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Dear Readers – The next book of the Mageverse series is out now! I hope you’ll take a look.

After combat news cameraman Adam Parker covers a Times Square attack by blue- skinned aliens that costs hundreds of lives, the invaders try to kidnap him. Fortunately, the attempt is foiled by a sword-swinging Knight of the Round Table and his witch partner. But when the vampire knight removes his helmet, Adam realizes Sir Baldulf is the father who abandoned him and his mother when he was ten.

Ulf swears he and Opal Cassidy are Adam’s only hope of survival. Otherwise the aliens will keep coming after him. Furious, Adam wants nothing to do with either of them -- especially after Opal uses her magic to force him to run from the aliens instead of doing his job.

Opal has been ordered to seduce Adam and transform him into a vampire. Still grieving for a previous partner after more than a decade, the witch wants nothing to do with the handsome, cynical mortal. But orders are orders, so seduction it is.

Despite Adam’s bitterness and her grief, the two discover they have red-hot sexual chemistry. As the stakes climb and passion turns to love, Opal and Adam realize that if they don’t take a chance on each other, humanity will pay the price.

Master of Passion -- Angela Knight

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Here’s the Excerpt:

“Okay, fine.” He stepped over to her. She controlled the impulse to retreat. “But if we’re going to do this, I want to call the shots.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I take the lead this time instead of you pulling my strings.”

Opal met his gaze and blew out a breath. Tried not to think about Joaquin. “All right.”

She waited for the kiss, but it didn’t come. Instead Adam just stared into her eyes. Opal shifted uncomfortably, but she had discipline, by God, and so she made herself wait.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “Leave it all to me.”

“Fine,” she said, and started to cross her arms. Realizing that was self-defeating, she dropped them again and forced herself to meet his eyes. Found herself staring. Joaquin’s had been a warm, velvet brown, but Adam’s were a vibrant turquoise. He really was ridiculously handsome, with that straight nose, high cheekbones, and a neatly trimmed honey beard framing his jaw line. His hair was the most gorgeous she’d ever seen on a man, a hundred shades from rich brown to gold to sun-kissed honey. And yet she’d never seen him use the hair, never caught him shaking it out or arranging it to draw a woman’s eye. “Doesn’t that mane get in the way?”

“Sometimes.” He reached for hers, combed his fingers through her curls, caught one, drew it out, watched it bounce back. “Does yours?”

“I keep it braided when I fight.” Her voice sounded a little rough, and she had to stop and clear her throat. “And I wear a helmet.”

“It’s soft,” he breathed. He released the curl, let his hand drift to her lower lip to brush his thumb delicately across its curve. She was surprised at how rough and calloused his skin was. Somehow she’d thought his hands would be soft. Licking her lips, she realized he tasted faintly salty.

Opal stared up into his eyes and had the sudden sensation that she was falling, as if her entire consciousness was being pulled up into those amazing eyes. Looking closer, she saw there were thin threads of gold in his irises, and she wondered if that was an illusion created by the hair.

This close, she could feel the magical buzz of the Gift deep in his cells. She couldn’t smell him the way vampires could scent a Latent, but she’d have known he was Ulf’s son just from the contours of his face. His lips were a little fuller than his father’s, though, with more of a curve to the upper lip. And there was something in the shape of his eyes that wasn’t quite the same. It made her wonder what his mother looked like.

Adam bent his head. He did it slowly, giving her plenty of time to retreat. Asking permission. She didn’t retreat, of course. It was only as his lips touched hers that she realized duty had nothing to do with her willingness.

She wanted to know how he tasted.

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MASTER OF SMOKE hit the NYT list at #13
MASTER OF FIRE hit the NYT list at #18.
WARRIOR hit the printed NYT list at #20.
MASTER OF DRAGONS (6/07) hit the NYT extended list at #21
MASTER OF SWORDS (10/06) hit the NYT extended list at #28
MASTER OF WOLVES (4/06) hit #22 on New York Times extended list

 

 

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