as he cupped her face between work roughened hands. His eyes pleaded with her. “I don’t want to be away from you, Darcelle.” His thumb stroked her bottom lip, leaving her breathless. “Christmas will be here soon, let’s go shopping or something. I thought since we both have the day off, we could—“
She interrupted, and although in vain, tried to place distance between them. “Harley, it’s time to get up, and—there’s so much I have to do.”
He frowned, forcing the vein between his eyebrows to dance. “Um—I thought we would share this day, remember? Don’t do this to me--to us.” He released her from his grasp, exhaling as he ran a hand through his hair and looked at the clock on the nightstand. “You know, it’s only eight o clock. I was thinking…maybe I could cook us up some hotcakes and sausage, and take it easy for a few hours.”
She bit her lip, trying to think of an excuse as he stroked her smooth mocha skin. He certainly wasn’t making things easy for her, but she stood firm. “Well, I’ve got some paperwork I need to take care of and—“
Ignoring her excuse, he pulled her against his hard body and kissed her neck. Shivers of delight skated through her body.
“Don’t make me leave.” His hand brushed against her nipple, forcing a whimper from her. “You know, it would be nice if you’d let me in here.” He gently tapped on her forehead. “I’m tired of you shutting me out Darcelle.”
“You’re taking things way too fast. I’m not ready to move in with you. I’m still just really enjoying being in my own place, you know?” She cringed at her own words, because he’d been so patient with her. It was a wonder he was still interested.
“My God woman! We’re in our thirties and have been dating on and off for years,” he exclaimed, swiping his hair from his face. “I don’t get you sometimes. Whenever we get close, something clicks in your head, and you back off.” He shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head in frustration. “What are we doing?” Jaw set tight, he searched her eyes for an answer. “Do you love me, baby? If you do, you sure have a funny way of showing it.” He waited once more for an answer.
She pursed her lips and cleared her throat. “I care for you, you know that.” This was the most she could give him. He’d have to take it or leave it. The hurt look on his face confirmed the fact that his patience was wearing thin. He wasn’t at fault. The man was slipping away, and if she lost him, she’d have herself to blame.
“You care for me?” His eyes narrowed. “Sorry, I’m not buying it.” He reached for her, but she pushed his hand away.
Things were getting too heavy, and she couldn’t handle the situation, not now. “Look, I think you should leave, okay,” she said as she left the bed and grabbed her robe from the foot of the bed. Quickly, she slipped it on.
“Please, just talk to me. Let me in. What goes on in that head of yours?” His voice cracked with intense emotion.
She turned from his mesmerizing gaze. This couldn’t be happening. Where had she gone wrong over the years, and why was it so hard for her to express her feelings? “I’m just so busy with my business, and I—“
In a fit of anger, Harley jumped out of bed and began dressing. “Fine! You can have your business and spend the day--alone,” he exclaimed while putting his boxers and jeans on. “I’m getting sick of this shit.” He paused before slipping his black sweater over his head. “When you’re ready for a relationship, you know where to find me!” There was silence as he sat on the edge of the bed to slip his socks and boots on. He stood and glared at her for a few moments, as though waiting for an answer that would never come. “I’ll talk to you soon, I guess,” he snapped before snatching his keys from the black lacquer nightstand.
“Go after him,” a tiny voice in the back of her mind commanded. Paralyzed, she continued staring at the spot where he’d stood, and listened as he stormed down the stairs, and out the door. She jumped when he slammed it, but continued to stare into space. She was frozen to the spot, like her feelings; frozen. Tears welled in her eyes and ventured down her face when she heard the diesel engine of his truck start.
“You’re going to lose him,” the voice came again. This time, she looked around. Was she going crazy, or was it her imagination? Shrugging it off, she sighed and sat on the bed. There was no paperwork. She’d concocted the lie to get him to leave her alone. Truth of the matter was, Christmas was coming, and this was the most painful time of the year for her.
Coming to Silver Publishing, December 17th, 2010
Unedited Blurb:
After experiencing a traumatic childhood, Darcelle Campbell carries scars that never healed into her adult life. Her guardian angel is placed on earth to prevent her from suffering a tragic event on Christmas Eve.
However, Jack can only do so much. It is Darcelle who must change for the better to ensure the dark event never occurs. In addition to this, she must open her heart to Harley, or lose everything.
Will she tear down the walls she's worked so hard to construct over the years, and allow herself to experience love from a man who strives to stay by her side no matter what, or will she forfeit it all, and succumb to the tragic event foretold by Jack?
Unedited Excerpt:
Chapter One
Darcelle Campbell slipped from beneath Harley’s arm as she struggled to subdue the intruding emotions plaguing her mind. He was getting too close for comfort. Their on again, off again relationship had been based strictly on her terms, since she was nineteen. Now, in their thirties, she knew he sought more from her, possibly even marriage. It had been a long time coming, and she couldn’t put him off any longer.
