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Wind Warrior ~ The Iroquois Series ~ Book One Excerpt & Reviews

Leslie Michaels is a visionary, and only those close to her know of her special gift and the visions that come when her mind and body surrender to sleep. Fate has a way of righting many wrongs, and for Leslie it is a destiny that changes her life dramatically. But not before she is forced to flee into the wilderness to escape a murderous trapper bent on claiming her for his very own. Faith and a strong will to survive are her only companions, until she encounters Winnokin, the handsome Seneca war chief who first came to her in her dreams. Not only does he prove to be her rescuer and protector, he teaches her that tragedy can breed happiness and the passion to live and love deeply once again. Wind Warrior plunges readers into the intimate depths of a relationship that unfolds like a live drama before their eyes while painting an insightful and intriguing portrait of Native Indian life in the 1800s. It is a story of longing, of a wanton need to survive all odds, and a love so strong it conquers human evil. Wind Warrior expresses with cunning words the simple, raw human emotions that hold readers spellbound and captivates their hearts.


Wendy Hines, The Minding Spot writes Wind Warrior is a fantastic Indian Romance. Leslie is a compelling character that deserves a happy ending, after so much tragedy in her life. Winnokin shows the true Indian spirit and loves his white woman completely. Learning about Indian life is compelling and page-turning, and the interaction between Leslie and Winnokin is passionate and sizzling hot. Ms. Roberts is a wonderful storyteller and I look forward to more of her work.

Linda on GoodReads ***** All I can say is WOW!! I purchased this book directly from the publisher, and I have to say that I am so glad that I did. I have a great love for historical romance books and a great love for the Native Americans. I have worked with the Natives, and know them to be wonderful loving giving people and to read Cynthia’s Wind Warrior and to have her write such honest and factual truth about how the Natives live and how they treat one another was wonderful. I love Leslie so much as I felt that I became part of her. The feelings and emotions and such wonderful messages the author has given us. A very spiritual and giving book. I look forward to reading all the books in this series. Thank you Cynthia!!!

Fragments Of Life Blog Cynthia Roberts writes incredibly with attention to detail. Her lines were pulsing with so much life. It wasn’t plain. Expressive and poetic at times while still grasping that aged style that exists in historical fiction and her lines create such vivid imagery that injects life into the story. The characters mirrored the time and the culture well. The plot was colored with a wide range of emotions that were startlingly savage and violent at times and burning and passionate at others. I found myself unable to put it down.

Romance Junkies Reviewer: Lydia Ferrari Wind Warrior is an excellent descriptive tale that takes the readers through many of the difficulties the pioneers had to endure, as well as an intimate look into the tribal daily life of the Seneca Iroquois Indians. If you love vivid descriptions about the lives of the Native American Indians and their attuned sense of peace with the natural environment, this novel is for you. I have become a lifelong fan of Cynthia Roberts and I am eagerly looking forward to her next installment in this Iroquois series. Lost For Words Reviewer, Corrine Leegstra ~ 4.5 stars This was an engaging and fast paced book. I found myself immersed in the world almost immediately, and was drawn into the lives of the characters. I think that Roberts has a real talent, and I can't wait to read the next installment in the series. The characters were well done, and they were very personable. The explicit scenes were dealt with tastefully and weren't overpowering. I enjoyed the chemistry between Leslie/White Dove and Winnokin. I found that they played off of one another well, and I couldn't help but want things to work out for the two of them. Leslie has had a lot of hardship in her young life, and she deserved a chance at being happy. Both she and Winnokin are spiritual people, and it was interesting to see the different belief systems. The words seemed to flow off the page quite fluently, and I loved the descriptions in this book. Everything seemed to mesh coherently, and the plot never dragged. I enjoyed the suspense and mystery and found that it added another dimension to the book. All in all, I'd say that this book definitely deserves to be read. You'll be transported back in time, and will become invested in the outcome for all involved. It is an easy, engaging, and descriptive book depicting life set in the 1800's. Roberts is definitely one to watch. Mareena McGirr ~ Emeraldfire's Bookmark Blog

I enjoyed this story immensely and give it an A+! Click HERE to view entire review.

Life In Fiction ~ DJ Wind Warrior is a culturally rich story about love and loss. Cynthia Roberts’ writing is descriptive, but not overly so. Through her words, she has created detailed and lively scenes, characters, and settings. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. I applaud Cynthia Roberts’ ability to have created such a vivid set of characters and a beautiful story.

Jun 01, 2010 Griff rated it: Read in July, 2010 I loved, loved, LOVED this story. I could not stop reading it, there was no point to stop or take a break....I had to find out what would happen. A very emotional read~ my heart broke, was mended, soared, and then broke again...a fabulous cycle that makes this a new, but classic, love story. Amazing.

Jan Foy said: August 17, 2010 Cynthia, I finished your book and all I can say is, "wow". I couldn't put it down. I finished it up at the mountain cabin curled up by the fire drinking chai tea. I was in heaven reading every line. Your words jumped off the pages and placed me right in the midst of the story. Every character was magic as you so beautifully described them. When is your next book coming out?

