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

Thursday, August 19, 2021

#APC #Spotlight: The Song Of Forgetfulness A Sci-Fi Dystopian Adventure Series By Nicola McDonagh!


Hey Everyone!! :-)

I've got Nicola McDonagh in my APC spotlight, today! Nicola is an active and supportive member of the  Authors-Professional Co-op Facebook group and her dystopian, genetic engineering, science fiction, adventure, series, The Song of Forgetfulness, looks great! Here's the description:
An invisible enemy wants to destroy mankind.

Only one girl with a secret power can stop them. But there’s a problem. She doesn’t know how to use her special force.

With crazed fanatics, fiendish monks, and savage wildmen on her trail, intent on using her ability for evil, Adara must seek out allies if she is to save the world.

But who can she trust?

As war rages and her brother taken by force, Adara has no option but to put her faith in strangers and mutants.

Will they help? Or will they betray her?

Find out in this thrilling sci-fi, dystopian adventure.
 If you think this sounds like something you might enjoy, go ahead and grab your copy here:




Thank you all so much for stopping by! Happy reading! :-)



Wednesday, August 18, 2021

#August2021 #IndieBooksBeSeen #Indie #Author #Books #Monthly #BookReview!



Hey Everyone!! :-)

It's the 18th again, so time for my #IndieBooksBeSeen monthly indie author book review!! Enjoy! :-)

The Deadfall (Gods of Earth Book 1) by Lilly Black:

Be careful what you wish for is a warning we've all heard before, and one common to fairy tales the world over, but rarely do ill-considered wishes have as wide-sweeping consequences as Dani, Liana, Olivia, and June's wishes do. After a night of partying, their decision to "play along" with the fortune-teller they chanced upon had far more devastating results than they ever could have imagined. Will this twisted fairy story have a happy ending? You'll have to read to find out!

Romance meets post-apocalyptic horror, The Deadfall is a truly unique take on an age-old story. Without giving away too many spoilers, I can say that readers will be repeatedly surprised and entertained by the interesting characters and plot twists they encounter within these pages. And only those with willpower of iron will be able to put it down before the end. Five stars.














Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Cycles Of Oppression...

 


Hey Everyone!! 

I thought it might be fun to get this week going with another peek at Alyce's thoughts on these United States. Enjoy... 😉

Excerpt from Answers from Alyce:
"But you have a democratic form of government. Why don't people just vote out those who oppress them?"

"Oh, sugar, did you ever hit the nail on the head."

"What?" asked Squid-boy.

I waved it away. "Nothing. It's just an expression. I mean, you asked the right question. And the answer is tied up in why the rich want to keep the poor divided. That's why. Because if they united and voted together as a block, they could get the corrupt politicians out of office and replace them with some who would represent the interests of the majority. But by stirring up all the little conflicts that divide people, the rich keep that from happening."

"But, surely, there must be enough people who don't fall for this type of manipulation coupled with the people who are victims of it that they could still form a majority," said Yax.

I nodded. "In a lot of places, there are. But, like I said, the people in power aren't stupid. They've put up barriers to keep a lot of the people who would vote against them from being able to vote."

"How?" asked Squid-boy.

"Well, it goes back to our history, again, and gets pretty complicated."

He gestured with one of his arms for me to continue.

Closing my eyes, I gathered my thoughts. "When the country was founded, it was only light skinned, land-owning men who could vote. But, as time went on, more people got the right to vote¾light skinned men who didn't own land, darker skinned men, and then finally women. It's actually been less than a hundred years since women got the right to vote. But just because people have the right to vote, that doesn't mean it's easy.

"First you have to register to vote, which is one place that those in power can put up obstacles. In the past they've had 'poll taxes,' which were fees you had to pay in order to register to vote. Now, that's illegal, but they have other tricks. Part of the Jim Crow laws I was telling you about earlier were things like 'reading tests' and 'civics tests' that people had to pass in order to vote. People would have to either read a passage or answer some basic questions about our government. It sounds good in theory, but the people who ran the registration offices would cheat to allow only the people they wanted to vote to register.

