I’m still working on Fallen: New York, but since what I’ve been doing is the end part of the book, I don’t really want to share it with you…lol. I thought I’d give you a snippet from a Fantasy/Shifter/Paranormal I was working on before I had to start New York. This one is titled The Unicorn Said Yes, and it features a witch and a unicorn shifter. Yay!

The Unicorn Said Yes copyright c. 2013 Tiffany Aaron

Excerpt-

Ivan raced through the forest, dirt flying from beneath his hooves. What the hell were hunters doing in his woods? No one with blood on his hands or evil in his heart should’ve been able to breach the border, but here they were, chasing him like an animal.

He tossed his head, and beams of moonlight reflected off his horn. Ivan wasn’t an idiot. He knew why they were there, and what they wanted from him, but he wasn’t ready to die or give up his magic to selfish men.

His hooves barely made a dent in the lush undergrowth as he ran for his life. Ivan splashed through the cold stream, hoping it would confuse them, though he knew they were too close behind him to be thrown off for long. Ivan’s heart pounded in his chest with fear.

Being one of the most powerful of the unicorn shifters, it had been centuries since anyone had tried to hunt him, and usually he wouldn’t have been caught off-guard by the humans. Yet his attention was fractured by a call coming from one of the clearings. Ivan knew what drew him there, but again he didn’t understand how it could happen.

The humans’ shouts chased after him, and Ivan dashed on down the trail, trying to go in the opposite direction as the clearing, because he accepted instinctively that his death waited for him there.

Silence hung over the trees, except for the harsh cries of the hunters, and the sound of his breathing rough in his ears. Ivan ducked under a low hanging branch, then planted his feet and turned so quickly, the spear that had been thrown barely grazed his shoulder before piercing the tree that had been in front of him.

They were herding him, and Ivan couldn’t fight against it. He couldn’t use his power when he was in his unicorn form, and they weren’t giving him any chance to shift. It wasn’t easy for him to shed his animal shape. In fact, it was quite painful and drained him of energy for a short time. So he tended only to do it when absolutely necessary.

As he crashed closer and closer to the clearing, the geas tempting him grew stronger, and Ivan understood that he wouldn’t be able to fight it for much longer. If only his fellow herd members were there, but they’d taken the colts and fillies to the beach to play for a few days, leaving him to guard their home.

Ivan should’ve known some terrible fate was upon him when he woke that morning to a brilliant red sunrise. When the sky looks like blood, one had to be careful about what was to come the rest of the day.