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  Praise for the Mageverse novels

  MASTER OF SHADOWS

  “Angela doesn’t hold anything back. Anyone who is a Mageverse fan is going to love this new addition.”

  —Night Owl Reviews

  MASTER OF SMOKE

  “Knight’s clever and comedic seventh Mageverse paranormal . . . follows a passionate romance between an unwilling female werewolf and an amnesiac Sidhe warrior containing the spirit of a great cat, set against a complex series background incorporating vampires, witches, alien spirits, and the legend of King Arthur . . . The result is a successful mix of magic, romance, humor, and mind-blowing sex.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “If you enjoy a paranormal series with a healthy dose of erotica, enough wit to lighten the mood, battles of good vs. evil, and a new twist on an old story line, then what are you waiting for? Enter the world of Mageverse—I promise, once you get in, you won’t want to go back!”

  —Night Owl Reviews

  MASTER OF FIRE

  “A fantastic book . . . The story was fresh and new and exciting . . . Sure to keep the reader on the edge of her seat. Ms. Knight has outdone herself . . . [She] has created some of the hottest sex scenes known to man. The sexual chemistry between Logan and Giada is out of this world . . . Not to mention, the ending is sure to leave you craving the next book.”

  —The Romance Studio

  “A great addition to the Mageverse series . . . Most enjoyable.”

  —Book Binge

  MASTER OF DRAGONS

  “Many thanks to Angela Knight for keeping this series sexy and unique.”

  —Romance Reader at Heart

  MASTER OF SWORDS

  “Fabulous . . . A terrific romantic fantasy that spins the Arthurian legend into a different, unique direction.”

  —Midwest Book Review

  MASTER OF WOLVES

  “Grandmaster of the paranormal romantic suspense.”

  —Midwest Book Review

  MASTER OF THE MOON

  “The author has certainly gotten inventive with her Mageverse series, and there’s no denying it is something different among the current glut of paranormal books.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  MASTER OF THE NIGHT

  “A terrific paranormal romantic suspense thriller that never slows down until the final confrontation between good and evil. The action-packed story line moves at a fast clip.”

  —Midwest Book Review

  WARRIOR

  “A wonderful science fiction romantic suspense.”

  —Genre Go Round Reviews

  “The character chemistry is gorgeous; the sex is searing hot; the world fascinating and a joy to explore. All in all, a great book!”

  —Errant Dreams Reviews

  JANE’S WARLORD

  “What an awesome, scintillating, and sexy book! Jane’s Warlord is intriguing, extremely sensuous, and just plain adventurous. A star is born.”

  —RT Book Reviews (Top Pick)

  [Angela Knight’s] world is believable and her plotting fast- paced. Knight’s fictional world seems to have a promising future.”

  —Booklist

  Berkley Sensation titles by Angela Knight

  Mageverse Series

  MASTER OF THE NIGHT

  MASTER OF THE MOON

  MASTER OF WOLVES

  MASTER OF SWORDS

  MASTER OF DRAGONS

  MASTER OF FIRE

  MASTER OF SMOKE

  MASTER OF SHADOWS

  MASTER OF DARKNESS

  The Time Hunters Series

  JANE’S WARLORD

  WARRIOR

  GUARDIAN

  CAPTIVE DREAMS

  (with Diane Whiteside)

  MERCENARIES

  Especials

  “MOON DANCE” FROM OVER THE MOON

  Anthologies

  HOT BLOODED

  (with Christine Feehan, Maggie Shayne, and Emma Holly)

  BITE

  (with Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, MaryJanice Davidson,

  and Vickie Taylor)

  KICK ASS

  (with Maggie Shayne, MaryJanice Davidson, and Jacey Ford)

  OVER THE MOON

  (with MaryJanice Davidson, Virginia Kantra, and Sunny)

  BEYOND THE DARK

  (with Emma Holly, Lora Leigh, and Diane Whiteside)

  SHIFTER

  (with Lora Leigh, Alyssa Day, and Virginia Kantra)

  HOT FOR THE HOLIDAYS

  (with Lora Leigh, Anya Bast, and Allyson James)

  BURNING UP

  (with Nalini Singh, Virginia Kantra, and Meljean Brook)

  MASTER OF DARKNESS

  ANGELA KNIGHT

  THE BERKLEY PUBLISHING GROUP

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  MASTER OF DARKNESS

  A Berkley Sensation Book / published by arrangement with the author

  PUBLISHING HISTORY

  Berkley Sensation mass-market / August 2012

  Copyright © 2012 by Angela Knight.

  Excerpt from “Enforcer” from Unbound by Angela Knight copyright © 2013 by Angela Knight. Cover art by Gene Mollica. Hand lettering by Ron Zinn.