Excerpt – Chapter One


eslie Michaels detected the immediate transformation in the stranger’s eyes after she

reached out and stroked the tips of her fingers slowly along the strong, angular curves of his chin and jaw. She looked for a change, some kind of reaction that told her he found her to be too bold or forward. However, his calm reserve gave away no emotion at all. She was pleased that he did not draw away from her touch or display any signs of displeasure. More than anything, she wanted to know what was going on in his mind. Did he find her attractive? Would he want to know her more intimately? She could not believe that those thoughts were even running through her mind. By God, she thought, I’m thinking just like one of those dance hall girls always standing outside the saloon at the settlement. She certainly was not the kind of woman to just throw herself at a man. She was generally shy and reserved, and it normally took a while before she warmed up to someone, especially a man like the one right there in front of her. And to think, she sighed, that his lips may just taste sweeter than sugar. She could feel her cheeks flush and patted them with her palms. This man certainly made her feel brazen. She wondered if he found her touch as pleasing as it was for her. When the moments passed with words unspoken between them, Leslie was afraid she truly overstepped her bounds. There must be someone else in his life, a wife or betrothed, she thought. She searched his eyes to see if disinterest reflected in their depths, but he was too difficult to read. Leslie leaned back slightly and pondered if his lack of response was more out of duty or respect and not wanting to offend her. I am such a––a fool––a stupid, crazy ninny, she chastised silently and lowered her head to hide her embarrassment. Just because I am drawn to him like a bee to honey does not mean he feels the same about me, she argued with herself. After all, we are from different cultures. Those in my world would never approve of such a union. Leslie’s heart began to pound rapidly in her chest when he moved slightly and reached out for her. She gasped faintly when he tenderly clasped her chin to raise it and gazed into her eyes. A lump caught in her throat, and she knew she could not swallow even if she tried. Joy filled her heart when she watched as his beautiful, full lips began to slowly curve into a smile. The pleasure she felt overwhelmed her and she pressed her fingers to her lips and sighed softly. She did not know his name, where he came from, or what kind of person he was. What she did know was that she felt no fear, no apprehension, in his presence. She did not hold back and drew herself up from her squatting position to kneel before him.

His beautiful, amber eyes were captivating, and Leslie knew at that very moment that she could get lost in their depths for an eternity. She wanted nothing else. He clasped a hold of her tiny wrists and placed her right hand upon his shoulder. She reacted instantly and did not hold back. She needed, wanted, to touch more of him and slowly ran the flat of her palm down the length of his naked chest, feeling the strength of hard muscle beneath his light copper skin. It amazed her how such a masculine man could feel as soft as a rabbit’s pelt. Her eyes drifted again to the fullness of his lips, and she craved to have her own held captive by them. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and even though he was Indian, it did not sway her from wanting to share something more with him. The comfort and safety she felt was far from odd, even knowing it would prove disturbing to others. Leslie dismissed all doubt and worry from her mind. She never was a person to be affected by what others thought. And she was not about to start now. If he was an admirable man with a kind and compassionate heart, that was all she needed to know. She felt an immediate connection and shivered slightly when he reached forward to tenderly move a tendril of her hair away from her face. It seemed natural and right to rest her cheek against the palm of his hand. His thumb glided softly against her skin, and she shivered slightly as she tilted her body to nuzzle the side of her face against the warmth of his touch. He reached his other hand to cup her face and draw her nearer. Leslie could feel his breath caressing her skin, and she knew he was going to kiss her. “Come. Let us ride the wind together,” he whispered softly in her ear. Slowly his lips brushed across her cheek, barely touching skin, causing her body to tremble in response. This was the moment she hoped for, and she leaned her body closer and raised her chin to meet the pressure of his lips. His powerful arms were tender as they softly folded about her until their bodies were pressed together in a heated embrace. The loud, shrilling chatter of gray squirrels playing outside her bedroom loft window jolted Leslie from her sleep as though cold water had just been thrown upon her face, and she bolted upright, into a sitting position. “No!” she cried softly. She realized it was just a dream as she ran her palm softly across the spot where she could swear she still felt the warmth of the stranger’s touch. Her eyes scanned every corner of her room, and her heart sank from the disappointing realization that she did indeed dream of the beautiful stranger once again. She turned and watched the humorous antics that continued outside her window. Shoo––shoo, you two,” she scolded. “Did you have to choose this very moment to wake me?” she continued as she shook her head and stretched her limbs like a contented feline. For a moment she played back the memory of the dream that had haunted her over and over again for the past two months. When is this going to end? She wondered. What does it all mean?

It was not just this particular incident that bewildered her. For as long as she could remember, Leslie had always been taunted by such riddles. Early in her childhood, she had learned not to question her special ability to see what would happen in the very near future through her dreams. She never feared them, because they were so very much a part of her life, and she naturally assumed every one had the same experiences in their life. That is, until she was old enough to speak and express what she saw with her parents. Leslie was nearly seven when she finally began to understand what was happening to her, what she was born with. Her mother, Olivia, had sat her down and carefully told her of the special gift they both shared. It was a guarded secret that had been passed down for five generations by the feminine line on her mother’s side. Still, the dream she had just experienced was so different and more personal than any she had before. This dream involved her emotions. She knew this particular stranger would play a major role in her future. She just did not know what, or when, or where. Each time he entered her sleep, it became more real, and her attraction for him grew stronger. She was becoming drawn to his long, dark hair and a physique, which looked as though it had been chiseled from stone. He was a mystery for now, and she was certain it was one that would be solved sooner rather than later.

Wind Warrior Reviews & Excerpt  

A story of longing, of a wanton need to survive and a love so strong, it conquers human evil.