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, September 28, 2018

Fun & Games, Fairie-Style! ;-)



Hey Everyone!! :-)

I wanted to help you all get your weekend off to a good start with a quick, little visit to Fairie. Enjoy! :-)

Excerpt from Taken By The Huntsman:
“As you wish. But there are other activities we could indulge in.” He smiled.

Taking his hand as he helped her out of bed, she gave him an arch look. “I suppose there are at that." She smiled at him as an idea occurred to her. He said he enjoyed hunting…. “Tag! You’re it!” Tapping his arm, she raced into the bathroom ahead of him.

Cadeyrn was astonished when his Anamchara ran from him, but then he realized from her tone that she was playing a game with him. He felt himself harden and growled as he ran after her.

Cassie giggled as she heard her lover growl and ran into the shower. She turned on the water and then turned to face him. “I win!” she declared with a smile.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked in a voice that had gone low and gravely. “You appear to be trapped to me.” Walking up to block the entrance to the shower stall, he gave her a smoldering look.

Cassie felt moisture that didn’t come from the shower run down her thigh. She looked at Cadeyrn standing in front of her nude and fully erect. He looked like a marble statue of a Greek god come to life. His skin was pale, luminous, and ran like liquid velvet over his hard muscles. It was soft except for the calluses on his fingers, and she remembered how those had felt against her body the night before.

His hair was a wild tangle around his head and shoulders, making it appear as if red and gold flames surrounded him. His gorgeous green eyes were glowing again, and his thick, sensuous lips had taken on a stern expression as he gazed down on her. His high, sharp cheekbones would have made his face frighteningly severe if she hadn’t seen the care and desire shining out of his eyes.

His shoulders were wide, and his chest and arms bulged with hard muscles, but they weren’t body-builder type muscles. It was obvious he had developed his body through real work and combat, not in a gym. She remembered the feel of them, like steel under his skin, and how they had held her so gently. His abdomen rippled with an eight-pack and her mouth watered to taste it and what lay just below it. His manhood stood proud, long and thick, out from his body. The length of it curling up and nearly reaching the shallow depression his belly button made in his flat stomach.

Cassie’s breath caught in her throat. Licking her lips, she said, “I think I may have won because I’m trapped.” Her voice sounded high and breathy in her ears.

Cadeyrn’s heart leaped, and his loins tightened at her words. He growled again and advanced on her slowly, prowling forward as gracefully as a cat. Putting his hands on the wall to either side of his Anamchara, he caged her within his embrace and leaned forward, kissing her gently on the mouth... 


Want to find out what happens next? Grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading! :-)


Taken by the Huntsman




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