"People with lighter skin would be given simple, basic sentences to read or asked questions that were common knowledge, like who was the first President of our country. But people with darker colored skin would be given long, complicated things to read that were often in languages other than English. Or they'd be asked much harder, esoteric questions, like what do articles III and V of the Constitution of the United States establish? There's an answer, but unless someone is a Constitutional scholar, they probably won't know what that answer is. It was a sneaky way to prevent people with darker skin from being able to vote."

"Is this still going on?" asked Yax.

I wagged my hand back and forth. "Yes and no. It's not going on in that form, anymore, because those kinds of things have been made illegal. But there are other things that are happening that are done for the same reason and have the same effect. They're a bit more subtle, though."

"What things?" asked Squid-boy.

"Well, for one thing, there're voter ID laws. It varies from place to place, but some of the laws are just blatant attempts to keep people who are poor, who are often also people with darker skin, from voting."

"These laws require one to have identification in order to vote?" asked Squid-boy.

I nodded. "Yep. Sounds reasonable, doesn't it?"

He blinked at me. "It does. But I have the feeling that something about these laws is not what it seems at first glance."

"Yep, you got that right, Squid-boy. First, the laws generally specify only certain IDs that will be accepted. Usually, they are things like a driver's license that most upper and middle-income people have. But people who are poor, especially if they live in an urban area with mass transportation systems, might not have that type of ID. Add to that the fact that the IDs are often expensive and can only be obtained at certain designated facilities, which are often not located in or near neighborhoods where poor people live, and you have a real barrier for people who don't have a lot of money. Also, the facilities where these IDs can be obtained are only open during the hours that most people work, so if someone needs one they generally have to take time away from their job to get it.

"Which means if a poor person from one of these neighborhoods wants to vote, they have to take time off work, which might get them fired; travel on mass transit, possibly for hours; stand in line, possibly for hours; pay more money than they likely have; and then travel all the way back to their home. So, it's not really surprising that many of these people decide it's just easier not to vote, is it?"

Yax shook his head. "No, that's not surprising, at all. Inevitable, really."

I nodded. "Yep. And then there're the laws in some places that forbid people who have been convicted of a crime from voting. Like I already told you, there are a lot of laws that deliberately target poor people and people with darker skin, so those populations are disproportionately affected by restrictions like this. And you also have to take into account the fact that election days are always on Tuesdays, which is the middle of the work week for most people, and waiting in line to vote can take hours in some places. Especially in places where poor people live."

"So, the people who are least likely to have flexibility in their job schedules or bosses who will be understanding if they are late to work or have to leave early, have to figure out some way to get to their polling places, which can be quite a distance from where they live and work, before the voting closes and without it resulting in them getting fired. Because most of those people are one or two paychecks away from being homeless, so they can't afford to risk losing their jobs. Oh, and they also have to figure out how to make sure their family gets their dinner and is taken care of while they're stuck standing in line for hours."

Squid-boy stood staring at nothing for a few heartbeats. It seemed like he was thinking, so I waited for him to speak. After a while, he blinked, drew himself up to his full height, and then bent forward. "This makes sense¾in an odd, irrational way¾young human. Perhaps it all ties into the next exhibit we want to show you."

 I craned my neck. "What exhibit?"

"Over here," called Yax, who had wandered deeper into the room.

I followed the sound of his voice and found him standing next to an exhibit that showed a group of robots holding signs and…dancing?

"What in the pink and purple heck…?"

The tall alien waved at the display. "Pay no attention to the 'droids' movements. It's just more maintenance routines to make sure their movement programming is working. Please just focus on the rest of the exhibit."

I did as he asked. The setting was a city street. The robots closest to me were, as I said, holding signs. They were dressed like regular civilians you might find anywhere in modern America. Farther down the street there were more robots, but they were dressed like police and carrying plastic shields and dangerous-looking batons. I knew what this was supposed to be.

