Archive for August, 2013

Black and whiteSound like something you might like? Well look no further. The paranormal fantasy, Gambler’s Folly, contains all these elements.

Set in the future Gambler’s Folly is a pleasure world. Think Monte Carlo and Vegas mixed with the Swiss Alps and the French Riviera. Anything you want is yours, be it peace and quiet in the mountains, sunning on the beach, or trying to beat the house odds at a game of cards.

Meet Karianna, who’s husband lost her on a bet to the most powerful syndicate boss on the planet.

Meet Damiano, owner of a chain of hotels and gaming houses tied to the syndicate on Gambler’s Folly.

Once married, follow their story into a world of glamour and danger, as Damiano faces the biggest gamble of his life. Can he and his shape-shifting  friends outwit his enemies and save his wife?

Read Gambler’s Folly today!



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Mellie's Books

Being diagnosed with breast cancer is really frightening. The fear can overcome some patients to the point where they just can’t fight. I know. I am a survivor, and I saw people come in for treatments every three weeks. Some had kept their sense of humor, some had fallen into despair.

When I first went in for my chemo, a total stranger came up to me and told me I’d be fine. He put it all down to attitude. Those who stayed positive, fought back and moved forward won the fight. Those who let the disease get them down, depressed, simply didn’t respond.
Another man I met during my recovery was a fellow martial artist, also recovering from cancer. He was researching why black belt level martial artists had a much easier time with their treatment as opposed to untrained patients. He found there was only one area which overlapped…

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mem-gamblersfollyMeleigh’s Creations is the Facebook page dedicated to my writing. I’ve been slowly gaining Likes for the page, but I thought I’d like to try something to help it along.

When I reach 50 Likes/Followers for the page, #50 will receive a free copy of Gambler’s Folly–e-format.  And we’ll do the same thing for #100!


So if you aren’t following Meleigh’s Creations yet, go over and check it out.

You might win a free book!



and thanks!

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Hidden Gems is another branch of FreedomInk. Here authors can pay a small fee for a review and one month’s promotion on the Hidden Gems page. The CEO of FreedomInk–Katandra Jackson– will read your book, review it for you, and your book is featured on the Hidden Gems page.

FreedomInk is a young publishing company in Atlanta Georgia, founded by Katandra Jackson.  Among the books published by FreedomInk are Anybody’s Somebody, by Phoenix and Woman on Fire, by Trinette Collier.

You can go to http://www.freedomink365.com/the_books to see these books and others published by FreedomInk.

Gambler’s Folly is featured this month on Hidden Gems. So go take a look.


Or to buy Gambler’s Folly directly from the publisher, go to:

http://www.bookstrand.com/gamblers-folly. So go check it out.



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Yes! We’ve finally had a sunny day here in Georgia. Of course the ground is still so wet there’s not much I can do in the garden, but it is nice to feel the warmth.

So what has your weekend been like? I’ve spent some time writing, of course. I’ve been getting into a little freelance work.  Here are some links to my latest articles.



If your more in the mood for fiction, try Gambler’s Folly.







Katandra Jackson of freedomink365.com had this to say.

“Awesome read! This book is smoking hot in an unexpected, underworld kinda way. I didn’t have to read several chapters in before I became totally engrossed. The Author’s engaging style captivated me before the 1st paragraph was done. Gambler’s Folly is a page turner, a bestseller, a literary Hidden Gem at its finest! I can’t wait to read the next book by Mellie Miller.”

So check it out at: http://www.bookstrand.com/gamblers-folly

Enjoy the rest of your weekend!


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ss-icebreaker3First I want to say thank you to Simone for letting me share Gambler’s Folly on her site.  I appreciate the helping hand.

And I would like to share Simone’s book, Icebreaker, with you. It is a BDSM, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre



So if this sounds like your kind of book, here’s the blurb!

Sienna Martin has been training as a private investigator and needs a job, so when her friend Elle has a task in the snow fields, all expenses paid by DJ, the resort owner, what’s not to like? Checking out Steve and his new night club might even be fun. Trouble is, she has to pretend to be Elle, and when Connell, the hot resort manager, thinks he knows things about the real Elle that she doesn’t, things rapidly start to go wrong.

Steve and Connell seemed to be working together, or is Connell about to do a double-cross? Attracted to them both, Sienna is torn. A twenty five year old mysterious death ties them and DJ together, but just how? And when a murder attempt brings the real Elle running, and Sienna gets herself tied up in Steve’s basement just about anything might happen…
Story Excerpt

She saw him the moment he came in. Not through the front door as she had expected, but out of the kitchens, planting a kiss on one waitresses cheek and—was he for real?—kissing Amy’s hand. Sienna rolled her eyes. Elle would have loved him. He was wearing an open-necked white shirt that revealed tufts of dark hair and loose baggy trousers that probably cost a fortune. Taking a deep breath, Sienna went up to order another coffee.

As Steve was holding court, no one noticed her for at least a minute. And then it was him who looked up and grinned at her. She couldn’t believe it. He had dimples. Honest to God dimples and eyes to drown in.

“More coffee?” asked Amy.

Sienna nodded, eyes focused on Prescott. She had wanted his attention. Seemed like she now had it but how best to leverage it?

“You’re Steve Prescott,” she said, finally remembering her lines.

“The one and only, around here at least,” he said. “And you are?”

