Cover Reveal – Intrinsic Connections by Mistral Dawn

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#CoverReveal: Intrinsic #Connections! 🙂

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I promised you a cover reveal for Intrinsic Connections, and here it is! 😉  Julie Nicholls is the artist and she’s incredibly talented. Julie not only creates book covers, she’s also an author! 🙂  If you’d like to see more of her fantabulous work, you can check it out here: Julie’s Website.
At the moment, I’m working on edits, but I promise I’ll keep you posted on how that’s going. I really hope it won’t take more than a month or two to get this book polished up.  In the meantime, here’s a little taste. 😉
Excerpt from Intrinsic Connections:

Thoughts and questions spiraled through Petri’s head faster than she could register them. She felt like if she could just catch hold of one, the spinning ball would unravel and everything would make sense again. But try as she might, she couldn’t seem to follow any one train of thought to its conclusion. Indecision paralyzed her.

She knew what she wanted; to get herself and her friends away from the terrifying alien as quickly as possible without anyone getting hurt. But things had changed too fast for her to process the new situation properly, and she didn’t know where to start. All she could do was stand and wonder at the weight of menace such a small, unprepossessing, apparently innocuous creature could convey.

Petri had never seen an Arcanum before. Few had and lived to tell of it. But, in spite of their reclusive nature, every now and again a member of another species would escape with their life from an encounter with the Arcanum. So, there were plenty of tales about what they looked like. And, Petri noted, some of those stories even approached the truth.

On its surface, the Arcanum didn’t appear dangerous. It was short, much shorter than even her own four-foot-two-inch height, and exceedingly slender. The creature’s arms and legs looked like delicate twigs that could easily be snapped in two by an average-sized human. But its head was enormous, bulbous with large, lidless eyes, slits for a nose, and no mouth. Perched atop its reedy neck, the head had an almost farcical appearance. Like a child’s balloon with a face drawn on it.

But, in spite of its almost comical appearance, the Arcanum was shrouded in a miasma of danger. It wasn’t hostility so much as supreme indifference. There would be no threat from the Arcanum. It would simply exterminate them. With no more thought than she would give to stepping on a bug.

The alien was cadaverously slender and, since it wore no clothing, Petri could see that it bore no obvious signs of the being’s gender. Its skin was pale and sickly looking, like one of the corpses that were pulled from the underworld gutters every morning, and it added to the eerie quality of the creature. A baleful, golden glow smoldered in the Arcanum’s eyes. Those glowing eyes were one of the few elements that were consistent between the scattered accounts of encounters with the Arcanum. Petri’s own eyes glowed when she was in the grip of strong emotions and when she used her power. That trait was what had betrayed her on Upworld. No other known species had such eyes, and now Petri knew why others found them so memorable. The light in the alien’s eyes held her transfixed; as if she were looking into the fabled torment that awaited sinners in every religious mythology anyone had ever tried to sell her. But, unlike those stories, the Arcanum’s eyes made her believe.

New Release – Captivated By The Winter King by Mistral Dawn

It is my pleasure to bring you the New Release, Captivated By The Winter King, another in the series by fellow author Mistral Dawn.  Mistral has given us the first chapter to you you a taste.
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***Trigger warning:  The following excerpt contains material that may be disturbing for some readers.  If depictions of domestic abuse upset you, this may not be the story for you.

Captivated By The Winter King: Chapter One:
Rain poured from the sky making a steady drumming sound against the car. Kate listened as the patter of the raindrops harmonized with the swish-swish of the windshield wipers as they fought a valiant battle to keep the glass clear enough to see through. The white noise the combination made was a perfect accompaniment to the static that filled her mind. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might be in shock and she pondered that possibility in a desultory manner.

The air outside was hot and humid, but Kate had turned the air conditioning in the car up all the way, causing everything to feel cool and clammy. She shivered. It wasn’t even the honest chill of winter, but instead a sticky, moist dankness that seemed to settle into her bones yet still left her skin and throat dry. But she was grateful that the junker of a car at least had a functioning air conditioner. Kate hated hot weather.

She had never wanted to leave the northeast to spend the winter in Florida. That was Erik’s idea. Predictably, her mother had agreed with him and pressured Kate into making the trip. Agatha Graham was always in favor of anything that might move Kate and Erik closer to matrimony.

Tears filled Kate’s pale gray eyes as she thought about her now ex-fiance. He was a beautiful man, who seemed to have been painted in shades of gold. Even at thirty-seven, his hair remained a lovely dark blonde. His hairline started just a few inches above his eyebrows and showed no signs of thinning. He wore his short tresses slicked back in a shiny business-appropriate style that created the illusion that he wore a golden helmet. A large man, with a powerful build, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his frame. At six foot two, his height topped even her own impressive five feet eleven inches. His eyes were a warm chocolate brown, but it had been quite some time since she had seen him look at her with anything but coldness in them.

For years, she had tried to make things work between them. Not because she loved him or thought he loved her, but because her mother was so determined to see them together. She could hear Agatha’s voice in her head even now. “Smile, dear, and think about how comfortable your life will be with him. He’s a good provider, and will give you a position in society. A woman can put up with a lot to gain that.”

Fighting back both the moisture in her eyes and the echoes of her mother’s words, Kate tried to figure out where she should go and what she was going to do for money. She would be okay for a while, her Nana had left her an inheritance when she died and Kate had kept that money safe in a bank account that Erik didn’t know about. But it wouldn’t be long before she would need to find a job, and she had no idea how to go about doing that.

Her mother had pushed Kate at Erik since just after she graduated from high school. Kate had managed to evade her mother’s matchmaking efforts long enough to start college, but by the time she finished her Junior year the combined pressure from Erik and Agatha had convinced her to drop out of school and focus her attention on pleasing her fiance. Not that she had ever succeeded in making him happy. So, Kate never started her Senior year and had failed to earn a degree.

With no degree or work experience, she was at a loss as to how to find a job that would pay enough for her to live on. Going back to school might be an option, but she had no idea how to find out if any of the classes she had already completed could be used in a new program or how long it might take to finish a degree. Kate knew her situation wasn’t unique, lots of women had been abused by their husbands or boyfriends, and most didn’t have a safety net like what her Nana left her. But she had never before realized how dependent she was on Erik and her mother.

