A new series, a new book, and a new audio book are up for preorder!

 

Dear Reader:

My new book is out on pre-order today! It’s the first in a new series, and I’m both excited and a little nervous. Though it’s set in the present day, it deals with aliens, godlike artificial intelligence, genetically engineered warriors, and lots of sexy fun. Here’s a taste:

Blurb:

Though she lives in a world of Beyonce and iPhones, Indra Fox thinks she may be an alien. She’s too strong, too fast, and heals too quickly to be merely human. But she doesn’t know for sure, because her parents refused to tell her. Nor would they explain why she -- and her equally superhuman best friend, Diana Newman -- were raised to be warriors.

When their families are murdered, Indra and Diana seek revenge on their killers. But after Di is captured, Indra goes undercover at a strip club the gang owns to search for her.

But when Rowan Kerr walks into the club, Indra realizes he’s even more powerful than she is. Rowan says he knows who she really is and what she was created to do, but she must go with him to learn the truth.

Indra will do anything to save Diana. Including embracing her destiny as something more than human.

Here’s an excerpt:

Every blood vessel in my body seemed to pulse and tingle in waves in time to my heartbeat. I started to wish for a distraction.

As if sensing my mood, Rowan gave me one. Lacing his fingers together behind his head, he leaned back in his chair and stretched his long legs out in front of him. The pose accented the thick bulge of his biceps and the contrast between the width of his shoulders and his narrow waist. Muscle flexed under the soft fabric.

I shifted, uncomfortable, need surging in my blood.

He said absolutely nothing. Just sat there, radiating sex.

The minutes oozed by. I started to feel naked, fully dressed or not. More even than I had back at the club dressing room, confronting him in nothing but a pair of pasties and a G-string. Then, I hadn’t known how it would feel to make love to him.

I wanted him. Wanted him as much as I had in the transport when we’d made sizzling love. I’d always felt impatient with male lust, with the need to discourage customers from getting handsy while trying not to hurt them. It was like fending off an amorous egg.

I didn’t have to worry about that with Rowan. Good thing, too, because the last thing I wanted to do was fend him off.

Rowan’s nostrils flared, and I knew he smelled my arousal.

My mouth went dry. I crossed my legs and looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer. “So… We’re supposed to be partners,” I said.

“Yes,” he said, his voice deep and rough, the faintest trace of a growl underneath it. Or maybe that was a purr.

I licked lips that had gone dry. “I guess we’ll need to train together.” Seemed like my whole life had been spent training -- Di and I had started studying hand-to-hand with the Dads when we were three. Becoming a Ranger would probably mean more of the same.

“Yes,” he said. “Once your armor grows in, we can start going at it full force.”

Something about the words “going at it” sent another flash of heat sizzling through my bloodstream, and I shot him a look. Did he mean that the way it sounded?

His gaze on mine was so dark, so sensual, that my mouth went dry over again. Yeah, he meant it.

Rowan coiled in again, bracing his elbows on his knees. His gaze focused on my lips as he leaned in until his breath whispered over my lips, warm, scented with the chocolate from dessert. That sweet heat rolled through me again. He pressed his lips to mine, running his tongue over my lower lip, tasting it. Drew back a little, staring into my eyes. “So sweet. I think I want seconds.” And he kissed me again, deeper, his tongue sliding between my lips, penetrating my mouth, tongue swirling around mine. My heart pounded harder, waves of heat rolling through my body. This time it had nothing to do with nanotech.

Preorder on:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DKK5QGH5

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wildcard-angela-knight/1146453474;jsessionid=74550561542A3A4E70E66CD1BA0C26F2.prodny_store02-atgap09

Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/wildcard/id6737238442

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/wildcard-20

Thalia: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1638118

Vivlio: https://www.thalia.de/shop/home/artikeldetails/A1073370012

If you’re as big a fan of audiobooks as I am, I’ve also got a terrific new Merlin’s Legacy audiobook out on preorder, Master of Valor. I love the narrator – Su does an amazing job.

 

Preorder links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DK9Z7FLC

Audible: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DK9Z7FLC

Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/audiobook/id1775294656

Thanks so much for visiting my page!

Angela Knight

An excerpt from a new Changeling Press release!

 

Dear Reader – Thanks so much for subscribing to my newsletter!

