Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Sunday, July 19, 2015

A #SinfulSundays #Excerpt! :-)

Hey Everyone!! :-)

Well, well, well! Take a look at what your favorite fairy prince and his curvy bride are up to! ;-)

Excerpt from WIP novella:

The outfit that Raleigh had designed was perfect, and it fit Roni like a glove. Uaine was going to love it! The whole thing consisted of a red leather corset, which magically laced itself to make her already hourglass figure obscene. A pair of tiny, red silk, crotchless panties. Shoulder-length, red leather gloves. And thigh-high, red leather boots with five-inch spiked heels. The corset cupped and supported her magnificent breasts, but left them fully exposed. The boots were cut so that the front of the tops was higher than the back. They rose all the way up her legs, so that the sides that lay along her inner thighs brushed her outer labia, and the pointed fronts framed her pubic area in a V.

Roni looked into the full-length mirror that was set into the wall next to the door and ran her hands over her leather-clad curves. Watching the hands in her reflection flow like water over her body, she smiled happily. Not wanting to spoil the effect, she fixed a stern expression on her face as she moved towards the bedroom.

Uaine looked up to see a vision that must surely have been plucked from his most erotic fantasies stalking towards him on the bed. She oozed confidence and sexuality as she slinked forward on her crimson heels. A severe expression carved her high cheek-bones into razor edges, and the scarlet clothing made her light-coffee colored skin glow. Her long, curly, mahogany hair shone reddish in the candlelight, as the waves cascaded over her bare shoulders.

Drawing in a sharp breath, it was all the prince could do to keep from tearing the bed to pieces so he could free his hands and touch her. The stunning creature reached out to run one leather-encased finger down his cheek. The material was soft and smooth against his skin, but he could feel the warmth of her inside it.

"Your safeword will be 'stad'," said Roni, as she bent over to kiss him lightly on the lips. "Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, mistress," he answered, his mouth suddenly dry.

Wondering who Roni and Uaine are?  Check out their story in Bound By The Summer Prince here:

Did you miss the other excerpts from this soon-to-be-released story?  Check them out here:

Thanks for stopping by!!! :-)

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