Saturday, February 28, 2015

Interview with Author Mistral Dawn

Today I have the pleasure of interviewing Mistral Dawn, author of Taken by the Huntsman and Bound by the Summer Prince, which has just come out. If you love the world of Fairie, you’re in good company here. 

Tracy: Thanks for dropping by, Mistral.

Mistral: Thank you so much for having me on your blog today, Tracy!! :-)  I've read your blog for years, and I'm a huge fan of yours, but I never thought I'd have the opportunity to talk to you here!  I'm star-struck! Thank you! :-)

T: Then I’d better not let you hang around for too long. I don’t want you finding out how awfully ordinary I am.

This blog today is all about you. Tell us about yourself and how you got started writing.

M: Me? I'm fairly unoriginal: thirty-something, graduate student/hospital drudge.  I have kitties, do a limited amount of cat/kitten rescue out of my home (please spay or neuter your pets! ;-) ), and I've recently started writing adult, fantasy, romance novels.

Taken By The Huntsman came about because I had a dream (I'll leave the details to your imagination ;-) ) after having a debate with an online friend about the nature of consent, and what society should and should not accept in terms of other people's behavior.  My friend and I differed rather violently on this matter and I went to bed thinking about it.  When I woke up, I had the idea for my first novel.  Another friend of mine said the idea sounded interesting, so I wrote the first couple of chapters and sent them to her asking if she was bored yet.  She was kind enough to say that she wasn't bored and would like to read the rest of the story, so I wrote it. :-)

T: Your first book Taken by the Huntsman takes place in the world of the Fae, Fairie. What drew you to write in this genre?

M: I've always read sci-fi and fantasy almost exclusively.  When I had the debate with my friend, I was in the middle of researching European mythology (because I'm a nerd) and some of those legendary creatures made their way into my dream.  Besides, who wouldn't enjoy fantasizing about a gorgeous guy who is utterly devoted to you and can take you somewhere you'll live forever? ;-)

T: I’m firmly in the camp of eternal doting. Tell us a little about Taken by The Huntsman.

M: Taken By The Huntsman is the story of Cassie, a lonely human orphan trying to find her place in the world, and Cadeyrn, the Erlking and Fairie's top cop.  Cadeyrn is hunting another Fae who has escaped to Earth after killing a child.  While he's searching, he comes across Cassie on her way home from work.  She can't see him because he's cast a spell to hide himself from human eyes, but when his eyes meet hers a magical soul-mate bond forms between them.  He decides to kidnap her and take her to his fortress in Fairie, because, having been Fairie's Huntsman for hundreds of millennia, he has earned his share of enemies.  Knowing that most modern humans know nothing of the Fae beyond children's stories, Cadeyrn doesn't believe he'll be able to convince Cassie of the danger she's in, and the only way he can think of to keep her safe is to kidnap her.  He expects her to be angry, and to have to work to earn her trust, but is unprepared for how difficult she finds it to open her heart.

T: It sounds exciting. Swept away by a Fairie cop who is your soulmate? Awesome. Which begs for a hypothetical question here: a tall, handsome Fae appears before you and says, “Mistral Dawn, you are my fated love.” What do you do?

M: Ha! Knowing me?  Look for the hidden cameras. ;-)

T:  How much of you do you put in your characters?

M: Oh, there's bits and pieces here and there.  Like Cassie, I've worked in call centers and at other "menial" jobs.  The disagreement with her boss that she's worrying about on her way home is almost word-for-word an argument I once had with a boss. Roni and I share the curse (blessing?) of being a well-padded woman in a society that favors the skinny.  But none of my characters are truly a representation of me. :-)

T: Is there any other genre you'd like to write? Or is there one you wouldn't?

M: I'd like to write straight Sci-Fi one day. I actually have an idea I've been kicking around for years, but I don't think I'm ready to write it yet. :-)  I try not to close my mind to any possibilities, but I read almost exclusively Sci-Fi and Fantasy, so I think it would be difficult for me to write anything else.

T: What was the most surprising thing about becoming a writer?

M: I really found the fact that it's possible to self-publish anything you like, on multiple platforms, without anyone's by-your-leave.  Granted, each platform has their own rules, but they tend to be pretty broad.  The internet is wonderful. :-)

T: What are you working on now?

M: I'm working on the second book in the series I started with Taken By The Huntsman, which is the story of Roni, a human con-woman and petty thief, and Uaine, the prince of Fairie's Summer Court.  Roni accidentally stumbles into Fairie (and it's against Fae law for humans to be in Fairie unless brought there by a Fae) and is caught by Uaine.  To his surprise, the soul-mate bond forms between them and he has to convince her to want to stay. :-)  The first chapter and some excerpts are posted on my blog.