At thirty-two years old, Kate had never lived on her own. She had never needed to find an apartment, arrange for utility services, find or hold a job, or do any of the other things most adults took for granted. Even during her brief stint in college, she had stayed close to home and lived first with her mother, and then with Erik. One of her ex-fiance’s favorite things to berate her with was her utter uselessness. And, to her shame, she couldn’t argue with him.

Oh, she had done charity work, served on various committees for different organizations, and decorated and kept the homes that Erik had provided for them. In short, she had spent her time doing all the things women who belonged to rich, important men did. But, as her ex-fiance was fond of pointing out to her, none of that was worth a whole lot.

In all honesty, her biggest accomplishment in life was knowing how to shop. Even her mother, ever ready to aid her only daughter with well-directed criticism, admitted that Kate always had impeccable taste and an infallible eye for aesthetics. In spite of her impossible figure, and the frizzy, orange-red hair that defied hair dye and styling products, Kate always looked well-groomed and elegant. With an uncanny nose for classic style and timeless beauty, Kate could make even flea market finds fashionable. It was that saving grace that had allowed her to decorate a man like Erik’s arm for the last twelve years.

But a talent for shopping, dressing, and decorating wouldn’t put money in the bank or food on her table. At least, she couldn’t see how it would, and she didn’t have anyone to turn to for advice. Her mother wasn’t an option. Agatha had made it clear on more than one occasion that if Kate didn’t make things work with Erik, she would wash her hands of her.

It had been the older woman’s life-long goal to improve her position within society, and to secure one for her daughter, and she had long ago decided that marrying Kate to Erik was the way to do it. After all, Erik’s family connections were beyond reproach, coming as he did from old money. And the man himself was a successful, respected attorney who was a partner in a large, prestigious law firm. He was exactly what Agatha had been training Kate to attract and marry from the time the girl was a toddler.

Her mother meant well, Kate knew that, and she did what she did out of love. But sometimes her words cut deeper than any knife could reach. Kate was never pretty enough, demure enough, or feminine enough to please her mother. She had always been tall and slender for her age, and when she hit puberty things had only gotten worse. Taller than all the girls and most of the boys in her age group, Kate had been gawky and socially awkward as a teenager. Her mother would mock her, calling her beanpole and Olive Oil when she became frustrated with her daughter’s angular frame. Agatha was forever trying to get Kate to pad her clothing and had even tried to convince her daughter to have surgery to enhance her figure. But it was Kate’s height that was the final straw that caused her mother to give up changing her appearance as an impossible task.

Agatha considered Kate’s looks mannish and beyond redemption, so instead she channeled her energy into molding her daughter’s behavior. She insisted her only child’s education focus on art, music, and deportment; and refused to allow Kate to study subjects like math or science, except the bare minimum required by law. As a result, Kate’s skill at balancing a checkbook was far below her ability to arrange form and color to produce a final product that was pleasing to the eye.

No, her mother would not be at all sympathetic to Kate’s plight, and could not be counted upon to provide assistance. As for friends, Kate had them once, but somehow they all seemed to drift away over the years. She knew why that was, and it was her own fault for allowing it. Erik had always been jealous of Kate’s time. He worked long hours under stressful conditions and expected her to always be available to cater to his needs when he wanted her. That made keeping in touch with friends almost impossible.

Of course, that suited him just fine; he’d never liked any of her friends anyway. He preferred that she spend her time at home, taking care of their apartment and making sure everything was kept the way he liked it. It had always been his argument that he was devoted to her, and so he should be enough to satisfy all her needs.

To prove his commitment, he had proposed to her in lavish style a few years into their relationship; even though they had been living together for several years. She would never forget their engagement; it had warmed her many times when the realities of their life together left her cold. On her twenty-fifth birthday, he had surprised her with a date of fairytale splendor. The evening began with him picking her up from their apartment in a horse-drawn carriage and taking her to the fanciest restaurant in town. There, he ordered Dom Perignon and beluga caviar, followed by filet mignon, grilled white asparagus, and a delicate potato mousse. He spent the entire time making her feel as if she were the only person in his universe.

They had talked for hours, and he had complimented her both on her looks and on her opinions. She had never felt as beautiful, articulate, or special as she did on that night. After dessert, he pulled a black velvet box out of his coat pocket and got down on one knee before her. Every eye in the restaurant was on them as he explained how much he loved and cherished her and that it was his greatest wish that she would allow him the privilege of doing so for the rest of their lives. Then he had opened the box and revealed a flawless, emerald-cut diamond ring. He had slipped the jewelry onto the ring finger of her left hand as she sat before him speechless. The stone had covered her entire digit to the first knuckle.

The people in the ritzy establishment had applauded and even whistled as she forced her stunned muscles to work and nodded her head in an affirmative answer to his question. He stood, pulling her up with him, and gave her the most tender and passionate kiss she had ever experienced. They rode home together in the back of a luxurious limousine, necking and carrying on like two teenagers on their way home from the prom. When they had arrived at their apartment building, he actually carried her through the front door and into the elevator.

That night he made love to her as if she were the most precious thing on earth. She actually achieved orgasm, something she had never done with him before or since. When she awoke, she was convinced she had found the Prince Charming she would spend the rest of her life with. After he had left for work that morning, she called her mother and told her all about it. Agatha, of course, had been ecstatic and had pushed for a quick wedding date. But after seven years, one had never materialized.

After that one magical night, Erik had gone back to treating her as he always had. Except that over time his barbs got a little sharper and his demeanor a little chillier. There always seemed to be some condition she needed to meet before he would agree to set a wedding date. No matter what she did, it was never good enough. She was never good enough.

She had bowed to his pressure and followed her mother’s advice for years, and things just kept getting worse and worse. With her friends long-gone, it had been easy for him to convince her to give up her charity endeavors one after another. After all, if she wanted to be his wife, she would need to keep her schedule open so that she would be available to meet his needs. Anytime she left their apartment, she would first need to gain approval from him for the errand and give him a precise timetable for when she would return. This was, of course, so that he would know where to reach her if he needed her.

