Sex and magic. The perfect combination…
Since I started to leave the door open in writing fantasy romance–and on some occasions taking the whole door off its hinges and throwing it from the citadel–I’ve loved the idea of blending sex and magic. What better way to pay a magician than with your body? Or to draw magic up from the earth with the a blistering hot wave of released pleasure? It’s a thread that runs through most of my fantasy romance to varying degrees.
In ‘At the Sorcerer’s Command’ Miar is meant as payment for her master. As an apprentice, her body belongs to him and he will take her virginity once her training as a mage is complete. It’s not something she’s looking forward to, as her interest lies in a man she can’t have, Varun, the Duke’s new paladin. He doesn’t believe in magic, to him it’s all smoke and mirrors…which is a bit of worry when they’re about to face a sorcerer who’s brought a host of the undead to their door. And the sorcerer demands her payment too. It starts in the snippet below…
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Kim
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Kim Knox brews sex, magic, darkness and technology in a little corner of North West England. She writes erotic science fiction and fantasy romance for Carina Press, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Cleis Press and others.
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At the Sorcerer’s Command:
Miar is her people’s only hope to defeat the sorcerer who has besieged her home. She has an unusual talent. She’s a soul-catcher, able to twist any soul to her will. And Varun, the man who must guard her, is willing to use her and her gift anyway he can.
Thrones of Desire: Erotic Tales of Swords, Mist and Fire is a place where lust and legend abound, and adventure, passion and danger entwine. Think mystical lands and creatures, kings and queens, knights and renegades, heroes and villains, warlords, maidens and princesses. Think battles and danger, honour and dishonour, good and evil. Most of all, think hearts filled with passion and secret desire.
This is a place where romantic chivalry is alive and well, but so too is romantic wickedness. This is a place where the good do not always win, and the bad are often more captivating and desirable than their altruistic counterparts.
In these lush and timeless landscapes, the battle for flesh can be as important as the battle for power. Intrigue, sorcery, revenge, lawlessness, dark secrets and mysterious elixirs; entanglements with supernatural beings – everything is possible in these magical mythical landscapes.
Excerpt
Kiritan’s mouth thinned and the spark of power thickened around her. “I know what you are. Does she? Should we let her find out?”
“You can’t control me.”
A sneer cut her mouth and she lifted both arms, her fingers stretched, her spine arching. White fire arced over her head, jagged and hot. Contained lightning. Not even my master risked drawing on so much power.
“I beg to differ, Paladin Varun.”
She brought her hands together, the fire twisting, writhing, bending to her command until it became a shinning ball of power. Strain showed in her face, her neck, her skin bleaching white under the brilliant light of the ball. And still she pushed…until the fire slithered into her veins, a living force, a fierce, white glow that spidered under her skin. Her blue eyes gleamed silver.
“Follow your nature, Varun. Take this untried woman for your own.” She reached out with her finger and touched him. Her laughter was raw. “Now I can enjoy some entertainment before my army devours you and your people.”
Varun jerked back, but took me with him and I stumbled trying to stay upright. “Varun…?” I fought to keep the fear from my voice. I knew his plan couldn’t work. I’d said it so many times, and he’d simply glared at him and told me to trust him.
The ripple of his growl ran heat and panic over my skin. His fingers flexed against my hip, before he trailed a slow line across my belly. His touch pricked unexpected warmth and I pulled in a quick breath, want pooling in my flesh. I cursed my insane want for this man. We were going to die and my single thought was the delicious fantasy of his bare skin against mine.
“Miar…” He filled my name with need and it wrapped around me, mixing with the slow stroke of his fingers over the rough linen of my breeches. He tugged at the cord that held them, loosening them around my hips. “Finally.”
His fingers dipped inside, teasing first one bow of my briefs and then the other, his fingertips feather-light across my skin.
“Showing her mercy, Varun?”
I ignored Kiritan, ignored the bite of sarcasm in her voice. Closing my eyes, I thought only of Varun’s touch. The skim of him against my flesh, the circles he drew, his low rumble vibrating down my spine to add to the liquid heat. His finger pushed lower, finding the sweet nub that fired want through my veins. I bucked against him, my mouth parting, the push of air quick and hot over my lips. I’d ached for this, for him.
“Take her.”
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