  Cover design by George Long.

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  ISBN: 978-1-101-58127-8

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  Contents

  Praise

  Also by Angela Knight

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Acknowledgments

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  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

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  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  EPILOGUE

  Special Excerpt

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  As always, I had a lot of help on this book.

  Virginia Ettel, my dear Bookdragon, did troubleshooting on my giant snake, originally far too fat and un-snakey. Author and Gaelic speaker Eileen Gormley kept Finvarra from sounding like a Lucky Charms commercial. Shelby Morgen (aka the Queen of Porn, the Mistress of Darkness, and She Who You Don’t Want to Sing to You) kept me from collapsing into a whimpering heap of self-doubt. Sandy (aka Camille Anthony) helped me avoid a nasty anticlimax. Kate Douglas, Markeeta Karland, and my beloved friend Diane Whiteside spotted assorted plot holes, typos, and logic problems.

  My agent, Jessica Faust, provided encouragement and suggestions in the book’s early stages. Congratulations to her and her husband on their new baby boy, Ryland.

  Thanks, as always, to my patient editor Cindy Hwang, without whom I would have no career. Her assistant, associate editor Leis Pederson, is always willing to help with my latest crisis. Thanks, Leis.

  I also want to dedicate this, the ninth and last book of the Mageverse series, to my sister, Angela Patterson. She has always been my dearest friend and cheerleader, even in the days when I was struggling to get something, anything, published. She will never know how much that meant to me. Her husband, Chuck, has been a source of warm encouragement and the occasional cackling laugh. (Sometimes at my expense.) He and Angela love being grandparents more than anyone I have ever seen. As well they should, with grandbabies Princess Naomi and the Bonny Princes, Charles, William, Richard, and Henry.

  Most of all I want to thank my loving (and beloved) parents. My mother, Gayle Lee, encouraged me to become a writer from the time I was nine and wrote “The Mouse Who Went to the Moon.” Her unstinting praise made me believe I could actually do this. My father, home builder Paul Lee, taught me the meaning of dedication, hard work, and craftsmanship, characteristics I have tried to bring to my writing.

  As always, I want to thank my husband, Michael, who is still the loving heart of every hero I’ve ever written. My son, Anthony, and his friend, James Berg, provided meals and housecleaning when I was too busy writing to do either. They are much appreciated.

  Last, but certainly not least, I want to dedicate this book to you, my readers, who have stuck with me through the Mageverse series. I hope that you will enjoy the coming books in my new Familiars trilogy. Thank you for reading!

  ANGELA KNIGHT

  ONE

  William Justice arched against the mattress like a man being tortured on a rack, his hips rolling upward as he braced his big feet on the bed. Breathing in pumping pants, he ground his head back into the pillow and growled. The low rumble didn’t sound human.

  An erection curved high over his taut abdomen, hard as a blade, flushed dark and thick with need. A single bead of pre-come clung to the curving tip of his velvet glans. He sucked in a deeper breath, making the long shaft dance. The drop broke free, hit his belly, and rolled into his navel.

  Dropping his hips to the bed, he went still, dark lashes fanning his cheeks as his eyes flicked behind his closed lids, tracking the dream that tormented him.

  One big hand fell into the sheets, curled into a fist around a handful of twisted cotton, and gripped hard. A bead of sweat rolled down the thick curve of his biceps, drawing a shining trail as it worked its way along the contours of muscle.

  As always, he dreamed of Miranda Drake. Miranda, with eyes the vivid gold of sunlight-shot amber, and a mane of hair as red as fox fur. Her breasts looked intriguingly full beneath the soft cotton T-shirts she favored, usually with some snarky phrase scrawled across the front. Snug blue jeans drew attention to her long runner’s legs and delightfully curvy ass.

  Justice had never seen her naked anywhere except his dreams. These days, that was damned near every time he fell asleep. Sometimes he dreamed her nipples were the color of peaches on the sweet cream curves of her breasts, or candy pink, or soft, dusky rose. But in every single dream, her scent intoxicated him with its rich, erotic promise as she reached for him with a wicked, witchy smile.

  Never mind that the real Miranda treated him with a cool, distant professionalism that made it plain he was her bodyguard. And that was all.

  All he was. All he’d ever be.

  “Dammit, Miranda.” Lips peeling off his teeth, Justice growled, the sound deepening to become a bestial rumble. “Miranda!”

  Magic flashed. Blazing sparks engulfed him in azure energy. The glowing outline of Justice’s big body grew even bigger, muscles bulging thicker, swelling along lengthening bones. Fingernails curved into claws, shredding the sheet he still gripped. A silken tide of sable fur raced across his body, thickening over chest and groin just as his short hair lengthened into a thick, black mane that extended halfway down his back.