Then there was sex. She grimaced just thinking about it. Sex was always to be available to Erik upon demand. If she even thought about refusing or making an excuse, he would treat her coldly for days afterward and threaten to find someone else to meet his needs. It might have been bearable had she enjoyed sex with him, but after the night of their proposal he had never gone to any trouble to see to her pleasure. As a result, sex became a chore, something she needed to endure long enough for him to slake his lust on her body. Even that might not have been so bad if he had just wanted a convenient hole to pump himself into, but he began insisting on things that she didn’t want to do.

It started with him getting rougher and rougher with her. If she cried out in pain, it just excited him and spurred him to hurt her more. She was afraid to find out what would happen if she complained or told him to stop. But when he suggested asking another woman to join them, she had put her foot down and refused. The result had terrified her.

That was the first time she had told him “no” in a long time. A look of maniacal fury had filled his eyes, and he flew across the room to grab her. The first blow had surprised her, but she saw it when he drew his fist back to punch her again. She had tried to raise her arms to protect herself but, for all her height, Erik was much stronger than her. He spent several minutes pummeling her, and when he let her go she fell at his feet like a rag doll, sobbing out her fear and horror.

He had stood there looking at her for a few minutes, and then stormed from the room and out of the apartment. After a while, she had collected herself and made her painful way home to her mother. Agatha had taken one look at the bruises that covered her daughter’s face and made an immediate trip to the nearest high-end department store. She returned with half the store’s inventory of foundation and cover-up cosmetics and proceeded to instruct Kate on how to conceal the evidence of the beating. The remaining cosmetics were gifted to Kate in case they should be needed to cover any future beatings her fiance administered. Not once had her mother entertained the suggestion that Kate should leave Erik. Her social ambitions unaffected, Agatha had insisted her daughter return to her abuser immediately.

Hurt and not knowing what else to do, Kate had complied and returned to the apartment she shared with Erik. She never asked her mother for help again. Erik had been waiting for her when she arrived home. He met her with a gorgeous bouquet of roses, an expensive diamond tennis bracelet, and a sincere-sounding apology. Begging her forgiveness, he vowed he would never lay a hand on her in anger again.

Kate knew that wasn’t true. She had seen the after-school specials and knew that people who abused their partners didn’t stop unless they participated in serious therapy. And even that was no guarantee. Not that she would dare suggest that Erik see a shrink, she could imagine his reaction and it sent chills down her spine. But she had nowhere else to go. Not believing him, but feeling that she had no choice, Kate had forgiven him. Of course, that was only the first of many beatings.

For a while afterward, Erik had treated her better. He seemed to make an effort to restrain his temper and had acted as though her happiness mattered to him. Things were good, for a while, and she almost convinced herself that she was wrong. For a while, she thought that maybe, just maybe, he would be the exception. That he truly was sorry and would never hit her again. For a while.

But it wasn’t all that long before she said something that again made him angry. Just like all the textbooks said, a cycle of him beating her and then apologizing and promising not to do it again repeated over and over. Each iteration of the cycle had a shorter cooling-off period, the beatings coming with greater frequency. Each time he blamed stress and pressure from work, and each time she forgave him because she didn’t know what else to do.

In fact, one of the reasons for their trip to Florida had been so that he would have the opportunity to relax and feel less stressed out. He had told her he needed a vacation, and that the snow and dark skies of the northeast winter made him feel anxious and depressed. Some time off and fun in the sun was all he needed, he insisted, to recharge and get a better handle on his temper.

They had been in Florida for a little over a month, and he had beaten her three times. She had achieved an almost academic detachment, and found it interesting that his apologies had changed. In the past, when he apologized he had taken the blame and promised to change. Now, he was blaming her and suggesting ways for her to change. She became pretty sure it wouldn’t be long before he killed her and had found it quite difficult to muster up any concern over the matter. Until the last beating.

The two of them were staying in a small cottage on the beach. Erik loved the sand and the surf, and the sun just gave his golden skin a little darker tone. Kate had the delicate, fair complexion that matched her fiery red hair, and her skin turned a shade to rival her tresses when she spent any time in the sun.

Kate had stayed behind while Erik went out to give his new boogie board a try. Her refusal to come and cheer him on had annoyed him, and she had thought it might be a good idea to do something to mitigate his anger. It occurred to her that if she made him his favorite dinner of scallops and linguini he might be appeased enough to let her lack of enthusiasm for sun worshiping go.

Leaving him a note about where she was going, just in case it took longer than she thought it would, Kate hurried to the market. She figured a quick trip to get the supplies she would need for such a meal, and she might, with luck, be back before he realized she had left. But she hadn’t accounted for southern Florida traffic.

By the time she returned, he had been waiting for her for quite some time. As she entered the kitchen to put the groceries away, she noted the stiff, still way he sat in the living room. The television was on and he appeared to be watching some kind of sports game, but his jaw was clenched tight and a tick had started at the corner of his left eye. She knew she was in trouble, but had forged ahead with making the meal. Maybe the smell of the food cooking would help him calm down.

With the garlic, scallions, and mushrooms sizzling in a skillet with butter and olive oil, she set a pot of water to boil for the pasta. The scallops themselves would cook in almost no time, and the pasta was fresh and would take only a couple of minutes. If she timed it perfectly, everything would be done at just about the same time, and would be piping hot and delicious when she served it to him.

Just as she laid the scallops in the pan, he had come up behind her. She jumped when she turned to find him there, but quickly looked away from the icy rage in his eyes. “I’m making your favorite tonight,” she had mumbled. “Scallops and linguini in a cream and butter sauce. If you go sit down, it should be ready in just a few minutes and I’ll bring it to you.”

He had moved closer, caging her against the counter with his body, and she shrank into herself and refused to meet his gaze. He raised one hand and held it, trembling, by her face. As if he intended to cup her cheek. But she knew better.

“Where were you, Kate?” he asked, his voice shaking with suppressed fury. “You weren’t here when I got back. I thought you weren’t feeling well enough to go out?”

“I-I-I,” she stuttered. Swallowing, she forced herself to form coherent words. “I wanted to surprise you. I thought you would like it if I made your favorite dinner.”

“You know how upset it makes me when I don’t know where you are, Kate. You know I worry when I don’t know how to find you.” The volume of his voice increased with each sentence. “You know you’re supposed to ask me before you go anywhere.” He was almost yelling.

Gulping, Kate pointed to where the note still sat on the counter. “I left you a note. I just wanted to do something special for you.”

