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, January 15, 2023

A Little Taste of Summer Heat


Hey Everyone! 😊

With winter in full swing, I thought it might be nice to give us all a reminder of the heat that comes in the summer. 😉 Enjoy... 

Excerpt from Bound by the Summer Prince:
Roni gulped. Uaine had placed a shallow platform against the wall for her to stand on, to make the difference in their heights less of a complication. He had then placed restraints on the wall, in the perfect positions to hold her ankles when she stood on the platform, and her wrists if she held them up by her head. The restraints were wide, padded, leather cuffs with buckles. They looked comfortable enough, it was clear he had no intention of causing her injury, but were intimidating all the same.

"What do you think?" He asked, causing her to whip her head back around to meet his eyes.

"You obviously have some delusion of me allowing you to put me in those." she stated.

Uaine watched his mate's face, she was always so careful to guard her expressions, but sometimes a flicker of what she felt would show. Trepidation slid briefly through her eyes, but also excitement. She wasn't as opposed to the idea as she pretended.

While he would never attempt to coerce his Anamchara to do anything she truly did not wish to do, he was reasonably certain she was willing to be persuaded in this, and he hoped that making her reliant on him in this way would deepen their bond. He knew she did not trust him with her heart, but perhaps that would come if he could get her to trust him with her body.

"You are afraid." He teased.

Roni's nostrils flared as she bristled at the accusation. "I fear nothing! Certainly not you! Don't you keep telling me that you're bound to me by some mystical bond? You can't hurt me!"

Reaching out to cup her cheek gently, Uaine smiled. "No, I can't hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. I would sooner plunge a dagger into my own heart, than allow a single hair on your head to be harmed. So will you not indulge me in this? I promise you will not be disappointed."

Momentarily allowing her eyes to slide closed at the feel of his hand against her face, Roni forced herself to put aside her weakness, her craving for touch, and consider her options. She could flatly refuse, and insist on remaining unfettered while they played; it was clear he would not force the issue. Her past had taught her enough about how a male's body worked, that she was sure she could make the experience memorable for him.

On the other hand, he so rarely asked her for anything that it was becoming difficult to play on his feelings. Con games worked best when the mark had expectations that she could either fulfill or deny. It was true that she had to assert her independence, so that he would work to please her and she could use that to manipulate him into doing what she wanted. But she also needed him to feel as if she were forming a connection with him. If she frustrated all of his efforts, he might give up altogether, and then she'd be stuck. Besides, this would hardly be the first time she'd been tied up during sex.

No matter how boring or distasteful she ended up finding the encounter, she was sure she'd be able to feign enough enthusiasm to satisfy him; she always had before. It had become clear long ago that males generally had no idea, or interest in, how to please a female; as long as she made the right sounds at the right moments, and told them how wonderful they were, it kept them happy. Sex was just one more tool to be used to manage people, especially males.

Still, she'd have to lay some ground rules. He had told her he was tens of thousands of years old, but that didn't mean he knew how to play this game without hurting her. She knew he didn't intend to cause her harm, but there was a difference between hurting someone and damaging them. Being willing to humor him didn't extend as far as allowing him to torture her without limits. She cocked an eyebrow. "Okay, but first we have to agree on the terms."

"Terms?" He smiled. "You enjoy turning everything into a negotiation, don't you? Very well, what are your terms?"

Ignoring his dig she said; "First, I'll need a word or phrase to say if I want you to stop. It has to be something I wouldn't say otherwise, and I must have your word that if I say it you'll stop immediately."

Uaine's eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline. Would she really question something so basic? "Of course!! You will have a safeword, it would be impossible to engage in such play without one, and if I gag you then we will first agree upon a gesture that will serve the same purpose. I suggest the word 'stad,' it means 'stop' in the old language, and should be easy to remember."

Roni nodded. "That will do. Also, if I agree to this then you have to agree to do something that I ask of you."

He laughed. "I thought that might be one of your terms. What would you like me to do?"

She gave him a naughty grin. "I don't know yet, but I'm sure something will come up." She reached out and ran her hand over his hip, heading towards his groin.

He intercepted her hand and raised it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "I have no doubt that the appropriate eventuality will arise." He teased while making gentle circles with his thumb against her palm. "But I reserve the right to refuse one request. Agreed?"

