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Author: Mireille Chester

Title: Crossover (The Chosen One Trilogy: book one)

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Publication Date: June 8, 2015

Short Synopsis

Hayden Carlson’s boring life suddenly becomes exciting when she discovers a
world she never knew existed, true love, and being at the center of a battle
between good and evil.


Twenty-three-year-old Hayden Carlson never led an exciting life, but that was
how she preferred it. She never expected that an innocent trail ride in the
woods would change her life forever.

Suddenly Hayden is pulled into a world she never knew existed and discovers a
future awaits her there she isn’t prepared to accept…until she meets the
mysterious Jasper. Drawn to his quiet, conflicted spirit and entranced by his
blue eyes, Hayden finds herself experiencing feelings she has never felt before
and wondering where all this might lead.

Hayden’s presence in Quelondain creates tension. Amidst constant danger, she
finds true love and through it all determines where she will take her stand in
the conflict her arrival ignites between good and evil. If you love fantasy,
action, and romance, Crossover-Book One in a debut Fantasy Romance trilogy by
Mireille Chester-is for you.

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It’s hard to believe that at one point
life had seemed dull, boring, average and uneventful. That was the way I liked
it. My life was routine–one day at a time with no extra fuss. Everything I did
was so uneventful that, for the most part, I didn’t even dream, or at least I
didn’t have any dreams that I could remember. My days followed a simple rhythm.
I got up every Monday morning, took a shower, ate breakfast, and headed to
school. There, I sat and suffered for eight hours.

I was in my first year of classes for veterinary medicine. Now, don’t get me
wrong, I loved my coursework. The reason I felt like I was suffering was
because those eight hours stood between me and Dodge.

Dodge was my thirteenth birthday present. He’d been a goofy looking weanling with
long legs and soft eyes. He’d stood looking up at me from his stall with a big
green bow tied around his neck. He was perfect. You see, I’d been riding since
I was eight and begging for a horse since I could talk. Before he’d given me my
horse, my dad had told me I had to prove to him that I was going to stick with
it. That hadn’t been hard to do. I can’t begin to count the arguments we’ve had
about the fact that I spend most of my free time with Dodge. Dodge is now ten
and I’m twenty-three. He has grown into a beautiful, muscular horse and I’m,
well, I’m happy with life as it is. Just me and Dodge.

It’s not that I’m not interested in men. I’ve had one fairly serious
relationship that lasted a year and a half. At least I thought it was serious.
When I think back on it now, it’s hard to believe I’d thought he was the most
amazing guy. Well, he was, until I loaned him my truck for a weekend and found
a very nice pair of lacy underwear that didn’t belong to me under the seat the
next day. They say Canadians are sweet, polite, and will forgive anything and
everything. Yeah. Apparently, I didn’t get the memo. I’ve had a few other
boyfriends, but most of them didn’t understand why I’d rather go to the barn on
a Friday night instead of going to the bar. The thought of going out and being
paraded around just isn’t my thing, and I’ll admit that some of it probably has
to do with my personal image of myself. I don’t put myself in the “beautiful
people” category.

My slightly wavy dark brown hair that falls to the middle of my back is never
done. I prefer ponytails and baseball hats. I also don’t have the greatest
body. At five-foot-four, I’m kind of thin and seriously lacking curves. Of
course, I don’t really dress to flatter, either. My wardrobe consists of
Wranglers, t- shirts, and tank tops, though I do own one dress. My dad made me
buy it for my cousin’s wedding when I was seventeen. It’s been worn as little
as possible since then. I think my best feature is my eyes. They’re a deep
green with gold and grey specs and long eyelashes. No mascara for me. Well, no
makeup, period. I always end up smearing it because I forget I’m wearing

You’re probably getting tired of hearing about me, but I need you to understand
one thing before I get on with this story. I’ve always been a loner, that
person who is never comfortable around people. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like
most people, but I’ve always felt like I didn’t belong. You know, like there
was something very important missing.

Then one day everything changed. It was a Friday…

Author Bio

Mireille Chester is a fantasy author who likes to spend time in made up worlds
filled with magic. She is a firm believer that no hero is perfect and that all
villains are burdened with a tiny shred of humanity. Born in Ottawa, Ontario,
Mireille now resides in the beautiful prairies of Saskatchewan. Wife and
mother, she spends most of her time with her three children and husband. When
she is not writing stories or grooming dogs, you can find her on the lake
fishing with her family.






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