In two strides, he went to snatch the note off of the counter and was back, forcing her to huddle against the counter. He crushed the paper in his fist. “You’re so fucking stupid, Kate! I don’t want a fucking note telling me where you are! I want you to have the fucking guts to tell me yourself!” he screamed into her face.

She had grimaced at the insult and the crude language. “I know, Erik, I’m sorry,” she said, trying to pacify him. “I’ll try to do better.” A weak smile flashed across her face and she pointed at the pan that was still on the stove. “I need to turn the scallops over now, or they’ll burn. You don’t want your lovely dinner to burn. Why don’t you go sit down and let me bring you something nice to eat?” she pleaded.

With a roar, he had flung the hot pan and boiling water across the room. Kate had screamed and tried to duck around him to run, but he had grabbed her and slung her to the floor. He kicked her in the ribs. “You stupid, fucking, cunt!” he screamed as he dragged her up and threw her against a wall.

Her head had bounced off of the wall when she hit it, and she had seen stars. She watched as his fist descended, and she had thought that he was finally going to do it. That this was the time when he would finally kill her. She didn’t remember much after that until she woke up.

It was unusual for him to knock her out when he beat her. In general, he preferred when she was aware and terrified. As a result, she was a bit disoriented when she came to. She hadn’t moved at first; she had only lain there on the floor and listened. Her whole body throbbed in a symphony of pain. She had breathed through her mouth, trying not to whimper, desperate to remain still and silent.

But Erik wasn’t there. As she continued to strain her ears for any hint as to his location and mood, she became aware of a rushing sound. It took her a while, but she finally figured out it was just the sound of her own blood moving through her head. It was so quiet and still, that’s all there was to hear.

Kate had realized that she had an opportunity, and she needed to take it. For some reason, this beating had shaken loose the apathy that had possessed her for years. She had believed that she was going to die and had realized that she didn’t want to. For the first time since the horrible nightmare began, she felt the reality of the threat Erik posed to her and she was terrified. She wasn’t ready to die yet! With a new resolve, she forced herself to get up off of the floor. It involved a lot of pain and suppressed cries but, determined, she made it to her feet.

She went to the bathroom and washed the blood from her face. Her features were distorted where the contusions Erik had inflicted were already swelling. She decided just to let the wounds show. She felt broken inside, it seemed appropriate for her appearance to match. Moving to the bedroom, she had dug a large suitcase out of the back of the closet.

For years, Kate had kept this suitcase packed, and she took it with her whenever she and Erik traveled. She had never opened it before, and he had never asked her about it. A fact for which she was grateful. In the suitcase were all the clothes she still had from before she moved in with Erik. Ever since she and Erik had started living together, he had paid for all her expenses, including her clothing. But the clothes in the suitcase were hers. She supposed, on some level, she must have been planning this for a long time.

One of the things that Erik liked to threaten her with anytime he thought she might leave, was that if she took any of the things he bought for her, he would have her arrested on charges of theft. With his connections in the legal community, she had little doubt he could follow through on his threat. But the contents of the suitcase hadn’t been bought by him.

She had removed her torn, bloody clothing, and changed into some of the clothes that were in the suitcase. For the first time, she was glad she hadn’t gained any weight since college. Her preference for classic, timeless garments also stood her in good stead. In spite of the fact that the clothing in the suitcase was over a decade old, it fit her perfectly and wouldn’t stand out if she wore it in public.

After removing the engagement ring she had worn for seven years, she had left it on the top of the bureau in the bedroom. Then she gathered up a few other personal items that hadn’t been purchased by Erik and called a cab. When the taxi arrived, she had the driver take her to an ATM where she withdrew $500 of the money that her Nana had left for her. It wasn’t much to start a life on, but it was too late for the banks to be open and the ATM had a limit. She figured it would be enough to pay for the cab and rent a car so she could get as far away from Erik as possible.

The driver kept throwing furtive looks in the rear view mirror at the bruises that decorated her face, but he didn’t say anything as he drove her to the car rental agency. The only such business in town that was still open at that late hour had a limited selection of available vehicles. In fact, there was only one, and there was little doubt as to why that particular car had yet to be rented out.

The gentleman who waited on her apologized for the lack of quality and offered to at least have their service mechanic go over the car when he arrived in the morning. Kate had informed him that she was in a hurry and would take whatever they had. Casting a quick glance at the wounds on her face before letting his eyes slide away, the man hadn’t argued.

Which was how, she reflected, she had come to be driving in the pouring rain, on a deserted country road, at night, by herself. She had been afraid to take any of the main interstate highways. Not knowing where Erik had gone or when he might return, she didn’t know how much time she had before he realized she was gone. Once he did, it seemed likely he would use his connections in law enforcement to have her detained. She didn’t want to risk being found.

Before leaving town, she had stopped at an all-night convenience store to fill up the car’s gas tank and buy some portable food and beverages. She had also purchased a map and found the road she was currently on. In theory, it would take her all the way to Georgia. It seemed like a serviceable enough road. Her only real problem with it was that the storm and the lack of streetlights resulted in a stygian effect that created the surreal illusion that she was the only person in the world.

It was funny because she had felt that way for quite some time, but it took a drive through the dark to make her realize it. Oh, Kate had read all the books. She knew the psychological theories behind domestic abuse. She knew that being able to isolate their victims was one of the key elements that abusers depended on. The texts always made it seem so cut and dried, with clean lines and clear edges, something easily defined, identified, and avoided. But the reality wasn’t that simple.

The advice was always the same: leave. But it wasn’t that easy to just pick up and leave one’s whole life behind; to have nowhere to go and no idea how to get started with a plan. Even now, Kate didn’t have a clue where she was heading. The only thought in her head when she had left was to get away. But get away to where? At the moment, all she knew was that she was heading north. She wanted to see the snow; she was tired of hot, sticky weather.

But she knew she couldn’t go home to the apartment she had shared with Erik. She couldn’t even risk going back to the same town. She didn’t want him to find her. Seeking help from her mother was also out of the question. So she had followed the advice that all the experts gave to domestic abuse victims, she had left. But she had nowhere to go.

There were supposed to be agencies that would help women who were fleeing from abusers, but where were they? How did one go about making contact with such an agency? Who would she even ask? She couldn’t go to the police. If she did, Erik would use that to track her down.

