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

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Bringing The #Fireworks! ;-)


Hey Everyone!! :-)

Happy Independence Day to all my fellow Americans! And Happy Weekend to everyone else! :-) To celebrate, 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.”



Want to see just how hot this celebration gets? Grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading! :-)

Taken by the Huntsman




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