Sighing, Roni nodded. "Agreed."

Smiling, Uaine brought both of his hands up to cup her face tenderly. He laid the most chaste of kisses on her mouth, and when she tried to deepen it he used the grip he had on her chin to restrain her.

Roni's eyes had somehow closed when she felt his lips against hers, but when he pulled away they flew open and met his. She saw him grinning down at her, and, taking a deep breath, she tried to settle herself. Perhaps several thousand years was enough time for a male to finally learn a few tricks about pleasing a female.

Uaine gently maneuvered his Anamchara so that her back was between the restraints. He didn't raise her up onto the platform yet, but he took her hands and placed them next to her head on the wall. Lightly pressing on them, he looked into her eyes to see if she understood she was to keep them there. When she nodded, he lowered his hands to her shoulders, massaging them, and then ran them slowly down her body. His thumbs brushed almost imperceptibly over her breasts, and he felt her nipples harden.

Smiling to himself at her responsiveness, his hands drifted lower; over her hips and thighs, squeezing slightly as they moved, until he reached the hem of her dress. With one quick motion, he grabbed her garment and lifted it over her head. Her arms pulled through cleanly, and he dropped the clothing on the ground. Pausing a moment, he allowed himself to admire the beauty of his female in her undergarments. Heat filled his eyes as he thought about how he would worship her body.

Roni gasped in surprise as her dress flew over her head, and then smiled at the look on Uaine's face. That was the type of desire she wanted to see when a male looked at her in lingerie; it went a long way towards soothing the hurt caused by his previous rejection. With challenge in her eyes, Roni stepped back and up onto the platform, keeping her hands next to her head.

Uaine licked his lips, and hoped that his mate was enjoying their game as much as she seemed to be. The playfulness in her expression made him think she might be...now he just needed to put some heat in her eyes. Reaching up, he moved her arms lower so he could slide the straps of her bra down; but he had never seen a Fae female wear such a garment, and the method for removing it completely escaped him.

Laughing at his confusion, Roni reached behind herself and unhooked the clasp of her bra. She allowed it to slowly drift down until her chest was fully revealed, reveling in her lover's response to his first sight of her uncovered breasts. She was proud of the fact that even with such a large bust, removing the support resulted in barely any sagging at all. The garment fell from her fingers, and she kicked it away.

Leaning toward his Anamchara, Uaine put his hands on her forearms and pinned them against the wall as his lips moved slowly from her shoulder to the hollow just below her ear. He breathed against her, and allowed his shirt-covered chest to brush lightly against her swollen nipples. A shudder went through her as he moved both of her wrists into the restraints.


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Sunday, December 25, 2022

A Holiday Escape


Hey Everyone!! 😊

I hope you're all having a FANTABULOUS holiday season!! But just in case you could use a break from all the merry-making -- or your family 😉 -- let me recommend you make a quick escape into that new Kindle/tablet/phone/etc and indulge in a hot, fairytale romance. Enjoy!! 

Taken by the Huntsman:
Cassie sighed. She could see she wasn’t going to win this argument either. The music that was playing in the background caught her attention, and she used it as an excuse to change the subject.

“Where is the music coming from?”

“Some of my people like to play in the evening. I asked them to play in the sitting room down the hall, if they chose to play this evening.”

“Why?”

“Because I would like to dance with you, and I am hoping that you will agree.”

Cassie studied the being sitting next to her. She had never met a male like him before. He stated what he wanted boldly, with no apology, but he was willing to take "no" for an answer.  She knew that the choice truly was hers.  If she told him she didn’t want to dance with him, he wouldn’t attempt to coerce or guilt her into it. He would simply accept her decision.

The men she had known before had either demanded and then whined when they didn’t get their way, or they refused to speak their minds and then sulked when what they wanted didn’t happen. Cadeyrn had the annoying and disconcerting habit of often making decisions without consulting others. But he had also shown himself willing and able to listen and, at times, to compromise.

So far, the only times he had truly ignored her wishes was in keeping her in Fairie and in not stopping Yestin’s torture. She had to admit that her attempt to interfere with the laws the Erlking was enforcing had been rather arrogant on her part. If she had walked up to the warden of a jail in the United States and demanded he take a prisoner out of solitary confinement because she thought it was inhumane, she’d have met with no more success than she had in Yestin’s case. Whether she agreed with them or not, the laws of Fairie were the laws. And, as a Fae, Yestin was subject to them. Cadeyrn was just doing his job and had been exceedingly patient with her objections.

