From the Publisher
Praise for Angela Knight’s paranormal romances
“A terrific paranormal romantic suspense thriller that never slows down . . . The action-packed story line moves at a fast clip.”—Midwest Book Review
“Suspense and erotic romance . . . intense and compelling.”—The Romance Reader
“[A] paranormal with lots of imagination and plenty of sensual moments . . . one powerfully intriguing book . . . one of the hottest books out [there].”—The Romance Reader’s Connection
“A powerful romantic suspense and sensuous tale all rolled into one alluring and explosive package . . . Twists and turns, fairies, vampires, and sex hot enough to burn, Master of the Night delivers them all.”—Romance Reviews Today
The Barnes & Noble Review
Angela Knight follows up her previous paranormal thrillers -- Master of the Moon, Master of the Night -- with a third winner in the series, again set in Clarkston, South Carolina.
Dire Wolf Jim London has vowed to find out who killed his best friend by going undercover -- as a drug dog! One month later, policewoman Faith West has a new partner -- a big German shepherd named Rambo; but her fellow cops are acting strangely, and dead bodies are turning up all over town. Before Faith knows it, she has lost her job, been wounded in a fight with a vampire, and transformed into a Dire Wolf. And that's just for starters. Along with her new animal nature, she's got Burning Moon hormones to burn (lucky that Jim is on hand) and is engaged in a search for two of the three Holy Grails. Knight delivers all the action, shape-shifting, and sex that her fans have come to anticipate. Ginger Curwen
Read an Excerpt
Jim hadn’t expected the handler to be a woman. That was going to complicate the situation. For one thing, she was gorgeous, way too cute to be a cop. And she smelled just as delicious as she looked, a blend of shampoo and her own natural female scent. He was unable to resist an admiring sniff.
“Beautiful boy,” she purred, raking her nails across the underside of his jaw in a caress that made him want to groan. She grinned, delighted with his reaction. “Like that, huh?”
Jim woofed softly, playing his part to the hilt. She cooed more nonsense at him, and he obligingly panted. Oh, man, he thought. This is going to get old fast. The last thing he wanted to do with a beautiful woman was pretend to be an overgrown puppy. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a choice. If he wanted to find out what the hell was going on, he had to remain in dog form . . .