October 27, 2013

A WITTECK'S DREAM by Mireille Chester Blog Tour {Excerpt/Author Interview}

It's been five years since the Chosen One's war and Hayden's pack has been able to enjoy life once again. Of course, things can never stay calm and they soon find themselves caught up in another epic fight and this time it looks like Ternach might hold the key to winning.

Mortal since losing his powers in the battle of Paradin, Ternach decides to take a trip to Sageden in hopes that Hayden can help him get his magic back. Along the way, he meets Sarah; a woman with a secret and an agenda.

It doesn't take long before sparks are flying and Ternach starts to think that maybe being human has it's perks after all.

When he discovers Sarah's secret he needs to make a decision: Does he stay human so he can stay with Sarah, or does he attempt to become immortal again knowing he has what is needed to win...

Here is a great little interview with the author....

1. When did you pick up the pencil or start typing out a story for the first time? 
I remember writing stories in elementary school.  In high school, I used my spares to write in the computer lab.  It's really been an ongoing thing for me.

2.  Besides writing what is your dream job? 
My dream job would be to own a petting zoo. 

3. Who is your most favorite character to have written? 
I'd have to say that right now, my favorite character is Kendall.  Readers meet him in The Chosen One Trilogy as a secondary character.  In A Witteck's Dream, he becomes a major player in how things are going to unfold. I'm really enjoying getting to know him a bit better and fleshing out his past.  I've always known he'd had an eventful life.

4. Are you afraid to kill off a major character in one of your stories? Are you worried about fan retaliation? 
No.  I'm definitely not scared to kill off anybody.  I killed off a few major players in The Chosen One Trilogy.  I did hold off on ending that series how I wanted to, but this time around, I'm just going to let the bodies fall where they may. lol

5. What are you reading at the moment? 
Right now, I'm reading Tiffany King's Jordyn.  As with any of her books, I'm loving it. 