His excuse for keeping her in Fairie against her will was that she would be in danger if he did not keep her in protective custody.  She thought that was probably true.  But it still didn’t seem right to her that her freedom should be curbed because of some crazy fairy-bond-thing.

She couldn’t say he was entirely right in his decision to keep her captive; she thought, if she could get back to Earth, she could probably disappear and be safe enough from fairies. But, without more information about the capabilities of the Fae, she couldn’t say he was entirely wrong either. In the final analysis, though, it was her life, so it should be her decision.  At least, that was her opinion on the matter. Still, she had to admit that for someone who had absolute power, he was amazingly liberal in his behavior and attitudes.

“Yes, I’ll dance with you.”

Cadeyrn gave her a heart-stopping smile and stood, holding his hand out to her.

Placing her hand in his, she allowed him to help her from her chair. She laughed as she looked up at him and noted their disparity in heights.

“Do you think it’ll hurt your back to stoop so low?”

“Ha! Not at all. Watch.” With that, he swept her up into his arms and held her tight against him as he whirled around the dining room in time to the music.

Cassie laughed as her feet dangled above the floor. “I don’t really think this qualifies as dancing.”

Cadeyrn gave her a smoldering look and allowed her to slide down the front of his body. She couldn’t help but be impressed by what she felt his pants concealing. When her feet touched the floor, she looked up at him and shivered from the heat she saw in his eyes. Would taking this male to bed really be so bad?  Just because she slept with him, didn’t mean she was vowing to spend forever with him. And she was sure that several hundred thousand years of practice would have honed more than just his debating skills. It was definitely something to consider.


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Sunday, July 3, 2022

Bringing The Fireworks! 😉


Hey Everyone!! 😊

Given current events in the US, it's with a somewhat heavy heart that I'd like to wish a Happy Independence Day to all my fellow Americans. And to everyone else, Happy Monday! To celebrate, or to escape from reality for a little while, I thought I'd share some Fae-style fireworks with you. Enjoy! 😉

Excerpt from Taken By The Huntsman:
As she exited the shower and grabbed a towel to dry herself, Cassie marveled at how much of a difference being clean could make in how a person felt. She turned to get a second towel to wrap around her hair when the candles in the bathroom were suddenly snuffed out. She fumbled a bit in the darkness until she felt the warm firmness of her mate’s chest against her back. The feel of him so close to her made things low in her body tighten.

After speaking with Arthfael and learning that no problems had cropped up in his absence, and that his attention was not needed urgently anywhere in the castle, Cadeyrn had hurried up to the room he now shared with his Anamchara and prepared a surprise for her. He hoped she would be receptive since he had wanted to try something similar with her for some time. But, as they had discussed on their trip back to the castle, trust was not her strong suit. And what he had in mind would take some trust on her part.

“Cadeyrn? Why are the lights out? Is something wrong?”

The Erlking wrapped his arms around his Anamchara and let his magic flow over her, drying her skin and hair. When she gasped in surprise, he bent over her and gently scraped his lengthening fangs up her neck to whisper in her ear.

“Nothing’s wrong. I want to make love to you, and I am hoping you’ll agree. And that you’ll let me show you something new.”

When she heard her lover’s words, moisture trickled from her core and down her thigh. She inhaled a shuddering breath and nodded her head.

“Okay, what do you want me to do?”

“First, I want you to wear this,” said Cadeyrn, as he gently placed a silken blindfold around her eyes.

Cassie jumped when she felt the fabric cover her eyes and reached up to touch it with her hands.

Cadeyrn gently caught her hands and returned them to her sides.

It surprised her that he had known she had moved. “You can see in this darkness?”

“Yes, I can see perfectly. I will keep the candles unlit, and the hearth is dark, but the blindfold will further assure that you cannot see. Do you agree to this?”

She nodded.

“Do you remember the word to say if you want to stop?”

“Stad.”

“Yes.” Growling, he scooped her up into his arms.

When she felt herself lifted into the air, Cassie gasped. And when he tossed her lightly onto the bed, she yelped and giggled.