There had been many times when Kate had listened to other women sneer that they would never allow a man to hit them. That if any man ever tried, they would leave. That any woman who put up with such behavior was a fool. She might be a fool, she had certainly been told she was often enough, but Kate also knew it wasn’t that simple. Being beaten for so many years had been terrible; it had been awful to always be afraid and have to tiptoe around Erik’s moods. But at least it was the devil she knew. Now she was faced with the fear of the unknown.

Even with all that, Kate knew she was lucky. She had the money Nana had left her and she didn’t have any children. She couldn’t even imagine trying to make this trip with kids in tow. Women who managed to escape domestic abuse with their children were amazing, and true heroes. She had no idea how they did it. That kind of strength was beyond her.

The thoughts running around and around her head were driving her crazy. It was like having a rat in her brain that was gnawing to get out, and she couldn’t bear to be alone with them anymore. She reached a trembling hand out to turn on the radio, hoping for something soft and soothing. Feeling lost in the darkness, she needed a message of hope.

Instead, the station the radio was tuned to was playing something loud and jarring. Dangerous sounding. She couldn’t take it, and looked away from the road to change the channel. As she fiddled with the radio trying to find music that would help calm her, she kept flicking her eyes up to keep track of where she was going.

Suddenly, a cat appeared in the cone of illumination thrown out by the headlights. Kate had barely a second to register the half-drowned animal’s presence before slamming on the brakes and praying that the car would stop in time. As she skidded across the wet road, one of the car’s rear tires blew and she lost control. The vehicle careened off the edge of the pavement, and down an embankment into a patch of forest along the side of the road. Kate fought for control and tried to steer enough to avoid the trees, but the momentum of the car and gravity carried her deeper and deeper into the woods.

An enormous tree loomed large right in front of her, and Kate knew she would never avoid it. She threw her arms up over her face to protect her head and braced herself for the impact and the sound of shattering glass and shearing metal. It never came. Instead, the light from the headlights seemed to be swallowed up into a well of darkness, and the car started spinning. As the vehicle spiraled faster and faster, it made Kate dizzy and disoriented her even more. Pressure built in her head, and just when she thought her eyes were going to explode out of their sockets, her world seemed to shatter and everything went dark.

Coming Soon – Captivated By The Winter King by Mistral Dawn

It is my pleasure to bring to you the soon to be release next book, Captivated by the Winter King by fellow author Mistral Dawn.  There is also an excerpt to give you a taste of what is to come.
Hey Everyone!! 🙂
Guess what!!! We’re only one month away from the release of Captivated By The Winter King!!! 🙂 Squee!! 😉  This newest installment in the Spellbound Hearts series is due to be released on November 30, 2015.  To celebrate, I thought I’d share the fantabulous cover that the amazingly talented Erin Dameron-Hill has created!  Here’s a little about the story:

Kate is a woman on the run. After years of being physically and emotionally abused by her fiance, she’s finally had enough. But leaving might be even more dangerous than staying, so she needs to get as far away as she can as fast as possible. A late night, desperate drive through the pouring rain ends suddenly when a cat appears in the middle of the road. While trying to avoid the half-drowned creature, Kate loses control of her car and crashes through a portal to Fairie.
Ankou is a fallen God of Death and the king of the Winter Court of Fairie, and he’s facing pressure from every direction. The magic of the Court is out of balance due to the centuries-long lack of a queen. He is harried constantly by the Court nobles who want him to either step down or take a mate. All the duties of a ruling pair rest squarely on his shoulders. And added to all this is a soul-crushing loneliness. His existence stretches back hundreds of millennia, and in all that time he has never found the one person who could warm his lonely heart. He is exhausted and discouraged, and the last thing he needs is to go tearing off into the night on a fool’s errand. But one of his lingering god powers is the ability to sense the right course of action to follow, and his instincts are screaming at him to go to a particular place in the forest of the Winter kingdom and wait. Imagine his surprise when he finds the one he has been waiting for his whole life!
Using a careful blend of patience, seduction, and domination, the Winter king tries to win his soulmate’s love. Feeling safe and valued for the first time in her memory, Kate explores her new freedom by agreeing to try the BDSM games her lover suggests. As she experiments with both domination and submission, she learns just how liberating surrender can be. Will Ankou be able to convince Kate that she can trust him with her feelings as well as her body? Will Kate find a way to overcome the trauma of her past and open up her heart to accept the love that is offered to her? Can these two broken people find a way to fit all their disparate pieces together into a stronger, united whole? You’ll have to read to find out!

I’m also excited to share a sneak peek with you with this excerpt:

When he saw his Anamchara’s nod of consent, Ankou released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The trust she was showing warmed him far more than any fire could. He was determined to prove himself worthy of that trust. Looking around at the gathering light, he realized the air was much too cold for what he had in mind. With a gesture, he cast a spell to raise the temperature of the area around them to something that approached a comfortable level.


Turning back to his mate, he said, “Come here.” When she approached, he ordered, “Remove your clothing.”


In spite of the warmer air, Kate shivered. There was something deliciously naughty about the idea of being naked outside. They were alone and the area was remote, but it was not a private space. Anyone might happen by.


Reaching behind her neck, she tugged at the closure that sealed the dress in back. It had been spelled to release when she pulled at it, and the bodice dropped away from her body. Sliding the sleeves down her arms, she allowed it to pool at her waist as she unfastened the top of the skirt. Once freed, she allowed the dress to fall to the ground and stepped out of it. Seeing that Ankou held his hand out for it, she picked it up and handed it to him.


Standing under the cloudless sky in nothing but her lacy underwear, she felt free. She looked at her mate, who just raised his eyebrows and said, “Those as well.”


After sliding the bra straps down her arms, she reached behind herself to unhook it. The cool air caressed her skin and her nipples puckered. She shivered as she handed the bra to Ankou. Taking a deep breath, she removed her boots and stockings. The cold of the snow under her feet was noticeable, but not unbearable. She realized Ankou was using magic to protect her there as well and she smiled. Sliding her panties down her legs, she stepped out of them and handed them to her mate.


“Stay there,” ordered Ankou, who took Kate’s clothing and laid it on the platform they had slept on to keep it from getting wet in the snow. Walking around the small clearing, he looked for things he could use. He found the remnants of a tree that had broken and fell. Using magic, he smoothed and shaped the stump into a wooden platform. After making sure the surface was polished and free of any splinters or sharp edges, he ordered Kate to join him.


