It's here! Mistral Dawn's third novel in her series. Intrigue In The Summer Court is live.! Get yours today!
From Mistral:
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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Description:
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! :)
Book 1: Taken By The
Huntsman:
http://www.amazon.com/Taken-The-Huntsman-Mistral-Dawn-ebook/dp/B00NGANG5C/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_img_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=1S7KHWPRMFQ78EMFART7
Book 2: Bound By The
Summer Prince: http://www.amazon.com/Bound-By-The-Summer-Prince-ebook/dp/B00U1QFOWC/ref=pd_sim_351_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=0M40B3FYRQGG4BBKVC8P
Want a sneak peek
of Intrigue In The Summer Court? Here you go! :-)
Chapter One
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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