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

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

How About A Little #TuesdayMotivation? ;-)

Hey Everyone!

I'm back with another glimpse into Petri's world, and it looks like she may be having a little more fun than is her usual lately. Check it out... ;-)

Excerpt from book two of the Petri Dish Chronicles:
"Fuck me," she demanded.

It was Daji's turn to blink. "What?"

"Fuck me! Now!" Leaning forward against his hold, she kissed him hard. Crushing his lips back against his teeth.

Jerking his head back, he glared at her in astonishment. He clenched his jaw and shook her a little. "I am in no mood to be gentle or submit to you."

She laughed and yanked at her wrists, twisting in his grip. "I didn't fucking ask you to! Just fuck me, already!" Using the leverage her legs gave her, Petri ground her core against the front of his body.

Growling, he leaned in close to her and bared his fangs. "Do you remember the safeword?"

Petri nodded. "Kuacha."

Closing his eyes, he let out a breath and paused.

Petri waited silently, watching him.

When he opened his eyes, his expression sharpened. "I will try not to hurt you."

Tightening her thighs around his waist, Petri drew him closer and gave him a hard smile. "Do your worst. I will," she whispered.

Daji's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed. Growling, he tightened his hold on her wrists, grinding them together. He grabbed her hair with his other hand and tilted her head to the side so that he could trail his fangs down her throat. A sharp sting came when he nipped her where her neck met her shoulder, and Petri felt a warm trickle against her skin that told her he had drawn blood.

Pulling back a little, Daji held her eyes as he pointedly licked her blood from his lips. He cocked an eyebrow at her, and she laughed. Using her power, she healed the tiny wound he had made, and said, "Come on, you can do better than that."

With a wicked grin, Daji released her and spun her around with one movement. He tore the overall she wore down the back and pushed the shredded material from her body. Picking her up out of the pool the ruined garment made at her feet, he pushed her face down over the table.

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