Sighing, she sat up in bed, clutching the comforter close to her naked body, and observed the blond man sleeping. He was nineteen, and she was fourteen when they had met. Back then, he’d just moved to Maryland from West Virginia, seeking construction work. Her stepfather, Jackson Wagner had taken the young man under his wing, teaching him all there was to know about the construction business.
Sunlight slipped through the Venetian blinds, kissing the curly shoulder length golden mass framing his strong masculine features. He was so handsome, and all a woman could ever want in a man. Other qualities included his kindness, generosity, thoughtfulness, and consideration. Why couldn’t she be the same?
Harley stirred, and soon, green eyes fluttered open, and a smile formed on his face.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said softly, reaching up to caress her chin with a strong hand. “What a beautiful sight to wake up to,” he murmured as he propped himself up with an elbow. “Wish this could happen every day.”
“Good morning Harley,” she said with a smile, as her pulse raced. Already, she knew where this conversation was going. She bent down, allowing her lips to brush his, almost giving into the strong pull of love, and basking in the fluttering of her heart. But then, something inside her snapped. Instantly, she pulled back. This was a mistake, and an emotion she couldn’t allow. She tried leaving the bed, but he yanked her back quick, forcing her to gaze into liquid green eyes.
"Don’t do this to me again, woman.” His nostrils flared, as he cupped her face between work roughened hands. His eyes pleaded with her. “I don’t want to be away from you, Darcelle.” His thumb stroked her bottom lip, leaving her breathless. “Christmas will be here soon, let’s go shopping or something. I thought since we both have the day off, we could—“
She interrupted, and although in vain, tried to place distance between them. “Harley, it’s time to get up, and—there’s so much I have to do.”
He frowned, forcing the vein between his eyebrows to dance. “Um—I thought we would share this day, remember? Don’t do this to me--to us.” He released her from his grasp, exhaling as he ran a hand through his hair and looked at the clock on the nightstand. “You know, it’s only eight o clock. I was thinking…maybe I could cook us up some hotcakes and sausage, and take it easy for a few hours.”
She bit her lip, trying to think of an excuse as he stroked her smooth mocha skin. He certainly wasn’t making things easy for her, but she stood firm. “Well, I’ve got some paperwork I need to take care of and—“
Ignoring her excuse, he pulled her against his hard body and kissed her neck. Shivers of delight skated through her body.
“Don’t make me leave.” His hand brushed against her nipple, forcing a whimper from her. “You know, it would be nice if you’d let me in here.” He gently tapped on her forehead. “I’m tired of you shutting me out Darcelle.”
“You’re taking things way too fast. I’m not ready to move in with you. I’m still just really enjoying being in my own place, you know?” She cringed at her own words, because he’d been so patient with her. It was a wonder he was still interested.
“My God woman! We’re in our thirties and have been dating on and off for years,” he exclaimed, swiping his hair from his face. “I don’t get you sometimes. Whenever we get close, something clicks in your head, and you back off.” He shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head in frustration. “What are we doing?” Jaw set tight, he searched her eyes for an answer. “Do you love me, baby? If you do, you sure have a funny way of showing it.” He waited once more for an answer.
She pursed her lips and cleared her throat. “I care for you, you know that.” This was the most she could give him. He’d have to take it or leave it. The hurt look on his face confirmed the fact that his patience was wearing thin. He wasn’t at fault. The man was slipping away, and if she lost him, she’d have herself to blame.
“You care for me?” His eyes narrowed. “Sorry, I’m not buying it.” He reached for her, but she pushed his hand away.
Things were getting too heavy, and she couldn’t handle the situation, not now. “Look, I think you should leave, okay,” she said as she left the bed and grabbed her robe from the foot of the bed. Quickly, she slipped it on.
“Please, just talk to me. Let me in. What goes on in that head of yours?” His voice cracked with intense emotion.
She turned from his mesmerizing gaze. This couldn’t be happening. Where had she gone wrong over the years, and why was it so hard for her to express her feelings? “I’m just so busy with my business, and I—“
In a fit of anger, Harley jumped out of bed and began dressing. “Fine! You can have your business and spend the day--alone,” he exclaimed while putting his boxers and jeans on. “I’m getting sick of this shit.” He paused before slipping his black sweater over his head. “When you’re ready for a relationship, you know where to find me!” There was silence as he sat on the edge of the bed to slip his socks and boots on. He stood and glared at her for a few moments, as though waiting for an answer that would never come. “I’ll talk to you soon, I guess,” he snapped before snatching his keys from the black lacquer nightstand.
“Go after him,” a tiny voice in the back of her mind commanded. Paralyzed, she continued staring at the spot where he’d stood, and listened as he stormed down the stairs, and out the door. She jumped when he slammed it, but continued to stare into space. She was frozen to the spot, like her feelings; frozen. Tears welled in her eyes and ventured down her face when she heard the diesel engine of his truck start.
