Well, over here in the UK it’s well past midnight and time for bed!  I’d like to thank the Coffree Time Romance ladies for having me here, and to everyone who was kind enough to comment on my posts.

I didn’t link the vide properly in my previous post, so I’ll embed it here instead.

You can find out more about my books and also download a FREE fantasy short story at my Author Page at The Wild Rose Press

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/hywela-lyn-m-138.html?zenid=e75507a082a35c8e75de7c12fa9963d4

And to finish off, another short excerpt.  Let’s get away from the chilly snow for a moment – here the atmosphere is warming up a little.  My heroine’s heart my just be about to thaw”

EXCERPT FROM CHILDREN OF THE MIST

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.