Sighing, I nodded and said, "Yes, this ties into it, but it's a bit of a long story to get there."

"In what way?" asked Yax.

"Well, people aren't marching just because of the laws that make it difficult for them to vote. It's more of a 'one thing leads to another' situation."

"Being denied the ability to help choose one's government isn't sufficient reason to protest for your people?" asked Squid-boy.

I rubbed my temples. "It is. But it also isn't. Like I said, it's a long story. You have to understand everything in its historical context. The anger and resentment that are coming to a head now have been building for centuries."

"Centuries!" exclaimed Squid-boy. "Why has it taken so long for people to take action?" 

I rolled my eyes. "It hasn't. Haven't y'all been listening to what I've been sayin'? This is part of an ongoing struggle. People have been fighting this fight for generations. There have been changes, victories, but there has also been regression. Every time people start to think that maybe the fight is over, that, just maybe, true equality is within sight, other people with their own agendas organize and push back against the progress that has been made. The details are always slightly different, voter ID laws instead of poll taxes and the like, but the results are ultimately the same. And those who want justice are forced to fight for it again. It's a cycle."


Want to find out what else Alyce has to say? Grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading! 😊


Answers from Alyce





Sunday, August 15, 2021

#Summertime Soup #Recipe!

 



Hey Everyone!! :-)

I don't know about you but, even in the summer, sometimes I just need a nice, comforting bowl of soup. This one is light enough for even a warm evening and is one of my favorites. :-)

Ingredients:
6 cups vegetable stock
1-2 red onion(s) chopped
1 tomato diced
1 bunch collard greens or kale, ribs removed and leaves chopped
2 tbsp peeled and minced fresh ginger
4 cloves garlic minced
3/4 cup unsalted peanut butter (your favorite kind)
1/2 cup tomato paste
3 tbsp sriracha
1 tbsp olive oil
1/4 cup peanuts chopped
Salt and pepper to taste

Put the onion and olive oil in a soup pot and saute it until it becomes translucent. Add the stock, ginger, garlic, and salt and pepper, and bring to a boil. Simmer for 20 minutes, or so. In a separate bowl, mix the peanut butter and tomato paste. Add 1-2 cups of the hot stock to the bowl. Whisk the mixture together until it's smooth, then pour all the contents of the bowl into the soup pot and mix well. Stir in the collard greens, tomato, and sriracha. Simmer for another 15 minutes, or so, stirring often.

This soup can be served over cooked rice, quinoa, or pasta if you’d like, or it can be eaten on its own. Top it with the chopped peanuts to add some crunch. Also, obviously, you can adjust the amount of sriracha to your preferred heat level. Some shredded carrots added with the collard greens adds a nice sweetness and some cooked chickpeas or kidney beans can give the soup more substance if you're looking for something heartier.


Bon Appetit!










Friday, August 13, 2021

A Little Slap And Tickle... 😉

 


Hey Everyone!! 😊

Happy Friday! Since we've all survived another week, I thought it might be nice to celebrate a little. Or, at least, to take a peek at how the Fae celebrate. 😉 Enjoy...

Excerpt from Bound by the Summer Prince:
Uaine used his grip on his Anamchara’s hair to steer her over to the bed.  Bending her over the foot of the bed, he pressed the upper part of her body onto the mattress while leaving her feet on the floor.  Kicking her legs apart to spread them, he said, “Don’t move.”

Roni felt the moisture from her pussy start to trickle down her thighs as her lover lifted her robe up and arranged it over her back. He laid his hand on her ass, and its warmth seemed to penetrate to every fiber of her being. As he massaged her ass cheeks, she leaned into his hand and moaned.

Smack! His hand came down across her behind and she yelped. As she pushed up from the bed, another blow landed followed by a sharp command, “Stay down!” Over and over his hand met her ass. At first it created a pleasant tingling that went to her pussy, but soon the pain began to register. She was just considering using her safeword when he stopped, and massaged her battered flesh.

