Friday, January 27, 2017

Arcane Kiss is out!

I'm delighted to announce the publication of my newest full-length, novel, Arcane Kiss, the first book in the Talents series.

It's up for sale here: (Note that I will add the other links as they go online.) I plan to add a paperback as well.


By the way, I'm going to be holding a launch party on Facebook Monday, Jan 30, 8-11 p.m. EST. I'll be giving away a Kindle Fire, Amazon gift certificates, and  books by some dear friends. Please drop by to win!
8-8:30pm EST- Cree Storm Book Series
8:30-9pm EST- P.T. Macias
9-9:30pm EST- Mary Morgan
9:30-10pm EST- LaVerne Thompson
10-10:30pm EST- M.A. Abraham
10:30-11pm EST- Author Trina M. Lee
11-11:20pm EST- Amelia Hutchins
11:20-11:40pm EST- Angela Knight
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Kurt Briggs has a spirit link to a tiger Familiar that gives him superhuman abilities, but when his father is murdered, the military veteran becomes a target for terrorist sorcerers. Alone, Kurt finds he's no match for the witch and her shape-shifting polar bear. He turns to Arcanist Genevieve Reyes for help in fighting the killers' spells.

As Genevieve and Kurt hunt the terrorists, shared danger leads to shared desire. But they soon realize Kurt's passion for Gen weakens his control over his cat. The consequences could be deadly for them both. Genevieve is attracted to Kurt's animal sensuality, but she knows she may be in as much danger from his tiger as she is from the terrorists.

Then they learn the terrorists plan to sacrifice Kurt to power a horrific spell designed to decimate the U.S. government. Even if Kurt and Gen manage to stop the terrorists, their evil sorcery may trigger a witch hunt that could mean the destruction of everyone with magical Talent -- including Kurt and Genevieve.


Becoming one with a big cat did not automatically make you crazy. After all, Fred had been melded with his lion for twenty years since the animal’s death, but there was no indication he’d had any problems with self-control. Given what an extremely public person he’d been, there would have been rumors if he’d ever lost it.
But Kurt’s meld was too fresh, leaving him vulnerable to his tiger’s instincts. If she followed up on this attraction, he could easily become even more dangerously possessive -- as male cats tended to be. Considering he’d already come close to attacking both Sawyer and Jake…
“No! Goddamn you, you bastard!” Feet thudded to the floor, accompanied by a snarl that had not come from a human throat.
Genevieve froze, staring at the wall opposite the bed, her heart thundering.
The bear. Had the bear assassin broken in and attacked Kurt? For a long moment, she heard nothing more than her own ragged panting.
“You fucking idiot,” Kurt’s voice growled.
She strained her ears, but seconds ticked by in ringing silence.
Her shoulders slumped in relief and she settled back against the headboard, swinging her legs up. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who’d had bad dreams. Though his would probably have been even worse. At least hers hadn’t featured her father’s murder.
A door opened and closed in the hallway, and the floor creaked as he walked past her door and started down the stairs.
I need to go back to bed.
But what she really wanted was to follow him down the stairs. Dumbass. Didn’t we just go through that? Getting involved with the magical were-tiger is not a good idea.
But there’d been such defeated pain in that “You fucking idiot.”
“He’s not the only one,” she growled, and rolled out of bed. She’d worn her turquoise top to bed, so she put on her shorts and padded barefoot out into the hall.
Gen was midway down the stairs when Kurt looked out at her from one of the downstairs rooms. “Sorry I woke you. Everything’s fine. You can go back to bed.”
But everything wasn’t fine. He looked haggard, his handsome face drawn under disheveled dark hair that looked as if he’d been raking his fingers through it. He was shirtless, his glorious chest bare.
She tried to ignore the view. “Actually, I was already awake. Had a nightmare.”
“Yeah, there’s a lot of that going around. You want something to drink? Dad’s bourbon is really…” He broke off. His expression twisted before going controlled again. “… good.”
“Sure.” As she followed him into the parlor, she thought, I am such a moron.
If the house was Victorian, its decor was not. An oxblood leather sectional couch faced a flat screen television on an entertainment center. On shelves beneath that sat a satellite box and a video game console with a pair of controllers. At the opposite end of the room, a gas fireplace had replaced one that had obviously once burned wood.
But it was the walls that caught her attention. They were covered in photos of lions, tigers, jaguars, pumas, leopards, lynxes -- all kinds of cats, including species she didn’t even know the names for.
Compelled, Genevieve walked over to the nearest of them, a lion with bright Feral gold eyes. Judging by the skillful composition and quality of the print, it was obviously professional work. “These must have set Fred back some serious cash.”
“Actually, no. Dad was an amateur photographer. Did photos of every cat BFS ever housed. There’ve been a lot of them over the past twenty years.” He moved closer. “That’s Lahr, Dad’s lion. He’s the one you see in the BFS logo.”
She looked around at him. “Lahr?”
“As in Bert Lahr, the actor that played the Cowardly Lion in the Wizard of Oz.” He grinned. “Which was something of a joke. Lahr loved a good fight. He had a roar that could vibrate the paint off a wall.”
“Sounds intimidating.”
“Yeah, but deep down, he was a softy. Especially with me. He’s the reason I was so determined to join the Corps and get my own cat. I loved him.” His smile faded. “Mom, not so much.”
“Your mom didn’t like him?”
“Mom hated him. I think she was actually glad when he died -- testicular cancer. It wrecked Dad and me. I was ten.”
“I’m so sorry.” Her gaze drifted back to the lion’s hypnotic gaze. There was more than an animal’s intelligence in that intense stare. “Your father had real talent.”
“He loved his subjects. That always helps.” Kurt moved over to a walnut bar that ran beside the television and poured himself a glass of something amber from a cut-glass decanter. “Want any? Aged Kentucky bourbon. Dad loves… loved the stuff.”
“Sure.” Maybe it would help her get back to sleep.
As he filled a second glass, she asked, “Where’s Dave?”
“Took the first watch. He’s probably skulking in the bushes outside the house.”
“Is that safe? I mean, between witches and polar bears…”
His mouth pulled into a flat line as he handed her the glass. “We fought a war, Gen. We know how not to be seen.” He nodded toward the sectional, and she followed him over to it to sit down. “What did you dream about?”
Genevieve froze. And knew by the heat in her cheeks that she was blushing.
Kurt blinked and looked startled. His nostrils flared. Almost like an animal scenting…
He looked quickly away, downing a deep swallow of his bourbon.
I need to get my ass back to bed. Instead she took a sip of the bourbon. Liquid fire detonated in her mouth, smoky and dark. It burned all the way down. She coughed, acutely aware of him, sitting bare-chested and handsome in the light of the single lamp he’d turned on.
God, that chest. I’d love to paint him.
It wasn’t the first time tonight she’d had that thought. But then she hadn’t known what a bad idea it was.
He almost lost it twice tonight. Only an idiot would go for three. She forced herself to look away. But a moment later her gaze drifted back to dwell on the ridged muscle of Kurt’s flat abdomen and broad chest. His biceps flexed as he lifted his glass for another sip. Heat rolled through her, and she swallowed. Bad idea.
Really, really bad.
Really.


