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

Friday, June 29, 2018

A Royal Welcome... ;-)



Hey Everyone!! :-)

Since Summer is almost here, I just thought I'd share a little reminder about how much fun Winter can be. Enjoy! :-)

Excerpt from Captivated by the Winter King:
As they continued down the path it seemed to grow narrower, and the trees that lined it thicker. Soon they reached a point where vines hung across the path barring their way. Kate looked at the growths, and then at Ankou. But he just stood there patiently. After a moment, his patience seemed to be rewarded, as the vines began moving. At first, they seemed to clear the way, but then they whipped out and entangled both Kate and her guide.

"Remain calm," he said.

Kate fought to hold still. It wasn't long before a tendril extended itself toward her face. At the end of the extension was a brown, shriveled-looking pod. She looked at it with suspicion.

"It won't hurt you, just let it learn who you are."

She waited. The pod rattled and then brushed against her cheek. Withdrawing, it hovered in front of her face and bloomed into a spectacular black rose. Kate thought she heard a chiming sound move through foliage, and then she was free. The vines drew back to form an arch over the trail. On the far side of the rose-lined archway, Kate saw an enormous tree rising into the night sky.

The tree was set on a slight incline and was so massive she couldn't make out the topmost branches. It had no leaves, and its roots were thick and twisted over each other at its base. She had never seen a more forbidding looking tree. "What's that?" she whispered.

"That is the palace. The vines are part of its defense. If they had not recognized us, they would have dispersed acidic spores into the air that would have dissolved even our bones."

She stopped and looked at him, appalled. "Do you mean to tell me that anyone who gets near the palace has to be someone the vines recognize? What if you have visitors?"

Laughing, he replied, "No. The vines only protect this approach. This is a hidden way to the palace. The main approach is also protected, but it is not barred to all but palace residents the way this one is. We do not murder others just for dropping by."

Mollified, she started forward only to stop when another thought occurred to her. "How did the vines recognize me? I've never been here before."

"The Siorghra bond is recognized by all. You are my Anamchara, and so queen of the Winter Court. The magic that imbues the vines recognizes that. It's the reason they gave you roses; they don't do that for everyone."

Looking at him in amazement, she said, "I think I'm going to have a lot to get used to."


Want to find out what happens next? Then, go ahead and grab your copy at the link below. Happy Reading!! :-)


Captivated by the Winter King






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