Title: Children Of the Mist (Vol 2 of the Destiny Trilogy, but each book is a ‘Stand Alone’)
Author: Hywela Lyn
Genre: SF/FANTASY ROMANCE
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Long ago Tamarith fell in love with a man she can never have, and is convinced she will never love another. However, she cannot help but be intrigued by a handsome stranger whose psychic powers exceed even her own.
Vidarh seeks only to find his true purpose in life and to win the regard of his father, who eschews his son’s psychic abilities. Thrown together by a common threat to their planet, then torn apart by an evil greater than any they could have imagined, can Vidarh save the lovely Nifl woman who has captivated him, before it is too late?
Will Tamarith and Vidarh overcome the deadly enemy who threatens to destroy all they know and love? Will they find the happiness they both seek? Or are they fated to live their lives alone?
Enter to win a $5 WRP (Publisher) Gift Card. All you have to do is comment at the bottom of the post with your name and email.
Hywela Lyn will pick a winner on July 18th.
As soon as the meal was finished and the guests left the table, Vidarh spotted Tamarith making her way toward him, with an air of purpose in her stride. This morning she wore a long, elegant crimson gown, a narrow black girdle encircling her tiny waist, with sandals on her feet.
Her hair hung loose, rippling around her ankles. She was unlike any woman he had known—and it wasn’t only her beauty that intrigued him. She had a remoteness about her too, despite her pleasant manner, and he had a feeling there was something she was hiding. Something he sensed she felt strongly enough about to deliberately keep shielded, even though it was inherent in their very natures that no telepath on Niflheim would ever pry, unbidden, into the mind of another.
Good morning, Vidarh, it looks as if we’re going to have beautiful day.
It certainly does. Given the curious look in her eye, Vidarh was sure Tamarith wanted more from him than small talk.
I would like to talk to you before Gullin calls us all together, if you can spare a few minutes.
Of course, Vidarh agreed as he followed her outside and walked with her along the mosaic path beside the banks of flowers that edged the lake.
Tamarith stopped and gazed for a moment across the water. The G-type sun, now fully risen, caused the lake to shimmer like a veil of golden silk, with scarcely a ripple disturbing its calm. The pastel-colored walls of the graceful buildings on the shore reflected the glow of both suns. In the distance, the mountains encircling the settlement reached high into the cerulean sky. The swirling mist that hid their summits was as much a part of Niflheim as the earth upon which she and Vidarh stood.
She sensed his mind discreetly touch hers and realized he was staring at her keenly. She turned back to face him, returning his questioning glance and studying him in turn.
Taller than average, and broad-shouldered, today he wore a sleeveless, belted leather shirt over thick breeches, with long, icecat-wool lined boots. His upper arms were well muscled, his skin tanned as if he were used to working outdoors. His curly, dark auburn hair, kept away from his face with a plain leather band, reached almost to his shoulders. It caught the sun’s rays and gleamed like the polished dark red wood of the trees that flanked the feet of the mountains. She took in his clear, hazel eyes, with their friendly twinkle, the long, straight nose, strong jaw line and smiling mouth. He would have been fighting off the local unattached young women if the situation they found themselves in were not so serious.
Not that she was particularly interested in his looks, or those of any other man, for that matter. No, something else about Vidarh of Ragnak excited her curiosity.
It’s about yesterday…
The Wild Rose Press
Hywela Lyn lives in a small village in England, with her long suffering husband Dave, although her heart remains in her native rural Wales, which inspired so much of her writing.
Although most her writing tends to be futuristic, the worlds she creates are usually untainted by crowded cities and technology, embracing the beauty and wildness of nature. Her characters often have to fight the elements and the terrain itself. Her heroes are strong and courageous, but chivalrous and honourable – and of course, handsome and hunky. Her heroines are also strong and courageous, but retain their femininity and charm. However difficult the journey, love will always win in the end.
She is a member of The Romantic Novelists’ Association (UK) and Chiltern Writers, her local writing group.
A keen animal lover, she has two horses, a ‘feral’ stable cat, and a rescued terrier, who manages to twist her round his little paw. When she is not writing, she can usually be found enjoying the outdoors with the horses and dog – or just eating chocolate!
Social Media Links:
Newsletter signup: http://madmimi.com/signups/196357/join