Thank you so much for stopping by. I hope you enjoy Arcane Kiss! 

Thursday, December 01, 2016

An excerpt from my new book, Arcane Kiss



Dear Reader –
I wanted to share an excerpt from my new self-published book, Arcane Kiss, the first in a paranormal romance series called TALENTS.
When his father is murdered, a military veteran becomes a target for terrorist sorcerers. Kurt Briggs has a spirit link to a tiger Familiar that gives him superhuman abilities, but he’s no match for the witch and her shape-shifting polar bear. He turns to Arcanist witch Genevieve Reyes for help in fighting the killers’ spells.
As Genevieve and Kurt hunt the terrorists, shared danger leads to shared desire. But they soon realize Kurt’s passion for Gen weakens his control over his cat. The consequences could be deadly for them both. Adding to the risk is Kurt’s memory of the way his mother turned her magic against him. Will Gen, too, betray him?
Genevieve is attracted to Kurt’s animal sensuality, but she knows she may be in as much danger from his tiger as the terrorists.
Then they learn the terrorists plan to sacrifice Kurt to power a horrific spell designed to decimate the U.S. government. Even if the couple manages to stop them, the killers’ plot may trigger a witch hunt that could mean the destruction of everyone with magical Talent – including Kurt and Genevieve. 
The book is available for preorder from Amazon.com, with a release date of Jan. 29, 2017. It’s a full-length novel with a price of $4.99.The book will also be available at iBooks, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and ARe. I'm not currently planning a print version, though plans may change if it does well.
In this excerpt, Genevieve tries help Kurt regain control of his tiger after the murder of his father. The other characters are friends of Kurt’s, Deputy Jake Nolan and a Arcane Corps veteran named Dave Frost, who is trapped in the body of a tiger.