As she padded across the snow, Kate couldn’t help but wonder what Ankou had planned. Looking at the stump he had prepared, she was confused. It looked sturdy and came up to her belly button, but she didn’t see what it could be used for.


Walking a few feet away, Ankou selected a large stick from the pile of wood Kate had collected the night before. Using magic again, he shaped it into a long, thin, smooth cane. He used both hands to bend it, testing how much give was in the wood. Satisfied, he returned to where his Anamchara waited for him.


When Kate saw what Ankou had in his hand, her eyes widened. Did he intend to use that on her? Searching his face, she found no clues in his blank expression.


Standing in front of her, the Winter king saw the trepidation in his mate’s eyes. Cupping his hand behind her head, he threaded his fingers through her hair and drew her body against his. He leaned down, claiming her lips in a possessive kiss. Skimming his lips along her cheek, he nipped at her ear and whispered, “Do you trust me?”


The warmth of her lover’s body against Kate’s front contrasted with the cool air that caressed her back. Ankou’s shirt rasped against her taught nipples and made her shiver. There was a tension in the air, even more so than was usually present when they played these games, and she felt mesmerized by the intensity. As his words penetrated the fog that swirled through her mind, the anxiety left her. “Yes. I trust you.”


Stepping back, Ankou smiled. “Good.”

Oh my!! What’s going to happen next? Want to find out?  You’ll have to read the story!  Captivated By The Winter King is available for pre-order from most popular online merchants:
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New Release – Intrigue in the Summer Court by Mistral Dawn

It is my pleasure to bring to you the New Release and First Chapter of Intrigue in the Summer Court by fellow author Mistral Dawn.  This is a fabulous series and I look forward to reading this new book.

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Guess what??? The wait is over!!!!! 🙂  Intrigue In The Summer Court is now out and available from Amazon and Smashwords!!!!! 🙂  Check it out, and please let me know what you think!! 🙂
 

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Jillian knows something bad is going to happen! She has been a loyal adviser to the throne and friend of the queen, Briallen, for thousands of years, and now Roni and Uaine’s wedding and coronation are to take place in just a couple days. The Summer Court will have a new king and queen, who, it is hoped, can repair the damage and heal the schism the late king created.

But Jillian can’t shake the feeling that trouble is brewing. Many of the Summer nobles aren’t happy about the changes that are taking place in the Summer Court, and many of the other Fae just aren’t too sure about having a human on the throne…even if she has been blessed by the goddess. When Angelica, the leader of the Pixies, comes to her with news of a plot to murder the prince and princess, Jillian’s suspicions are confirmed. Will the two of them be able to unravel this conspiracy in time to save the royal couple? Or will prejudice prevail, and the hope for peace in Fairie be lost forever?
And if you missed the first two books, get them here so you can read the series in order! 🙂

 
Want a sneak peek of Intrigue In The Summer Court?  Here you go! 🙂

chapter

 

Jillian had a bad feeling. The Sidhe’s gaze flitted from one Fae to the next, her eyes combing through the crowd assembled in the throne room of the Summer Court. Searching desperately for some clue as to the source of the threat. For days she had stood quietly behind the queen, as Briallen welcomed the dignitaries who had traveled from all over Fairie to witness the wedding and coronation of Roni and Uaine. It wasn’t every day that new rulers assumed control of one of the Season Courts.

Once the young people were properly crowned, they would ascend to the throne of the Summer Court, and Briallen would step down. Never had Briallen looked more regal than she did now, as she fought through her grief to represent the Summer Court during this time of change. Jillian’s heart broke for her queen, even as her trepidation built.

What Jillian found maddening was that she couldn’t identify the source of her unease. Ever since her encounter with the goddess, her instincts seemed to have been heightened. At times, it seemed as though she could tell what would happen before it came to pass. She was still learning how to use this new ability, but she knew that ignoring a gift from the goddess was never wise. Right now, every instinct in her was screaming that something was wrong.

Taking a deep breath, Jillian reached into the bag that hung over her shoulder to pet the easy-going rabbit who waited inside. The feel of Patches’ soft fur under her hand calmed her, as it always did. Her sweet bunny friend, sensing her disquiet, nuzzled her fingers in an attempt to reassure her. Unfortunately, despite Patches’ best efforts, Jillian’s feeling of foreboding persisted without abatement.

She continued to seek any hint as to what direction the peril might strike from by observing the crowd. Jillian noted that the Erlking and his Anamchara, Cassie, had finally arrived. The presence of Fairie’s Huntsman gave her some comfort. A Fae would have to be bold indeed, and foolhardy, to instigate trouble in the presence of the goddess’s own enforcer. Still, Jillian couldn’t escape a feeling of dread.

Her attention was caught as Ankou, the king of the Winter Court, approached Briallen and nodded to the queen. Jillian marveled at how strong the king looked, despite all of his loss. A weaker Fae would have long since decided to allow themselves to fade, but Ankou appeared as solid and powerful as ever. The thought of his long eons of existence gave even Jillian, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, pause. As she observed the large male moving through the throng of Fae around the throne, her heart ached over the mantle of sorrow that surrounded him.

Shaking herself from her reverie, Jillian tried to focus on the nebulous feeling at the back of her mind and identify just what was causing it. With so many gathered to celebrate Roni and Uaine’s union, a premonition of danger couldn’t be dismissed. She shook her head; it was no good. Any Fae with enough status to be invited to such an important event would have long since learned to control their reactions. Perhaps if she withdrew and sought some quiet for meditation, then clarity would follow.

Just as Jillian turned away to find the desired solitude, she was approached by Angelica. As the head of the largest of the Pixie villages, the tiny Fae was, by default, the representative of the Pixies. “Greetings Jillian, you look pensive,” said the tiny Fae as she hovered in front of Jillian’s face on wings beating as fast as a humming bird’s.

“Angelica, welcome,” Jillian nodded to the winged female. “I hope the Pixies are pleased with the new trade agreements.”

Angelica gave her a predatory smile. “Oh, they’ll do for now. But what could be causing you to look so serious on such a happy occasion?”

“Do I look serious?” hedged Jillian. She made a mental note to control her face better, now was not the time to show weakness to outsiders.

