
I mentioned last Friday I'd put up the info about my release, Spirit of the Mountain. And thank you Bethany and all for your kind comments yesterday on Elisabeth's post.
The first book of a historical paranormal trilogy set among the Nez Perce Indians will be released Friday, August 13th.
Blurb: Wren, the daughter of a Nimiipuu chief, has been fated to save her people ever since her vision quest. When a warrior from the enemy Blackleg tribe asks for her hand in marriage to bring peace between the tribes, her world is torn apart.
Himiin is the spirit of the mountain, custodian to all creatures including the Nimiipuu. As a white wolf he listens to Wren’s secret fears and loses his heart to the mortal maiden. Respecting her people’s beliefs, he cannot prevent her leaving the mountain with the Blackleg warrior.
When an evil spirit threatens Wren’s life, Himiin must leave the mountain to save her. But to leave the mountain means he’ll turn to smoke…
Excerpt:(I had to rework this from the pdf so it may not be in the right paragraph formation)
Himiin licked his wounds from the black wolf attack. Why did this dark spirit roam his mountain? The encounter meant trouble from the Blacklegs. He sensed it in his quivering muscles. How had the intruder crossed his mountain without him knowing? He would need to be more vigilant to make sure it didn’t happen again.
Thinking of all the places on the mountain the dark spirit could hide, he barely caught the cadence of happy voices mingled with the songs of the birds. Before he could duck for cover, two young Nimiipuu maidens appeared within striking distance.
The shorter one grasped the tall maiden’s arm. “We should back away,” she whispered.
Himiin listened and watched. His body tensed as the taller female shook off her friend’s hand. Thelast time he’d come this close to a mortal…He didn’t want to think about it.
He stared at the maiden,willing her to keep her distance.
The slender young woman stopped and tilted her head this way and that. She stared at him through narrowed eyes. “His fur is whiter than a summer cloud, and his
eyes shimmer bluer than the lake. He reminds me of the spirit—” Her gaze lowered to his leg that oozed blood.
“Look, he is hurt.” The slender maiden walked toward him without fear. She approached, her steps slow, holding her outstretched arm offered palm up in submission. She must be either very brave or halfwitted. For not many—warriors included—would approach a wolf in such a way.
Himiin remained still. His muscles bunched, ready to spring in flight. He couldn’t defend himself. If he killed another…Closing his eyes, he swallowed
the lump of disgust.
“Do not worry. I will not hurt you. I know you are my spirit wolf.” Her gentle sweet voice eased his tension, drawing him back to the moment.
After the encounter with the Blackleg spirit, he was wary of a female walking toward him as if he caused her no threat. She could be the dark spirit in another vessel. He studied her eyes intently. The discernable essence of a spirit or person shone in
their eyes.
Her words registered—my spirit wolf.
How did she know he was a spirit? Unless…
“Wren, you should not be so close.” The plump maiden’s voice shook. She stood her ground a good distance from him, while the maiden called Wren continued talking.
“There, now. Let me see to your wounds. I will not hurt you.” The soft spoken words made him forget his injuries and his past encounter with a mortal. He stared into her caring eyes. Fear was not evident in her gaze, her poise, or her words. Her
melodic voice beckoned his gaze to meet hers and allowed her to take his paw. He’d never connected with a mortal before. Her touch tingled his nerves.
“I do not wish you harm, only to make you better.” Nimble fingers moved the fur and examined the blood-soaked gashes on his leg. Her gentle touch caressed his skin like a warm summer breeze.
The last mortal to touch him…His stomachpitched. Fate could not repeat itself. He trembled and forced his mind to push the past in the far reaches of his memory.