After I finish the second novel I'll start writing a short story about Roni and Uaine, and then I have a third book planned which will involve the king of the Winter Court and his fated human.  So far I have five novels and two short stories planned, but I keep getting new ideas so the number keeps growing. :-)

T: I know that feeling. The ideas never seem to quit coming, do they? Writers tend to be the most voracious readers. What fiction do you read for pleasure?

M: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Paranormal Romance/Erotica almost exclusively.  Occasionally a Historical Romance will slip in there, but rarely anything else. ;-)

T: What writer inspires you most?

M: Honestly?  You do, Tracy!  If you hadn't spent all that time on your blog talking about how to independently publish a novel and deal with all of the challenges that creep up, Taken By The Huntsman would almost certainly be sitting in a file on my hard drive, unread by anyone but me.  Until you wrote about it, I didn't even know it was possible to publish a novel without a publisher, so thank you very much!! :-)

T: My pleasure and thanks! I’m always delighted to help in any small way I can. Outside of writing, who inspires your life?

M: Oh, lots of people.  Anyone who can find a way to bring about change in society (large or small) without resorting to violence inspires me.  Teachers inspire me, social workers inspire me, animal rescue agency workers inspire me, soup-kitchen/food-pantry workers inspire me; basically, if you've left the world just a little bit better than you found it then you inspire me. :-)

T: Everyday heroes are the best. What is your passion outside of writing?

M: Taking in homeless cats and kittens, getting them healthy and well-socialized, and finding them their forever homes. :-)

T: So you are a hero yourself! I envy you doing that. I wish I could, but the hubs is allergic.

Okay, I’m going to ask a few miscellaneous questions so we can learn more about the woman behind hot and handsome Fairie beefcake. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would that be?

M: The Northern Pacific Coast of the US. Perfect weather as far as I'm concerned. :-)

T: Tell me one thing you absolutely cannot live without.

M: Hmm...besides my kitties?  Books! I'm a reading junkie and I'm not even interested in rehab. ;-)

T: Favorite quote?

M: “Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.”
― Terry Pratchett

T: Nice one. I think that’s an excellent note to wrap this up on. Thanks so much for coming on the blog, Mistral. It’s been a delight to have you!

Keep up with Mistral Dawn and her writing:

Mistral’s first book Taken by the Huntsman is available at the following links:

Friday, February 27, 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 7 – Alien Refuge

Iris rocked forward, letting Rivek slip deliciously through her channels.  Sliding friction moving through her, lighting up everything inside.  She closed her eyes to feel it better.  Then she moved back onto those twin cocks, carefully enclosing the man kneeling behind her once more.  Very little discomfort this time.  She almost missed that galvanizing sting of hurt.  How strange, she thought.

“That’s it.  Good girl.”  Rivek’s approval was very breathy.

Iris moved forward again.  He felt so amazing, sliding easily through her now.  When she rocked back again, she did it faster, harder, achieving more of that wonderful ache this time.  It made no sense that it heightened the boiling pleasure in her gut, but it did.  The next time she shoved back onto Rivek, she did it even harder, as if she would split herself in two on him.  Dull pain resounded this time, feeding the weird passion slowly engulfing her.

That was it.  That was what she wanted.

“What are you doing, Iris?  Tell me.  Use those words that scared you so much.”

“I’m fucking you, Rivek.  I’m fucking your cocks with my ass and pussy.”  She felt not one bit of concern over her language.  All she cared about was the blooming rapture taking over.

Iris drove herself against the Kalquorian, taking him hard and fast.  Fierce arousal awoke, growing bigger, tightening her insides in a vicious spiral.  Violent desire licked throughout her loins, making everything coil taut.  She could feel her body gathering itself, every mote of pleasure coalescing into one brilliant spot, drawing together in preparation to blow wide open.  Almost there, hanging just on the edge.  If she could just find a little more force...

“Please,” Iris moaned.  “Please.”

Rivek’s hands closed over her shoulders.  When she shoved back onto him this time, he pulled.  At the same time, he thrust hard and deep into her with devastating strength.

Iris’ senses broke apart in a tidal wave of phenomenal bliss.  It surged through her all at once, rending her wits into scattered motes of disconnected, half-formed thoughts.  Swell after swell of pleasure gushed through her body.  Starbursts of white light exploded before her eyes, blinding her to all but the stormy flow of rapture.

When she came back to the surface of the Kalquorians’ bed, Rivek was moaning above her, his cocks pulsating inside, the primary one streaming thick heat into her ass.  Jol rubbed her back as Ospar stroked her hair.