“Is she alright?”  Peter was looking in the same direction.
Ternach shrugged.  “I’m not sure.  I can’t tell you if this happens every time she comes home, or if it’s a new occurrence.  It could have been the fight with that Brent character or the fact that someone left a dead animal in her bed.”  He remembered how she’d shivered against him through the night.  He took a deep breath.  “Bastard,” he muttered under his breath.  He wasn’t entirely sure what the idiot had said to her, but she’d seemed distant for the past day.  Other than the odd glance in his direction she’d barely acknowledged he was there though she hadn’t left his side since they’d found her room covered in blood.  He handed the orb back to Cassandra and stood.
“I have some herbs that might help calm her down if she wants.  If she needs me, we’ll be in our room.”
Ternach nodded and walked off to find Sarah.  “She told you she needed a minute to herself,” he mumbled to himself.  He stopped walking then started again.  He had a bad feeling.
“No!”  Sarah’s voice was filled with fear.  Ternach ran as quietly as he could and hid behind a bush.
Sarah looked in his direction, like she’d felt him grow near.
“Ow, Brent, you’re hurting me.”  Sarah winced as his fingers dug into her arm.  Her heart was pounding.  Brent had always been quiet and gentle.
He jerked then looked at her with the strangest look on his face.  “I’m hurting you, am I?  What are you going to do about it?”
He grunted.  “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about!  Tanner did the same thing!”  He shook his head.  “What?  You’re drunk, Brent.  Go sleep it off.”  He brought his hand up and slapped her in the face.  Sarah’s face exploded with pain as her head snapped back.  “Well, I’m not drunk now, Sarah, so how are you going to explain it to me?”
“Explain what, Brent?”
“Come on, now.  Stop me.”  He spun her around and pressed his dagger to her throat.  “Stop me, Sarah.  I know you have more sense than Tanner.  He thought I’d stop if he didn’t do anything.  You won’t make the same mistake, now, will you?”
“What are you saying?  You’re the one who killed Tanner?”  Tears spilled from her eyes.  “Why?”
“I know what you are, Sarah!  I know what you both were!  But your mate was stupid, wasn’t he.  Even when he was dying he refused to help himself!”  He pulled her head back even farther and Sarah felt the blade bite into her throat.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!  Brent, please!”
“Oh, that’s nice.  I like the sound of that.  Beg some more.  Actually, just agree to my proposal and I’ll let you live.  I don’t mind what you are, Sarah, but I refuse to let anyone else have you.”
“I’m a Namael!  A cheetah!  By the moons, Brent, I don’t understand!”
He pressed his dagger harder against her throat.  “Come on.  Save yourself.  You know you can.”
“Is there a problem here?”
Brent turned quickly and growled.  Sarah’s heart jumped into her throat.
“Move along, man.  This is none of your business.”
“Now that’s where you’re wrong.”  Ternach tried to look calmer than he felt.  All it would take was one quick swipe of the dagger and Sarah would be dead.  He couldn’t help but think about the fact that his magic would be handy right about now.  “Sarah is my business.”  His jaw clenched as he saw her eyes widen, her tears running down her bruised face.
Brent frowned.  “What’s wrong with your eyes?  Are you one of them?”
“One of who?  What’s he talking about, Sarah?”
“I don’t know!”
Truth be told, Ternach didn’t really care what the man was talking about.  Just keep him distracted, he thought to himself.  To Brent he said, “I’m definitely not one of those, but I’ll agree with you, she’s something else isn’t she?”
Sarah’s eyes widened.
“There!  I knew it!”  Brent pushed her away, spinning her around so that she was looking at him.  Ternach was sprinting toward them.  “Now, save yourself, witch.”  Brent wound up and threw his dagger at her then grunted with the impact of Ternach’s body colliding with his.
Ternach straddled the smaller man and punched him until there was no more struggling under him.  “Sarah!”  He turned and scrambled to his feet.  Sarah stared at him with wide eyes, unmoving.  “Are you alright?”  He looked her over, trying to see if the dagger had hit its mark.
“I’m… I’m fine.”
“Where’s his dagger?”
“It… he threw wide.”  She couldn’t stop staring at Brent’s listless form on the ground.  “Did you kill him?”
Ternach frowned and glanced back.  Brent’s chest was still moving as he breathed.  “No.  He’s alive.  By the moons, Sarah, look at me!”  He reached out and took her by the arms.  Her eyes finally met his.  “Are you alright?”
She nodded slowly and suddenly, all of the strength she had left evaporated.  Ternach caught her as her legs gave way.
“Let’s get you to the inn and we’ll figure out what’s wrong,” he said as he cradled her in his arms.  Brent moaned and reached up to touch his swollen face.  His eyes met Ternach’s.
“If you ever come near her again you’ll die.”
Brent’s eyes widened.  “You can’t possibly believe her!  She’s a witch!”
Ternach shook his head.  “I know from personal experience that she’s not a witch and I meant what I said.  Killing you won’t bother me in the least.”  He strode away and hugged Sarah to his chest.  He looked down at her, frowning.
“Let’s get you back to my room.  I’ll go get Cassandra for you.”
“But Cassandra could help…”  He touched her face lightly where it was bruised.
She shook her head.
“What do you need me to do?”
“I…”  Sarah felt as though she was being carried through a haze.  “He did it.”  Tears slid down her face and Ternach pulled her close.  “He killed Tanner.”
“Did he say why?”
She shook her head.  “He kept saying he knew what we were.  He called me a witch.”
“Well, then, the man is obviously losing his mind, no?”  He kissed her forehead.  “I know witches, and you, my girl, are definitely not one.”  He rubbed her back until she started to relax against him.  He managed to open his door and lay her on the bed.
“But you agreed with him.  You said I was something else.”
He chuckled and lay beside her.  “I didn’t agree that you were a witch.”  His gaze softened and he tucked her hair behind her ears.  “I said you were something else and that you are.”
Her heart fluttered in her chest.  “Ternach?”
“Why did you go come find me?”
“I…”  He frowned.  “I’m not sure.  I had a strange feeling.”
“Thank you.”
He chuckled.  “Anytime.”  He lifted her chin and looked at her throat.  “Are you sure you don’t want Cass?”
Her eyes widened.  “No!  I’m fine.  Really.”
“Sarah, are you sure you’re alright?”  Ternach couldn’t get over the scared look in her eyes.  “Are you scared he’ll be back?  He won’t touch you again, I promise.”
She only moved closer to him and buried her face in his chest.  There had only been one man that had been able to make her feel safe until now.  She took a deep breath and felt him tighten his hold on her.  Maybe everything would be alright.  Would Brent try anything else?  Maybe.  Ternach was right, he’d obviously lost his mind.  Who in their right mind would make accusations like that?  Stop thinking about it.

Mireille Chester is a stay at home mom of three children and wife to an amazingly supportive husband. Her time is spent playing with the kids, reading, writing, and watching movies with her hubby.

Since starting her novelling debut, she has had the pleasure of getting lost in several worlds. Quelondain and Dorathan are where she likes to spend her time and she hopes others will enjoy going there as well.


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