“Do not move or speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”

She nodded against the bed.

“Good.”  Uaine stepped back and looked at his mate, careful to remain out of her line of sight.

The silence in the room seemed to grow as Roni lay half on the bed.  She wasn’t sure if the prince was still present; the Fae often moved so softly she did not hear them enter or exit a room.  After several minutes, the uncertainty got to her and she stood up from the bed to see if he was still there.

Turning her head, she barely caught a glimpse of a blur as he moved faster than her eyes could track.  Suddenly, he was behind her, one hand gripped firmly in her hair at the base of her skull and the other arm wrapped around her arms and waist pinning her to his body.  Gasping at how abruptly she had been yanked off of her feet, she struggled against his hold.

His grip was like an iron band around her middle, she could feel the restrained strength in his body and it made her hot. Moaning, she relaxed against him and allowed her curves to melt into the firmness of his chest.

Leaning down, Uaine licked her ear and whispered, “You don’t listen very well, do you?”

Nearly panting with need, she writhed in his grasp. She could feel how hard his cock was against her ass, and how it jumped when she moved. “You wouldn’t really want me to, would you?”



Want to find out if Roni's listening skills improve? Grab your copy at the link below. Happy reading! 😊 


Bound by the Summer Prince





Thursday, August 12, 2021

#APC #Spotlight: Sex, Blood, Rock 'N' Roll, and Vampyr: A Vampire Rock Star Romance By K. M. McFarland!


Hey Everyone!! 😊

I've got Karen McFarland in my APC spotlight, today! Karen is an active and supportive member of the  Authors-Professional Co-op Facebook group and her vampire, rockstar, urban fantasy, paranormal romance novel, Sex Blood Rock n' Roll and Vampyr, looks great! Here's the description:
Hiding in the dark shadows of New Orleans, Quinn Forrester is doing a great job of concealing his identity as an ageless vampire. The successful eighties rock star has reinvented himself as his son to explain not aging. When the opening of an art gallery brings his former band member, Jeff West, to town, Quinn fears his secret could be exposed. A beautiful artist with a connection to Jeff and a secret obsession with vampires unknowingly leads Jeff to Quinn the night she wanders into his Bourbon Street nightclub, Vampyr. Chaos results as Jeff inches closer to the truth. Will Jeff put the pieces together and uncover Quinn is their band's long-lost frontman? Will he discover Quinn is hiding something darker than he ever thought possible in this compelling steamy character-driven story? An entertaining and fun read. A rock star romance with a bite.
 If you think this sounds like something you might enjoy, go ahead and grab your copy here:







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Wednesday, August 11, 2021

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 1350


Hey Everyone! 😊

Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal


Department for the Preservation and Confirmation of Intelligent Life (DPCIL)
Agent Thoth's Personal Log

Day Thirteen-Hundred-Fifty:
Success! A serendipitous circumstance allowed to me successfully escape my domicile, albeit briefly, during the hours after the local star dipped below the horizon at the coordinates on this planet where I am stationed. An unknown hominid knocked on the door of my domicile, which caused my hominid-servant to open it.

This is not an unusual occurrence during the daylight hours; however, it is almost unheard of during the later hours of the day. So rare is such an event that it did not even occur to me to implement a plan of waiting in hopes of using such a happenstance to my benefit.

But life surprises us, sometimes, and being my normal, vigilant self, I was able to take advantage of the situation when opportunity literally came knocking. Unfortunately, my hominid-servant did not allow me much time to conduct my research. Still, some is better than none.

I will now rest and recover from the excitement. Once I have properly composed myself, I will provide a more complete report along with my findings. But, for now, Thoth-out.


A victory for the furry people! 😉 You may have noticed that Agent Thoth has a new look. I hope you like his new picture as much as I do, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, either way. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. 😉 Happy reading, everyone!