Cadeyrn came down on top of his Anamchara as soon as she landed on the bed and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back and, as they explored each other’s mouths, he gently took one of her hands and slipped it through the loop of a silken rope he had prepared. The other end of the rope was tied to one post of the headboard. As he secured the knot around her wrist, she jerked against it.

“Cadeyrn?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then relax.”



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Friday, December 24, 2021

A Little Fairytale Fun For The Holidays... 😉

 


Hey Everyone! 😊

Since tomorrow is Christmas, I thought I'd give us all an early present and share a peek at how the Fae celebrate. Enjoy! 😉

Excerpt from Captivated by the Winter King:
Ankou removed his trousers and arranged Kate on her back on the bed while he kneeled over her. "Hold still," he said. Lying down next to her, he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. Trailing his kisses down her neck and chest, he took first one nipple and then the other between his lips. Alternating back and forth, he suckled them until they stood up in stiff peaks. Summoning the bottle of stimulating lubricant to his hand, he dribbled the liquid over her swollen buds, making her gasp and writhe on the bed.

Capping the bottle and setting it aside, he continued his journey southward and swirled his tongue around her navel. When he reached the top of the tuft of hair that protected her most intimate places, he sat up and looked at her.

Groaning, Kate met her lover's eyes. She wanted to ask why he had stopped but remembered just in time that she wasn't supposed to speak unless he asked her a question. Biting her lips, she maintained her silence.

Smiling to see that his Anamchara had remembered the rules of their game, Ankou said, "I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed unless I tell you to open them. Do you understand?"

Nodding, Kate said, "Yes, Master," and relaxed into the bed, closing her eyes.          

Shifting his position so that he kneeled between her outspread legs, Ankou kissed and licked his way down to her left foot. Rubbing his fingers under the arch and around her ankle, he massaged her limb until he felt the last of the tension drain out of it. Setting it aside, he moved to her other foot.

As Ankou massaged her right foot, Kate became aware of a pressure around her left ankle. She realized it felt like her leg was being held against the bed by someone's hand, but both of her mate's hands were occupied tending to her right foot. When the implications of those two facts penetrated her consciousness, she barely kept herself from panicking. Gasping, she forced herself to remain still and silent. She wanted to sit up and see what was happening, but that would mean disobeying the rules of the game. As would asking Ankou what was going on. Her heart racing, she tried to decide what to do.



Want to find out what Kate decides to do? Need a last-minute gift that you can send with the speed of an email? Looking for something to fill up that new Kindle you bought for your special someone? Grab a copy of Captivated by the Winter King at the link below. Happy reading! 😊











Friday, November 5, 2021

#Animal #Rescuer's #Guide To #Staying ( #Relatively ) #Sane! #Free! 😊



Hey Everyone!! 😊

Just a reminder, for those who haven't checked it out yet, I've collected all my animal rescue/care posts together and published them as a small book.  If you'd like, you can download the book for free from Amazon, Smashwords, B&N, Kobo, and iTunes.



Thanks for stopping in today, and don't forget to check back tomorrow for the next installment of Mistral Dawn's Musings! :-)




Sunday, October 31, 2021

Button Soup #Recipe!

 



Hey Everyone!! 😊

I've got another recipe for you, today...sort of. 😉 First, as befits Halloween, a story. This one isn't one of my stories. This is an old story; an old folk tale. I don't know who originally came up with it, but I've heard several versions. The title I first heard it called was Button Soup, but I've heard it called Stone Soup and a couple of other titles, too.

It's about a town miser, an Ebeneezer Scrooge-type character, who lives in a town where a lot of people are starving. He's the only one who has money, so the rest of the town comes to beg for food, but he claims he doesn't have any. So, they write to his niece (or sister or another close relative, depending on the version) who comes for a visit. He's inhospitable and tells her she should leave because he has nothing to feed her. She tells him all she needs is a single button (or pebble or ax head, depending on the version) and she can make a delicious, filling soup.

Intrigued, the miser gives her a button, which she puts in a great big soup pot with a lot of water. He's fascinated to find out how this is going to turn into soup, so he stays with her as she stirs the pot. She makes small talk and eventually mentions that while the soup will be fine as it is, it would be an awful lot better if she just had a little salt. He thinks that over and then allows how while he doesn't have any food, he does have a bit of salt put aside. So he brings it to her and she adds it to the pot and keeps stirring.