Available from Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Smashwords, and All Romance.  Also in print.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                Wal helped himself to a second pour. “What of your prospects, Cissy? Obviously you are pursuing your options.”
                She shrugged and surprised Rolat by turning pink with embarrassment. “I don’t know that I’m really into the game yet. I’m goofing off with guys too immature for me. I suppose I should be a good girl like your Dramok wants and take this lottery thing seriously. I know I’m acting foolish with the clothes I wear and the men I see.”
                “And the things you say.” Diltan snickered when she blew a raspberry at him.
                “Yeah, yeah. I act like a soldier on a weekend pass on Dantovon. The trouble is, we women were all straitjacketed by Earth’s insane morality for so long. I’ve always felt like I was suffocating. When it was safe, when it was just me and Tasha and our cousins, I would let loose with a little craziness. I had to let off steam somehow, and it usually meant saying outrageous things.”
                “I can only imagine how hard that must have been,” Rolat said. Cissy’s antics were beginning to make sense.
                “Then there were all those months we had to go into hiding when Jessica became empress. Earth Gov wanted to scapegoat us for her ‘sins’. Armageddon was an unmitigated tragedy, but it set me free for good. I guess I’m enjoying my liberty with a vengeance.” 
                Diltan nodded, his expression sympathetic. “So we’ve noticed.  It is understandable now that I think about it.”
                “Completely,” Rolat agreed.  “It’s a surprise you aren’t going to greater extremes considering.”
                Cissy grinned. “Believe it or not, I am trying to rein some of my exuberance in.  I haven’t let anyone lure me into a pleasure club yet.”
                Before he could censor himself, Rolat blurted, “If you decide to do so, please allow me to accompany you.”
                Diltan choked on his bohut. Wal laughed hard enough that he nearly fell off his seating cushion.

Tentatively scheduled for March release.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Weekend Wake-up Call – The Font

            Again and again, Elisha’s mouth worked its terrible magic.  Naya’s nether parts ached fiercely, and she cried, shrieked, cursed, begged, and bargained for release.  Elisha was merciless though, her supplications making no impact on him at all.
            At last Naya gave up, her entire body trembling violently as he sweetly assaulted her yet again.  Her arms lay at her sides, her legs slung over Elisha’s shoulders, all limbs weak from the tension that filled her womb.  She looked at the star-pocked sky overhead, tears running from her eyes as he rubbed that vicious tongue over her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the end that would never come.  He would indeed keep her in this hell forever, hovering on the brink of glorious release, never to realize the joyous liberation of passion realized.  She would die like this, glimpsing nirvana without ever setting foot there.
            He spoke, his lips and tongue still working on her helpless flesh, the vibration bringing fresh warmth cascading through her lower parts.  She moaned.
            “What?” she whimpered, her voice wavering in defeat.
            “Have you conceded your body to me?”
            Shuddering sobs.  She almost couldn’t speak for the force of them.
            “Is this body mine, Naya?”
            “Yes, Elisha.  It is yours.”
            “Even if I choose to not let you come?  Even if I force you to endure this the entire night?”
            Naya’s chest heaved with the onslaught of her grief.  He would do it.  She knew he would.  And there was nothing she could do about it.
            “It is yours.  I am yours.”
            “To do as I wish, whatever it may be?”
            Again, there was the sense of a smile in his voice.  “Then I wish you to climax, my Naya.  Well done.”
            Then he was sucking hard on her clit, his tongue swirling around and around the tip, two of his fingers pressing into her sheath, working in and out hard and fast.  The elation filled her until she thought she must burst apart, and even as it broke over her, the tidal wave finally crashing its full weight upon her, crushing her in its drowning embrace, she thought, he won’t let me, he’ll stop just as it happens, he won’t…
            Then all coherent thought was gone, ripped away in a surge of blinding whiteness that chased the velvet night sky away, along with the half-fallen barn, the crumbling house, the sad little grave markers of Elisha’s long-lost family.  Naya knew nothing beyond the deluge of sensation that poured through her body.  It filled her senses with dazzling brilliance so vivid that it negated all knowledge of herself.
            She came back to the real world, riding the continued pulses of her body’s delight.  Elisha was there, his body joined to hers.  The slap-slap of his groin against her sex and his cock sliding in her tight yet yielding channel maintained the thrum of pleasure.  Little detonations sparked here and there as the vampire worked towards his own release, and Naya seized against him from time to time with renewed climax.  His breath came faster with her every seizure, his groans more numerous with every convulsion that sought to milk his cock of its juices.

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