The Danger of Destiny

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The Danger of Destiny

A Mystwalker Novel, #4

"The Danger of Destiny" is book four of the 'Mystwalker' series. It starts immediately after the previous book. We find Hedi Peacock’s journey from a small-time thief and barista to a powerful woman and mate of Robson Trowbridge, the Alpha wolf of Creemore. I really enjoy Hedi as a character. I love seeing a character grow and mature while still keeping her humor and wit. She has a lot on her plate, with her twin being kidnapped and all and trying to save him, but she can rely on her mate Robson. With twists and turns, romance, funny lines and lots of wit, The Danger of Destiny will keep your interest til the end.

Hedi Peacock--one half Fae, the other were--is really good with multi-tasking. Trying to save her twin brother, and deal with her mate. If she had her way they would spend all their time in the bedroom, but her twin brother getting kidnapped must come first. It's true what they say: A woman's work is never done.

Mystwalker Series:

Book 1- The Trouble with Fate

Book 2- The Thing about Wares

Book 3- The Problem with Promises

Book 4- The Danger of Destiny

Book Blurb for The Danger of Destiny


There are very few days off when you’re on an epic quest. Believe me, I know. I’m Hedi Peacock—one half Fae, the other were—and if being a half-breed with one foot in each world isn’t tough enough to manage, there are the four chambers of my heart to consider. The one who holds the strings? Robson Trowbridge, the Alpha of Creemore. If I had my way, he and I would be locked in a bedroom, for eternity, but a pressing family matter needs my attention. It’s true what they say: A woman’s work is never done.


My twin brother is being held captive by the Old Mage in another realm. Lo and behold, as soon as Trowbridge and I arrive in Merenwyn, we’re separated in spectacular, dramatic fashion—and I’m left to figure out how to maintain the fragile balance between my Fae magic and my wolf’s blood in a realm that cries to both. Not easy, particularly when I'm keeping an iron-grip on my temper so as not to dispatch with extreme prejudice the odd wizard or smart-mouthed mutt servant who crosses my path. My mama never told me there’d be days like these, but I’m not going down without a fight…or my mate.

Night Owl Reviews Oct, 2015 3.50