This goes on for a while, and every now and again she mentions that if she just had one thing - an onion, a potato, a ham bone, a carrot, and on and on - the soup would be just that much better. And each time he claims he has no food, but he might have a little of that one thing put aside. Eventually, she has a ginormous pot of soup.

Then, she tells him the only thing the soup needs is some friends to share it with. So, they invite the whole town, and all the starving people get to eat. The end.

Anyway, Button Soup is what I call it when I have a bunch of bits and bobs leftover and I throw them all together into a single dish to make something. Because anything can go into button soup, it just depends on what you happen to have on hand.

So, that's my recipe for you, today. Take a look in your fridge, freezer, and pantry and see what you have that needs to be used up.  Then, use a little imagination and create something yummy. It doesn't have to be soup, though soup is a good vehicle for such a recipe, it can be a casserole, a stir fry, a hash, or whatever will fit your leftovers. And, to finish it off, why not invite a friend over and share?

Bon Appetit! 😊











Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Something #Wicked This Way Comes...

 


Hey Everyone!! 😊

The other day I was going back through Taken By The Huntsman and, as I was rereading part of it, I thought, with Halloween just around the corner, it might be fun to remind everyone just why the Wild Hunt is considered so fearsome by the Fae. So, go ahead and take a peek at Jillian's thoughts as she waits to meet the Erlking for the first time. Enjoy! 😉

Excerpt from Taken By The Huntsman:
Jillian knew that the Hunt counted among its members some of the most violent Fae, such as the Harpies, and some ancient, faded deities, such as the Morrigan. But she also knew that there were other horrors within the Hunt. There was Ionhar, the Erlking’s second in command and a member of the fearsome race of Spriggans, who were a plague upon the roads of Fairie.

Ionhar was known to have been forced into becoming part of the Hunt after interfering when the Erlking slew his band of highwaymen. Because his service to the Hunt was not voluntary, any failure on his part to follow the Erlking’s instructions would result in a long and painful punishment. With that in mind, Ionhar was always extremely careful to be thorough in carrying out his duties. Which boded ill for anyone whom the Erlking had a reason to dislike.

The odd female Fae who had once been known as Jenny Green-Teeth was also a part of the Hunt. She had always been a lone Fae, and at one time she lured thirsty travelers to their deaths by promising them a drink of water and then drowning them in the water source she brought them to. Jillian didn’t know how such a Fae could fit into the goddess’s plan. But, apparently, she had somehow pleased the goddess, because she had later been granted additional powers. Before Jillian had been born, Jenny Green-Teeth had gained the ability to cause and control storms and had been renamed the Storm Hag. All of Fairie knew the story of the drowning Fae’s elevation, but no one was quite sure how she had become part of the Wild Hunt. One thing was certain, though, she served the Erlking loyally.

There were also the Fachan. Those Fae were actually members of the Winter Court, but several individuals had made themselves famous by joining the Hunt. They were horribly ugly Fae, whose looks were said to be enough to cause a grown male’s heart to freeze in his chest. Their entire bodies were covered in fur, and they had only one eye, one arm and hand, and one leg and foot arranged along the center of their bodies. They had large, bat-like wings on their backs, which were their only method of locomotion. The tops of their heads were one enormous mouth, which was filled with venomous fangs and a razor-sharp tongue.

All of these terrifying creatures, and so many more, answered to the Erlking. He also had the Jacks-In-Irons guarding his walls, and the Virikas to give his enemies to. If Ithel’s actions should bring the Erlking’s wrath down on the Summer Court, Jillian's people would be lost. She knew it was imperative that she do everything in her power to make it clear that the fault lay with only one Fae, and not the whole kingdom. Her mistress, Briallen, loved Ithel dearly and, for her sake, Jillian would try to make some attempt to gain mercy for the Summer king. But, in the final analysis, the fate of that male was of small concern when weighed against the welfare of the rest of the kingdom. Jillian hoped the Erlking would see her soon, before her imagination sapped all of her courage.



If you haven't read Taken By The Huntsman, and you'd like to get to know all these Fae a little better, why not grab your copy now? After all, who doesn't love a fairy tale? 😉