“Oh, I think you know you do,” the Pixie gave her a sharp look, “and I think I know why, as well.”

Jillian just raised an eyebrow and looked at Angelica. The delicate Fae’s tiny face betrayed nothing.

“Do you think it is only the High-Court Fae who are capable of smelling trouble in the air?” Angelica gave the Sidhe a bitter look. “We lesser-Fae have noses as sharp as yours, my lady,” she added, the honorific thrown in ironically.

Jillian’s second eyebrow joined the first, just below her hairline. “I never suggested that you don’t, and the only one calling you ‘lesser’, Angelica, is you. If you have knowledge of danger brewing, then by all means, speak up.”

“Ah yes, how could I have forgotten? It is a new day, with a new regime about to rise.” As the Pixie spoke, she cut a contemptuous glance towards Uaine and Roni standing near the queen. “The past is now over, and we are all one Court once again. Not all of us forget centuries of injustice so easily, Jillian.”

Grimacing but acknowledging the truth in the Pixie’s words, Jillian said, “Ithel’s behavior was inexcusable, but he is dead and his vision for the Summer Court died with him. The goddess made her judgment known, and the wise will do their best to abide by it. The past may not be forgotten, but we cannot change what was done. All we can do is make the future better.”

Sighing, Angelica crossed her arms over her chest. She looked down, and then back up and cocked her head to the side. “Perhaps. We shall see. Your prince and his mate will be under close scrutiny, I hope you know that.”

“Our prince and our princess are well aware that they have much work to do to heal the Court of past hurts. Is that the trouble you spoke of?”

Flipping her lilac hair over her shoulder, the Pixie gave Jillian a sly look. “No,” she floated over to settle onto the larger Fae’s shoulder, “I have reason to believe that the prince and the princess may not live long enough to be king and queen,” she whispered into the Sidhe’s ear.

Jillian gave Angelica a sharp look out of the corner of her eye. “Why would you believe such a thing?”

“There have been whisperings. You must know that Logan and Deirdra’s family is not pleased with their fate.”

“That is hardly a revelation,” said Jillian, thinking of how the Elf female had been killed by the spell she tried to use to murder Roni.

“No, of course not, and you don’t truly believe they will not retaliate, do you?”

Jillian fought to conceal how startled she was by the thought. “The goddess herself has bestowed her protection on the princess, and her blessing on the royal wedding. Are Logan and Deirdra’s relatives foolish enough to challenge the goddess?”

Angelica snorted. “Not directly, of course, that would be suicide. But you know perfectly well there are always loopholes in any magic. All they need do is find one.”

“Do you have specific knowledge of any such plots, or is this mere speculation?”

The Pixie gave Jillian a smug look, as she lifted off of the Sidhe’s shoulder to once again hover before the larger Fae’s eyes. “Why don’t we go somewhere more private to discuss the matter?”

Jillian gave the Pixie a searching look and then nodded. “If you’ll follow me…?”

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Cover Reveal – Intrigue In The Summer Court by Mistral Dawn

I have a cover reveal for you from friend and fellow author Mistral Dawn for her next book Intrigue In The Summer Court.  This is a fantastic series, so look out for this one.  I will post when it is out for you to read.  In the meantime why not start the series with Taken By The Hunstman.

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I revealed the title at my Facebook party last Saturday, but have you been wondering what the cover of Intrigue In The Summer Court would look like?  Well, here it is!!!! 🙂  Julie Nichols is the talented artist who created it, and I, for one, think she did a totally awesome job!!!! 🙂  If you’re interested in seeing more of her work, you can find her here:

www.juliemirishkanicholls.wordpress.com

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Her prices are very reasonable.  For ebook covers that the author provides the stock photos for and just need her to manipulate the photos and paint over small parts, she only charges $20!  To include a wrap-around cover that can be used for a paperback, she charges $30.  And for custom-painted covers (like the one above) she charges $100, and as you can see they are well worth the price!! 🙂

For people just looking for decorations for their home or desk, she is working on a new Amazon store (she says it will be like etsy) where she will be listing her work for sale soon.  In the meantime, you can find her books here:

http://www.amazon.com/Julie-Nicholls/e/B00Q5JJF10/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Did I mention she’s also an amazing novelist?  A woman of many talents!! 🙂  The easiest way to contact her for custom artwork is through Facebook. 🙂  And besides being wildly talented, she really is a gem! 🙂

So…would you like to see the synopsis for Intrigue In The Summer Court???? 😉  Here it is:

Synopsis

Jillian just knows something bad is going to happen!  She’s been a loyal adviser to the throne and friend of the queen, Briallen, for thousands of years, and now Roni and Uaine’s wedding and coronation are to take place in just a couple days.  The Summer Court will have a new king and queen, who can hopefully repair the damage and heal the schism the late king created.

But Jillian just can’t shake the feeling that trouble is brewing.  Many of the Summer nobles aren’t happy about the changes that are taking place in the Summer Court, and many of the other Fae just aren’t too sure about having a human on the throne…even if she has been blessed by the goddess.  When Angelica, the leader of the Pixies, comes to her with news of a plot to murder the prince and princess, Jillian’s suspicions are confirmed.  Will the two of them be able to unravel this conspiracy in time to save the royal couple?  Or will prejudice prevail, and the hope for peace in Fairie be lost forever?

Huh, sounds pretty dire, what do you think? 😉  Would you like to read some excerpts?  Check these out! 🙂

http://mistralkdawn.blogspot.com/2015/07/breaking-news.html?spref=tw

http://mistralkdawn.blogspot.com/2015/07/guess-whos-on-guestlist.html

http://mistralkdawn.blogspot.com/2015/07/uh-oh-what-trouble-are-these-two-up-to.html

http://mistralkdawn.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-sinfulsundays-excerpt.html

http://mistralkdawn.blogspot.com/2015/07/shortstory-update-excerpt.html

And don’t forget to stay tuned for the release announcement!!!! 🙂  Coming Soon! 😉

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Character Interview – Arthfael – Taken By The Huntsman by Mistral Dawn

Today I have an interview for you with Arthfael who resides in the awesome book Taken By The Huntsman by fellow author Mistral Dawn.