This spring, I’m hard at work on a brand-new series that features hot genetically engineered warriors doing battle with body-stealing aliens in present day America. I should be giving you a taste of that in a couple of months. 

In the meantime, Changeling Press is re-releasing my Arcane Talents series. Next up is Arcane Kiss:

https://youtu.be/_Whpi1M1CnQ

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.

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.

Here’s an excerpt:

And her aura brushed his again, making it thrum a deep, delicious note. She’d probably intended the kiss as a gesture of comfort, but despite his tearing pain, it somehow felt almost sensual.

In an instant, the pain twisted under the touch of her aura, transforming into something equally intimate. In the depths of his mind, heat leaped. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her narrow waist. His lips opened against hers, starved for the comfort she offered. Drinking in the taste of her, feeling the soft contours of her body.

That sweetness in the midst of this agony was as desperately welcome as an ice chip to a man burning in hell. Kurt focused on her, grateful for the distraction. But even more than that, there was the taste of her Arcanist magic, swirling all around them, making his skin tingle.

God, Kurt wanted her. Wanted to lose himself in her, to take shelter from the bitter agony of his father’s death, if only for a moment. So he kissed Genevieve with all his desperate hunger to forget it all: his sins, his father’s death. If only for this one moment. He kissed her, suckling the soft, damp velvet of her mouth, the taste of woman and magic.

By the time he lifted his head, both of them had begun to shake.

When Kurt glanced around, he saw they were standing in the simple illumination of the arena security lights. His tiger manifestation had vanished.

He was in control again.

Genevieve smiled up at him, though her face was wet with tears and her mouth trembled. “There. I knew you could do it.”

Before Kurt could reply, a new voice spoke up, sounding dry. “Anybody want to tell me what’s going on?”

Tensing, he instinctively drew her close as he looked toward the source of the voice. A dozen cops stood in the entrance of the arena enclosure. Every one of them had his gun drawn and pointed at them.

Oh, shit.

Here’s the buy link.

For my writer friends, I’ve also got a new class online writing class running May 6 on SavvyAuthors.com. Registration is $40 for premium members and $50 for basic members, with a $5 discount if you register before April 29.  

In this month-long online class, I discusses the importance of creating the perfect cast for the kind of romance you’re trying to write.

A memorable romance cast is more than the sum of its parts. To create an effective book, all the characters – protagonists, antagonists, and minor characters – must work together as a unit. And each must fit the kind of book you’re trying to write. Leatherface of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre does not belong in a Rom Com. Nor do you want minor characters to steal the book.

But how do you create a good cast for this book and the audience you’re aiming for?

I talk about how to design your heroic couple for each other, along with the minor characters and sidekicks who help make the protagonists three-dimensional. I’ll also talk antagonists and their henchmen, and how to use them to create tension and excitement.

Next, I’ll explore dialogue, humor, and arguments as the means to develop character and conflict.

The result will be a firm foundation for your book so you won’t be flailing in the dark, trying to figure out why the heck it isn’t working. Learn more here.

Thanks so much for welcoming me into your inbox!

Angela Knight

An Except from my new book, Arcane Betrayal

Dear Reader –

I spent this summer working on the latest novel in my Arcane Talents series. Now here it is, just in time for Christmas (and my birthday)!

Here’s a taste:

 

Targeted by terrorists, a woman inhabited by a tiger spirit turns to the lover she left behind.

Margay Whitfield has a mystical bond to a tiger spirit which allows her to call on the animal’s power – until a terrorist bombing leaves her with PTSD and shaky control over her inner big cat.

 

Now she’s come home to Ashburg, S.C., where her mother owns a restaurant. Margay hopes that a simple, boring job will give her the time and peace to heal her psychic wounds and rebuild her control over Razia, her tiger. 

 

But when the terrorists who attacked her in Ukraine use Raz to turn the town against her and her mother, she has to call a cop.

 

Though Ashburg Police Chief Grant Sawyer has no magical abilities at all, he and Margay were childhood best friends – and high school sweethearts. But ten years of tragedy has left Margay with deep psychological wounds and a fear she could hurt – even kill – the man she loves.

 

Can Margay and Grant defeat the terrorists despite the odds, and rediscover their lost love?