“You’re going to lose him,” the voice came again. This time, she looked around. Was she going crazy, or was it her imagination? Shrugging it off, she sighed and sat on the bed. There was no paperwork. She’d concocted the lie to get him to leave her alone. Truth of the matter was, Christmas was coming, and this was the most painful time of the year for her.
Coming to Silver Publishing, December 17th, 2010
October 20, 2010
My Serbian Wolf Review
Hello Everyone,
Deviant Diva's Erotic Review gave my Serbian Wolf 4 1/2 Divas. Stop by to check it out, and while you're there, please vote for my book cover!
Review:
Give me some cocoa, a warm fire, a nice down blanket, and one of them there wolves Ms. Knight writes about and I’ll be one sated sister! This book was so good. It encompassed magic, and shifting, but most of all, it encompassed love that surpassed centuries. Child that Nicholai/Niko had me wishing he was mine and crying when his world came crashing down. I won’t write anymore for a fear I’ll give away the plot and ending but guys and girls this is one author whose books will definitely be on my must read list and I encourage you to put her on yours as well. I give this book four and half divas because I wanted it to be longer…it actually felt like a novel instead of a novella it was that freaking good.
M.N. Mori, Deviant Divas Erotic Book Reviews
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Deviant Diva's Erotic Review gave my Serbian Wolf 4 1/2 Divas. Stop by to check it out, and while you're there, please vote for my book cover!
Review:
Give me some cocoa, a warm fire, a nice down blanket, and one of them there wolves Ms. Knight writes about and I’ll be one sated sister! This book was so good. It encompassed magic, and shifting, but most of all, it encompassed love that surpassed centuries. Child that Nicholai/Niko had me wishing he was mine and crying when his world came crashing down. I won’t write anymore for a fear I’ll give away the plot and ending but guys and girls this is one author whose books will definitely be on my must read list and I encourage you to put her on yours as well. I give this book four and half divas because I wanted it to be longer…it actually felt like a novel instead of a novella it was that freaking good.
M.N. Mori, Deviant Divas Erotic Book Reviews
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June 20, 2010
New Contract ~ Spiritwalker
Sugar and Spice Press just contracted Spiritwalker last week. This story was written back in September 09, and was once a free read on Long and Short Reviews/WC site.
At the time, it was 1,500 words, which I had to trim down to 1,000. Well, there was so much to tell of Magnus and Vivian's tale and the story was expanded on a few months ago.
Blurb:
In twelve sixty-three, Diotima the witch casts a cruel curse, escalating a Viking King's hatred for another. Seeking to possess his lands and his woman, King Jorgund wages war against King Magnus Abernethy despite earlier treaties. With Magnus' army decimated, death awaits him and his queen, Natiyah.
It is inevitable. One soul remains trapped forever in twelve sixty-three Scotland, while the other moves on, into modern times. Not even death itself can separate the old souls, but can Magnus and Vivian survive Diotima's wrath when she escapes her prison realm in which she has been banished?
There is a contest in the making. The prizes will consist of sterling silver Silpada jewelry and bath & body products from Mary Kay.
Ciao
At the time, it was 1,500 words, which I had to trim down to 1,000. Well, there was so much to tell of Magnus and Vivian's tale and the story was expanded on a few months ago.
Blurb:
In twelve sixty-three, Diotima the witch casts a cruel curse, escalating a Viking King's hatred for another. Seeking to possess his lands and his woman, King Jorgund wages war against King Magnus Abernethy despite earlier treaties. With Magnus' army decimated, death awaits him and his queen, Natiyah.
It is inevitable. One soul remains trapped forever in twelve sixty-three Scotland, while the other moves on, into modern times. Not even death itself can separate the old souls, but can Magnus and Vivian survive Diotima's wrath when she escapes her prison realm in which she has been banished?
There is a contest in the making. The prizes will consist of sterling silver Silpada jewelry and bath & body products from Mary Kay.
Ciao
Another Review of Soul Seduction
I just wanted everyone to know, a sequel/prequel is in the making for this story. There were so many directions I could have taken this book in. The prequel may be at least 40,000 words. I really need to give some background info on Vivienne and Angelus, and a little background on her great-aunts.
I do have a longer version of Soul Seduction, and the WC is a little over 41,000 words. Now, I'm debating whether or not I should brush this one up, and resubmit to another publisher two years from now when my contract expires with Eirelander. In the mean time, I do plan to share a few excerpts from that long story on here.
http://myfoolishwisdom.blogspot.com/2...
I do have a longer version of Soul Seduction, and the WC is a little over 41,000 words. Now, I'm debating whether or not I should brush this one up, and resubmit to another publisher two years from now when my contract expires with Eirelander. In the mean time, I do plan to share a few excerpts from that long story on here.
http://myfoolishwisdom.blogspot.com/2...
