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!
When beautiful werewolf Eva Roman discovers a handsome Sidhe
warrior being magically tortured by another werewolf, she
comes to the rescue. Trouble is, the man she christens David
has no memory of why he’s being hunted – and no idea how to
control his incredible powers. Now both of them have become
targets for werewolf assassins. The only hope of survival
they have is to turn to each other.
Excerpt
Master of Smoke
Meanwhile, White Fang’s former victim wasn’t 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. “Hey, are you okay?”
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 wouldn’t have been able to budge him at
all. He stared up at her, dazed and shocked. She tried
again, enunciating. “Are you hurt?”
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 didn’t break.
“Hey! Let go! I’m trying to help, dammit!”
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.
“It’s you.” His voice was incredibly deep, as dark and soft
as black velvet. “At last.”
“Me?” She swallowed. “What are you talking about?”
“We have waited for you for so very long,” he rumbled, his
gaze searching her face with a passionate intensity she’d
never seen in a man’s eyes. “We’ve hungered for your
love—for your simple company. And now here you are. At last.”
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