 

 

Excerpt:

 

Grant Sawyer stared down into Margay’s lovely oval face. As always, those big, Feral gold eyes fascinated him. They seemed to glow against the warm brown of her skin in the illumination from the SUV’s dash lights. She wore no lipstick on her wide, full mouth, and her white teeth flashed as she spoke. Her long black hair was woven into countless thin braids, with other strands left curling loose. He’d Googled it, and the style was called goddess braids. 

 

Which, as far as he was concerned, was an entirely appropriate ‘do for Margay Whitfield. All that hair was tied in a swinging tail that hung to her pert, perfect ass. Since she wore only leggings and a United States Arcane Corps long-sleeved tee, he could tell she was as fit as she’d been in high school. Curves everywhere curves should be, and lean muscle everywhere else.

 

God, he wanted her. Her wide nostrils flared, and he had the uncomfortable feeling she could see the hunger in his eyes, smell it in his scent.

 

She was even more beautiful than back when he’d dreamed of a future with her. Before the Arcane Corps -- and something seriously nasty -- had put that look in her Feral gold eyes.

Grant had been sitting in his vehicle working on a report when some instinct made him glance up to see a dark figure darting by. Running so fast his jaw dropped.

 

Then she’d shot in front of his headlights, and he’d recognized Margay. Her braids flew behind her as she ran, long legs flashing as her arms pumped. She’d been running full out, nothing held back, and her face gleamed with sweat even in the cold. She’d worn an expression of such desperation and pain, his heart clenched in his chest.

 

So he’d started his vehicle and pulled out after her. When she’d turned back to him, he’d instantly read the fear behind her wide, tight smile.

 

He couldn’t stand the thought of scaring Margay Whitfield. Yet even after he’d identified himself – even after he’d gotten out of the SUV -- the unease remained.

 

Why the hell would she look at him like that? Why had she been ducking him? They’d grown up best friends – caught frogs as nine-year-olds, watched anime in middle school, geeked out together about SF novels, comics and films as teens. Gone to Dragon Con in Atlanta every year, collecting selfies and cosplaying as superheroes or anime or gaming characters. Shared their first kiss. Gone to prom. Made love.

 

Loved.

 

And yeah, Brandy had been right – Grant had loved Margay more than he’d ever loved his wife.

 

He’d understood why Margay had walked away from him after high school. She’d wanted to join the Arcane Corps ever since they’d been kids. After all, her father had been a Corps vet with a magical tiger of his own. So Grant hadn’t resented it – much -- when she’d left to join the Corps. He’d wanted to be a cop just as bad.

 

She’d succeeded in her goal, just as he had, only to leave the Corps and come home. With rumored wounds that didn’t show.

 

Grant had tried more than once to talk to her -- even showing up at her mother's restaurant -- but she’d just shaken her head and said she was busy.

 

Jocelyn had told him she'd come back injured to the soul. Not physically -- that long, smooth body was whole. She still moved with the same fluid strength and confidence. But there were scars in those golden eyes.

 

Before Grant could think of a way to reach her now, the radio handset on his shoulder gave a demanding crackle. "Ashburg I-1, you've got a 10-80 at 156 Jones St.”

 

He cursed silently and triggered the handset clipped to his shoulder as he turned back to his SUV. "Ashburg I-1, en route.” He released the transmit button and told her, “I’ve got to take this.”

 

Margay frowned, worry in her eyes, and half started after him. “What’s a 10-80?”

 

“Domestic violence call.” He curled his lip in disgust. “Sounds like Sam Jenkins beat the hell out of his girlfriend again.”

 

"You need backup? I could go with you.”

 

Because of course she would. Everything else might be gone to shit, but Margay would always have his back. “Thanks, but I’ve got it.”

 

She frowned, visibly worrying. “But what if this asshole has a gun? I'm bulletproof and you're not."

 

"And if you were a cop, I'd love to have you. But you're not, and if something happened, the liability would eat the town alive."

 

At that she deflated. "Yeah, it wouldn’t be a good idea to put Raz in that situation anyway. It'd be too likely to set her off." With a sigh, Margay waved him on. “Better go answer your call."

 

She watched as he slid into his vehicle. When he glanced into his rearview mirror as he drove away, she was still staring after him.

 

As if, despite her cat, despite whatever the hell had happened to her, she still cared.

 

Christ knew he did.

 

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