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Discarded and ignored by those around her for most of her life, Cassie is a lonely human woman struggling to find her place in the world and meaning in her life. Cadeyrn is the Erlking, the leader of the Wild Hunt, a hundreds of thousands of years old Fae who has always known his purpose. He has spent his entire long existence tracking the criminals of Fairie and punishing them for their crimes.
While hunting for the murderer of a child who has escaped to Earth Cadeyrn comes across Cassie and realizes that she is the one that the great mother goddess has designated as his soul mate. He kidnaps her and takes her to his fortress in Fairie to protect her from his many enemies. He knows she will be angry and that he’ll have to work to earn her trust, but he finds his task to be even more challenging than he had thought it would be due to Cassie’s difficulty in opening her heart.
Will Cadeyrn be able to convince Cassie that the bond between them is real and earn her love?

Character Interview

Name: Arthfael

Sex: Male

Age: Thousands of years old

Eyes: Slate-gray

Hair: Bushy brown

Body Type: Six feet tall, built like a line-backer

Facial  features: Squashed in face with a big round nose

Skin type/tone: leathery, warm brown

Ears: Normal

Interesting physical characteristics: He’s half Brownie and half Giant.

Background:

Where and when were you born? In the mountains of the Giants.

Where have you lived? With the Giants, with the Brownies in the Summer Court, and in the castle of the Erlking.

Family members? None I’m in contact with.

Schooling? It’s different in Fairie.

 

Hi Arthfael, welcome, can you tell us how do you feel about the ending of the book, without giving too much away?

Very happy that the master and his Anamchara were able to work things out.

What words of wisdom would you give Mistral if she decided to write another book with you in it?

To try to understand how difficult it can be for someone who is born different.

Do you think Mistral portrayed you accurately?

I do. Mistral understands that it can be hard for those who society rejects.

Was there a major turning point in your life?

When I came to live in the Erlking’s household and found some measure of acceptance.

What is your most closely guarded secret?

My heritage. Strangers never understand.

How do you envision your future?

Helping the master as much as possible, and maintaining order in his household. There are also a couple of Brownie females I’d like to know better, if I can ever work up the courage.

How do you decide if you can trust someone?

I rely on the master’s judgement.

What parts of loving come easy to you ?  Hard?

I love easily, but have always been rejected. Even my parents were unable to truly accept me once I reached maturity.

What are you most afraid of?

Being turned away from service to the Erlking.

What are you especially proud of in your life?

Having worked my way up to a position of trust in my master’s household.

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Character Interview – Jillian from Bound By the Summer Prince by Mistral Dawn

Today I have an interview for you with Jillian from a wonderful book, Bound By The Summer Prince by fellow author Mistral Dawn.

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The Summer Court is in an uproar. The king has just been executed for unpardonable crimes, and the queen is prostrate with grief over his loss. This leaves the Summer kingdom bereft of true leadership; a problem which is compounded by the fact that the laws of Fairie require balance to be maintained by having a male and a female ruler for both Season Courts at all times. Uaine, the Summer prince, is the only one who can put things right, but he is without a mate. Knowing that he must take a bride quickly, for the sake of his people, even though he is struggling with his own feelings of pain and anger over his father’s treachery, he goes for a walk in a forest near the palace to try to clear his head and determine how best to choose a female to rule beside him.

While walking Uaine discovers a human female running loose in Fairie, which is against the most basic tenets of Fae law. Furious at one more problem he must deal with, he takes her prisoner and locks her in the dungeon; only to discover later that she is his soul-mate. The magical bond between them means they are meant to be together forever, but humans can’t feel the magic of Fairie. Will Uaine be able to win her heart and convince her that she can trust him to keep her safe from all the dangers of Fairie…including himself?

Roni is a human con woman and petty thief. Having run afoul of the local crime syndicate in the city where she is staying, she finds herself running for her life. Trouble is no stranger to her, but when she falls through a hole in a wall and finds herself in a world with carnivorous trees and rocks that eat people she realizes she may have found more of it than she can deal with. Rescued/arrested by the prince of the Summer Court, it doesn’t take long for her to formulate a plan to use him to get herself home. Unfortunately for her, she soon finds that her heart, which she had thought long ago turned to stone, has begun to feel the love she has been playing at. Will she be able to overcome a lifetime of caution and allow herself to follow her heart? Can a criminal love a cop?

Please be aware that this book contains explicit sexual scenes, depictions of BDSM, and anal play. If these things disturb you, then this may not be the book for you.

Character Interview

Name: Jillian

Sex: Female

Age: Thousands of years old

Eyes: Gray

Hair: Curly, white-blonde, waist-length

Body Type: Tall and thin

Facial  features: Sidhe features

Skin type/tone: Very pale

Ears: Pointed

Background:

Where and when were you born? I was born in Fairie’s Summer Court

Where have you lived? In the Summer Court, and often in the palace.

Family members? I have no close blood-relatives, but the Summer queen is as a sister to me.

Schooling? It’s different in Fairie.

Hi Jillian, how do you feel about the ending of the book, without giving too much away?

Very happy for the prince and his Anamchara.

What words of wisdom would you give Mistral if she decided to write another book with you in it?

Focus on my relationships with others, you may notice a pattern.

Do you think that Mistral portrayed you accurately?

I do. I am something of a private person, and people don’t always understand everything about me right away. I believe Mistral understands who I am on a deeper level.

Was there ever a defining moment of your life?

When I realized I could not be loyal to the entire Summer Court, and had to choose which of the royals would have my backing. Fae politics can be brutal.

What is your most closely guarded secret?

I don’t have any secrets, but I don’t always discuss aspect of myself with everyone I meet. Those who wish to know me should spend time with me.

How do you envision your future?

Helping Uaine and Roni to bring peace to the Summer Court, and make the transition of them filling the roles of king and queen as seamless as possible. Also, I will always do everything in my power to ensure the safety and well-being of all of the Summer royals who demonstrate honor.

How do you decide of you can trust someone?

It is not always easy, sometimes people can be deceptive on the surface.

What parts of loving come easy to you ?  Hard?

I find it easy to love others. I have many friends who I am loyal to, and enjoy the company of other people. But if you spend time with me, you may notice something about me that is different than many Fae.

What are you most afraid of?

That Briallen will never fully recover from the loss of her husband.

Is there something you are especially proud of in your life?

That I’ve been able to help ensure peace in the Summer kingdom, and that my actions helped prevent a war.

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