Eva Roman's attack five years ago has left her with more than just terrifying memories; she is now a seven-foot-tall werewolf. Eva has learned how to hide what she's become, but when she hears sounds rumbling under her feet and no one else can hear it, she has no choice but to investigate. Eva follows the sound to a very large wolf using powerful magic against a warrior, but something goes wrong, knocking them both out. Eva's instincts tell her to help the stranger, but when he seems to recognize her, she is not so sure about helping.
Smoke's battle with an evil warlord leaves him powerless and unable to remember his own name. To Smoke's surprise, he is offered help and shelter by Eva Roman, and she even gives him the name David. Smoke/David is instantly attracted to Eva, distracting him from the danger still stalking him. Hopefully, the foreign emotions he has for Eva will be enough; the moment she realizes he is more than just one man may change everything, but first they must survive the warlords' wrath.
Angela Knight's MASTER OF SMOKE is another installment in the sexy and adventurous Avalon series, which (of course!) guarantees pure reading pleasure for all. Don't miss it!
Master of Smoke
Meanwhile, White Fangβs former victim wasnβt letting any
grass grow under his bare feet. He ran into the woods as if
he could see in the dark, long, black hair flying, every
step shouting of a grim determination to put as much
distance as possible between himself and his attacker.
Then he stumbled over a root, slammed a shoulder into a tree
trunk, and fell on his face.
Shit. Eva slid to her knees beside him. βHey, are you okay?β
She took him by one brawny shoulder and rolled him over. He
was heavy, massive with bone and muscle. Back in her human
days, she probably wouldnβt have been able to budge him at
all. He stared up at her, dazed and shocked. She tried
again, enunciating. βAre you hurt?β
His pupils snapped into thin slits against crystalline blue
irises, and his lips peeled back from fangs. One hand
flashed out to clamp around her wrist in a grip like forged
steel.
And he snarled right into her face.
Startled, she tried to jerk back. With her strength, she
should have pulled free easily, yet his grip didnβt break.
βHey! Let go! Iβm trying to help, dammit!β
He stared at her, something profoundly alien in his blue
eyes. Abruptly the hostility faded, replaced by a hot male
interest. She tugged again, but he dragged her down and
breathed in deeply, as if drinking in her scent.
Just as she drank his. Damn, he smelled good. Pure male
musk, tempting despite the sweat, rage, and fear lingering
in his scent.
Eva frowned. There was blood, too, smelling of copper and
pain as it rolled from the cuts and scratches marring
muscled ribs and brawny arms.
βItβs you.β His voice was incredibly deep, as dark and soft
as black velvet. βAt last.β
βMe?β She swallowed. βWhat are you talking about?β
βWe have waited for you for so very long,β he rumbled, his
gaze searching her face with a passionate intensity sheβd
never seen in a manβs eyes. βWeβve hungered for your
loveβfor your simple company. And now here you are. At last.β
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