Please welcome... a NEW RELEASE!
I am insanely excited to share the release of The Wind Whisperer, and as a beta reader of Anaii's story last year, I'm a raving fan.
Krista Holle has a gift for tension and world-building. I squirmed, immersed in the Scottish culture for The Lure of Shapinsay and The Wind Whisperer is even better.
I love the world-building. The story takes place in an Indian community of maybe a century or two ago. I love the sand and grass beneath bare feet, the leadership meetings in smoke-filled hut, the familiarity Anaii has with Elan. Trouble simmers just out of reach. The world feels real... long after the book is finished. (More please, Krista!)
Love triangle? By mid-book, I was completely torn. Jayttin is beyond perfect... like Romeo & Juliet perfect. He's from the other tribe, an incredible leader with huge heart. I agreed with Anaii and her attraction to him. The tension builds when Anaii begins to see her long-time friend, Elan, with new perspective. Suddenly, the guy who has always been there... is the best thing that's ever happened to her. I don't know when I have wanted both guys to win so badly!!
Anaii is incredible: part spoiled brat, part super-hero and part prisoner. She can speak the language of the wind. I love the way she holds conversations with the wind, sometimes at the same time she's talking with people. The village leaders keep a tight reign on her, having become dependent on her ability. They honor her, but they also want to control her and when they choose a husband for her, all Anaii's pent up frustrations break loose.
Anyone who enjoys historical fantasy MUST read this book. Anyone who likes love triangles will find a new standard - and don't spoil it by reading someone's spoiler-y review!!! Argh! The tension Holle creates is exquisite - it must experienced without knowing what Anaii will do!! Anyone who enjoys an action-filled love story should also read this book. Anyone fascinated by the wind? Yep. Read it!!
The Wind Whispererby Krista Holle
YA Paranormal Romance
302 Pages
Sweet River Romance
At fifteen, Anaii is the most important member of her tribe—and the most mysterious. Ever since Anaii can remember, the spirits of the wind have whispered of fertile hunting grounds and imminent enemy attacks. But when her people are ambushed by a brother clan without any apparent cause, the spirits remain eerily silent.
As the village prepares to retaliate, Anaii is pressured by her best friend, Elan, to marry him. It’s an old plea—Elan has spent a lifetime loving her, but Anaii only sees a childhood playmate out of an imposing warrior. Stifled by Elan’s insistence, Anaii escapes into the forest where she meets Jayttin, the beautiful son of the enemy chief.
Enamored by Jayttin’s carefree spirit and hope for peace, she repeatedly sneaks away to be with him, but when her deception is discovered, Elan is devastated. Pledging his lifelong affection, Elan gives her a passionate kiss, and Anaii begins to see her friend in a new light.
While Anaii is tormented over which man she must choose, the wind whispers of a new threat that could destroy both tribes. Only a union will afford a chance at survival, but the reality of that union is based on one thing—which man Anaii chooses to die.
Excerpt:
I looked around cautiously before freezing at the sketchy outline of a muscular man
partially hidden in the grass. A man! He was sprawled
on his back and golden pink from too many hours in the sun. My heart
pounded to see the unfamiliar pattern of a deer on his breechcloth. I had
marched myself directly into the reach of a Zennite warrior!
I gingerly took a step backwards, but to my horror, the
man’s black eyes fluttered open. I turned and hurled myself back across
the meadow, just as the man shot up and flew after me like a predatory
bird. My muscles burned and strained to lengthen the space between us,
but getting away was hopeless. I was not a challenge to even the young
boys in the foot races.
After a few powerful strides, the warrior tackled me to the
ground, painfully grazing the skin on my cheek. I wheezed a few times
before my lungs filled with air.
“A Chippoke?” he asked between breaths.
I feverishly punched and kicked to free myself.
“Get—off—me!”
“Stop! I’m not going to hurt you,” the warrior chuckled as
he struggled to pin my arms and legs. His voice was calm and pleasant,
but lying was no different than breathing to a Zennite.
“I cannot promise the same,” I wheezed as I fought.
“You’re a bobcat,” he said with a laugh. “A bobcat
with no teeth or claws.”
“Let me go!”
“I will when you’re calm.”
Strong hands held my wrists while his full weight pinned my
torso against the earth. Fighting him was as useless as running.
“You are not a boy,” I spat angrily, fully taking in my attacker. It was
little comfort that he didn’t look like a bloodthirsty
killer. He was admittedly handsome with an angular face and sleek
black hair that hung well past his shoulders. He was not as
tall as Elan, but his muscles were narrow and built for speed. There was
something different about his eyes too. They were as black as soot—very
unlike the brown woodsy colors from our tribe.
The warrior smirked down at me. “My mother will be
very surprised to hear that. All this time she’s assumed…”
My face heated, but I fiercely met his gaze. The
Zenni were like wild dogs and pumas—they could smell emotions. “What I meant
was, you are a man, not a boy.”
“Oh, I see, but you must understand, I’m not a man
yet.”
“You must understand I’m a squirrel! Get off!
You’re hurting me!” I ordered with a useless heave.
“No,” he said with a smirk.
It was then I realized I might die—right after I was
lulled into a false sense of security. My chest pounded as I searched for
the killer’s weapon. “Are you going to kill me?”
“I do not feel like killing you just yet,” he said
as his long hair swirled in my face. Were we to play a
game before he killed me?
“I am glad the mood doesn’t strike you,” I snarled.
The warrior studied me with a drawn brow. Was he guessing that I was the
forest witch? I didn’t think I looked like a witch, but I wasn’t certain
what one should look like—evil at least.
“I don’t understand something,” the warrior said.
“Your eyes are blue—the blue of an angry sky. Are you the daughter of a
god?”
“Yes,” I said, heaving against his weight again. “Now
get off me, or my father Achak will strike you dead with lightening.”
Krista Holle is an award winning author who stepped up her
writing after reading Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight
series. It occurred to Krista that there
is an insatiable audience of women and girls who want to read books filled with
stories about true love—not just vampires.
When Krista is not writing, she loves to collect seashells, watch
movies, and eat obscene amounts of pizza.
Krista currently resides in Montpelier, Virginia with her husband, four
daughters and an eccentric cat with a weird attachment to the family’s
socks.
Giveaway:
paperback giveaway with maybe some Native American beaded bracelet