Excerpt from Arcane Kiss

The roar rolled out over the park, a shattered cry of fury and grief. It seemed to stab right past Genevieve's twenty-first century intelligence to her inner small mammal. She jolted to a stop -- and found herself staring at a sign reading "BFS Educational Arena."
Spotting an open gate through the octagonal fence, Gen ran through it. And stopped dead, staring in sick horror.
Kurt knelt beside a body lying crumpled in a pool of blood. Dave stood beside him, his ears flat, his golden eyes too wide.
Oh, crap.
"You bastards!" Kurt leaped to his feet, head thrown back, screaming into the night, voice vibrating, sounding more animal than human, his magic reverberating through the air around him. "I'm going to fuckin' kill you!" His tiger manifested in a golden explosion, forming a glowing shell of magic.
Ice slid through Genevieve's blood. Arcane Corps brat that she was, she knew what happened when they lost control.
Oh, God, he's going to kill somebody.
Gen wasn't the only one who was freaked out. Dave tensed, though whether he was going to run or do something to stop his friend, she had no idea. A blond man in a Deadpool t-shirt stood on the other side of the cat, watching Kurt as though he expected to be attacked.
There was a gun in his hand.
Kurt roared again, his tiger's rearing shell surrounding him, balanced weightlessly on its hind legs in a way that would have been impossible for a flesh and blood animal.
She had to do something or that blond guy was going to have to kill him.
"Kurt!" Even as she started toward him, Gen realized what a monumentally bad idea this was. She kept going anyway. It was too easy to imagine how she'd feel if Dad had been sacrificed in an Arcanist spell. "Kurt... I’m so sorry about your dad."
"Lady, what are you doing? Get back." The blond man's gaze flicked to her, and he brought the gun up, aiming it at Kurt. He spoke in the dead flat tone of a man whose world had exploded as he desperately tried to contain the fallout. "Get out of here."
Dave slunk toward her, his gaze on Kurt's. "Genevieve, get away. He's out of control. He could hurt you."
"No, he won't." Her gaze locked on Kurt, silhouetted against the blaze of his manifestation. She reached out to him, using her own power to brush his aura. His grief slammed into her consciousness in a battering wave. The impact of it rocked her back on her heels. Pain. He's in so much pain....
"Kurt's tiger is dead," the blond man said in a carefully controlled voice. "I think he's trapped in a feedback loop."
He was talking about what happened during a major psychic trauma, when the Familiar's emotions amplified the human's, which strengthened the Familiar's, which strengthened the human's...On and on until the Feral lost all control. Ferals caught in feedback loops had been known to kill their own teammates, even their own families.
Oh, hell. We're screwed.
And yet...Sometimes she could touch another's aura, reduce the pain, as she'd done for Parvati. She might be able to help him too. There wasn't time to draw the kind of intricate spell that would force him to calm down, but if she could reduce his pain enough, he could regain control.
Of course, if it doesn't work, he may kill me.
Licking dry lips, Genevieve moved slowly forward, sketching sigils in the air to focus her magic on what she wanted to do. Extending her hands, she sent her aura sliding over his in a gentle brush. "Kurt? I can help you if you’ll let me. I can help you control it."
The big man's eyes glowed from the burning mask of his tiger. The manifestation's mouth opened, displaying mystical teeth that could rip into her skin every bit as efficiently as the physical version. "Genevieve?" The voice sounded inhuman, reverberating as it did with his power. "He's dead, Genevieve. Dad's dead."
"I know, Kurt."
"Lady, back off!" Deadpool Shirt started toward her. Judging from the glow of his eyes, he was a Feral too.
Kurt's gaze whipped to him, hot and direct with aggression. He growled, the sound so deep it was almost subsonic.
The man swallowed, but kept coming, broad shoulders tensed to fight. "This is that girl, Genevieve? The witch you like, right?"
"Mine!" Kurt sprang, covering ten feet in an impossible leap as his magic drove his human body forward. Genevieve yelped, startled. His arms snapped around her like a trap clamping shut, and he jerked her against his side.
Gen found herself looking out at the world through the glowing tiger mask. Crap!
In a blur, Deadpool Shirt shifted his aim to follow his friend. "Kurt, stop. Don't hurt her. Don't make me shoot you."
"No!" Dave snapped, a rumbling growl rolling beneath the words. "Holster that thing before you really set him off."
"I'm not... Going to hurt her..." Kurt ground.
"Step away!"
"No." He bared his teeth, and the huge fangs of his manifestation echoed the expression. "She's mine, Jake!"
"Kurt, you don't even know her! That's your cat talking. Let her go!"
"It's all right," Genevieve said, touching the powerful arm around her waist to draw his attention. He felt like Michelangelo's David cast in heated steel.
Kurt met her gaze, his face limned in the glow of his manifestation. She'd have thought him handsome ordinarily, with those glowing tiger eyes and angular warrior's face. But the mouth that should have looked sensual twisted in pain and despair, and her heart ached for him. "No, it's not." He sounded so inhuman, she felt a fresh spurt of fear. "It can't get any more not 'all right.'"
"It can if you hurt her." The muzzle of Jake's pistol tracked him steadily, but there was anguish in the Feral's eyes.
"Don't threaten me. This is my place. She's mine." Kurt tensed, focusing on his friend with the alien gaze of a cat on the edge of exploding into violence.
I've got to talk him down, or we're all screwed. "Look at me, Kurt." She looked up at him, curling her aura against his, using it as a brake against the furious churn of his power. "They're not going to hurt me, and neither are you."
He stared at her, nothing at all human in those golden Feral eyes. 

Thanks for reading this. I hope you'll enjoy it1
Best,
Angela Knight