  Justice woke with a jerk, pointed ears flattening against his skull. “Fuck,” he growled through the sharp teeth filling his long muzzle. With a disgusted growl, he rolled out of the king bed that was now too short for him, leaving behind shredded navy sheets.

  Third time this week he’d wrecked the bed. That damned witch was driving him insane.

  Justice stalked on clawed toes to the stained glass window, jerked the latch up, and swung the window wide. Fall air gusted into his face, cool and damp with the woody smell of decaying leaves. Judging by the angle of the sun, it was early afternoon. They’d started keeping Magekind hours, he and Miranda, sleeping during the day and going on missions at night.

  You did that when you worked with vampires.

  Bracing his hands on the window frame, he stared out across the elegant cityscape of castles, chateaus, and villas that surrounded Miranda’s cottage. Towering walls of marble and granite shone in the afternoon sun, surrounded by trees gone orange and gold with autumn. Topiary knights and ladies danced and jousted between the gilded oaks, swaying in the afternoon breeze.

  Avalon.

  An enchanted city built by witches on a world that was the other-dimensional twin to Earth, Avalon inhabited a universe where magic was a natural force, like magnetism or gravity. You could use that power to build a house—or turn into a werewolf.

  Two months ago, Justice had agreed to serve as the bodyguard Miranda desperately needed. Her father had sworn to kill her, and he was more than capable of carrying out the threat. Even King Arthur and his vampire Knights of the Round Table weren’t enough protection.

  Not against Warlock, immortal wizard, werewolf, and all-around son of a bitch.

  Justice wasn’t sure he was good enough protection either, especially given this damned sexual obsession he’d developed. Bodyguards did not become obsessed with the bodies they guarded. Not and keep their clients alive.

  Yeah, that did it. Looking down, Justice saw that the thought of Miranda in danger had indeed killed his hard-on. He swung the window closed, turned to brace his back against the cool wall, and tried not to remember the dream.

  So of course he remembered it anyway. Miranda, naked on her knees, offering him the smooth, perfect peach of her ass. Her witchy eyes shimmered as she smiled at him over one slim, pale shoulder. Her oval face reminded him of an Art Deco goddess, with its delicate strength and long Roman nose. Dusky rose lips curved in a white and wicked smile, seductive as Eve’s. Her gleaming hair cascaded around her shoulders in a thousand shades, from fox-fur to antique gold, and her round, pretty tits danced as she moved. Her pink nipples seemed to beg for the swirl of his tongue and the rake of his teeth. Her slick sex pouted at him from the soft, fiery curls between her spread thighs. Ready for his aching cock . . .

  Which promptly stirred and began to rise again, unfurling with the hot flood of arousal through his veins.

  “You’re kil
ling me,” Justice told the dream, raking both hands through his thick werewolf mane in pure frustration.

  Dammit, it wasn’t as if she were in her Burning Moon. The Dire Wolf equivalent of heat struck fertile werewolf females once a year. During that month, their bodies produced clouds of pheromones that drove every male around insane with need. Justice’s obsession would be understandable if he’d spent weeks drinking that seductive scent. Only Miranda wasn’t in her Moon. The crazed heat he felt was purely his own creation. Meanwhile, she treated him with the unwavering good manners of a lady of the Chosen, a werewolf aristocrat who could trace her lineage back fifteen centuries. God knew what had inspired the erotic nymph of his dreams. It certainly had nothing to do with reality.

  Dammit, he shouldn’t even be thinking about this. If he didn’t stay on his clawed toes, she didn’t have a prayer against Warlock.

  Protecting people was what Justice did. It was what he was. Even becoming a werewolf hadn’t changed that. He damned well wouldn’t let it.

  I am not going to let Miranda’s luscious peach ass distract me from keeping her alive.

  * * *

  Miranda Drake dreamed of her mother’s death.

  On some level, she knew it was a dream; she’d had this particular nightmare so many times, even her unconscious mind recognized it. Yet repetition hadn’t blunted its power to suck her into horror.

  She screamed at herself not to open the door, but the dream Miranda did it anyway. Just as on that night three months ago, Gerald Drake stood on the other side—seven and a half feet of enraged, fully transformed werewolf. Snarling, her stepfather stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him.

  Miranda backed away, her heart in her throat. He’d been beating her and her mother ever since she could remember. She knew this one was going to be bad.

  “You utter fool!” Baring the knife length of his fangs, Gerald backhanded her before she could block the blow. She slammed into the wall with a crash that rattled the foyer paintings as she fell flat on her ass. “You betrayed your people.” His voice rose to a roar. “You betrayed your god!”

  Miranda shook her ringing head as she fought to scramble to her feet. She had to get away before he hit her again.