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

Thursday, October 8, 2015

#Fun & #Games! ;-)

Hey Everyone!! :-)

Here's a little something to bring some cheer to your Thursday! ;-)

Excerpt From Captivated By The Winter King (coming soon):
Stroking his cheek with the back of her finger, she asked, "Are you okay?"

Sweat streamed down the Winter king's body, but he threw a cocky grin at his mate and said, "You don't have what it takes to break me, human."

Laughing, Kate answered, "We'll see." Moving behind her mate, she shook her head. His words were true, he was too strong and too experienced for her to be able to take him past his limits even if she wanted to. But she knew he was teasing her. This wasn't about 'breaking' anyone, it was about having fun and their mutual gratification. Putting her glove back on, she eased the dildo out of his body and removed the cock ring. She considered neutralizing the lubricant as well but decided against it. Smirking, she thought, if he wanted mercy, he could ask for it.

Kate backed up several steps and ordered, "Drop to your knees and crawl to me, slave."

Easing down to his knees, it was all the Winter king could do to keep from giving into the urge to cum. His mate had removed the cock ring and the dildo, but the combined stimulation from the toys, the lubricant, and the flogging she had given him left him more than ready to explode. As he crawled to her, he kept his gaze on hers as both a challenge and a plea.

Watching her mate come towards her fanned Kate's arousal. He didn't move like a supplicant who intended to beg. Instead, the sinuous play of muscles in his back spoke of his strength and the potential that was restrained only because he hadn't decided to unleash it yet. His movement was both beautiful and threatening. He didn't crawl to her like a slave; he stalked her like a predator.

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