She meant to say Elle O’Grady. But some sixth sense at the last minute stopped her. Maybe it was remembering Connell’s flinch, or just realizing that there was no advantage at this moment to being her friend who moved in dubious circles. “Sienna Martin. I saw your photo somewhere.” She frowned. “Can’t remember where.”

Steve picked up the coffee Amy had poured, and his own, came from behind the counter, and guided her to a table.

“Skied here before?”

“Ah, not exactly.” Sienna smiled the dumbest cutesiest smile she could manage. To her annoyance Steve’s eyes look liked they glazed over. “It wasn’t a photo,” she said suddenly. “I’ve seen you somewhere. A nightclub maybe?”

“Oh really?” He was now looking around and she felt she had about five seconds before she lost him. “Which one?”

Sienna’s mind went blank. She really wouldn’t have made it as an actress. What were those clubs called? “Half Moon,” she blurted out. It had been the only one that had sounded interesting. The others had names like The Flea Pit.

The change was immediate. Steve turned and looked at her, really looked at her, and smiled. He fished a card out of his pocket and handed it to her. “If you get bored come and join us, any night from eight p.m.” Then he kissed her hand and left her shaking. It was only after she had taken several deep breaths that she managed to look at the card. Black with the picture of a woman’s red fishnet-clad leg in a very high silver heel. Written next to it was “High Towers” and a Dinner Plains address. What on earth had she just got herself invited to?

* * * *

It was a beautiful day and, remembering that at the end of her one-week skiing she had been able to mostly stay upright, it made her wish she could afford to ski. Maybe a one-day pass. Right now what Sienna needed to do was find out more about Prescott. The obvious person to try was Connell. Just how to go about it?

She found his office and unlike managers in the city there was no officious secretary barring the door. He was at his desk on the phone and looked harassed.

“No.” Silence followed as, unobserved, Sienna watched him frown and write something. “I can’t do it.” More silence. “Okay, won’t do it. It’s too dangerous. Look, can we talk about this when we meet? There’s a lot at stake.”

Sienna listened with interest. Might be nothing, but then again… Connell’s head suddenly shot up and looked directly at her. His expression suggested it wasn’t “nothing.” In fact rather giddily she wondered if he had been talking about her. He looked guilty! She smiled, a slightly less dumb version of the one she’d used unsuccessfully on Steve. It had better effect, either for the change of man or the modification.

“Yeah, speak to you then.” Connell put the phone down and smiled at her. He looked so guileless she wondered if she had imagined everything else. “Can I help you?”

“I sure hope so,” said Sienna, leaning against the door, trying to channel—was it Marlene Dietrich? Someone like that who had been her birth month’s “Old Flames” calendar picture. Connell laughed, but there was a stilted feel to the sound. “Okay you’d better come in, Ms O’Grady.”

He had remembered. She blushed but was pleased nevertheless, even if wasn’t her right name. Or was it just because he knew something about the real Elle?

“I was hoping you could help me,” she said.

Connell lay back in his chair, expression inscrutable.

“I am doing an article for Cosmopolitan,” Sienna said, noticing a flicker of—disbelief? “On the social scene in the snow fields. You seem to know your way around. I’m after some advice.”

For a moment she thought he was going to throw her out. Then, unexpectedly, Connell burst out laughing. She probably would have known how to deal with the first possibility better. As it was, she stared at him awkwardly.

“Er…did I say something wrong?”

“Ms O’Grady quite the contrary. I thought… Well, never mind. The social scene you say?” Connell’s eyes twinkled. “Just what would you like to know?”

It was tempting just to ask for the low down on Prescott and be done with this whole farce, but she didn’t know what the relationship between the two was, didn’t know why he had laughed, who he had been talking to, what he had been thinking or anything about what was dangerous and at stake. No, she’d have to keep playing this game until the end of the week.


For an Adult Exerpt, or to buy the book, go to:  http://www.bookstrand.com/icebreaker

While you’re at Bookstrand, don’t forget to buy your copy of Gambler’s Folly.


So go check it out! You need something to  read this weekend, right?

Ciao amici miei!

A tardi…

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A Positive Note

CommercialHi everyone!  I just saw a video I had to share with you. It will make you rethink those things you find important. It is called The Seven Wonders of the World.

Let’s start looking for the good things, the beautiful things in life. And let’s share them with others.


Have a wonderful weekend,


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mem-gamblersfollyHere’s a little peek at my novel, Gambler’s Folly. Enjoy!

Trae wasn’t back yet
and it was past time for dinner. Where was he? She slammed the
brush down on the dressing table and dried her eyes, as anger
overcame disappointment.
Wondering what to do, she heard the sound of his key card in the
lock. “Where in the hell…” she began as Trae entered the room,
followed by two well-built men in expensively tailored suits. “Trae,
what’s going on? Who are these guys?”
“Hi, sweetheart. These men are associates of Mr. Leone. They’ve
come to take you to him.”
“Take me to—Mr. Leone? The biggest mob boss on the planet?”
“Um, yeah. I kind of lost a bet. Sorry.”
“You lost a bet? What kind of bet? What have you done, Trae
“Well, you won’t have to worry about the house anymore, or the
car, or really anything. I lost all of it. Then, in order to get out from
under that and a M1,000,000 debt, he insisted I put you on the table,
as it were. Win or lose, one hand, and all my debts were gone. Just if I
lost, he got you. And I lost. Sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry?! You’re more than sorry, Trae. What the hell?”
she shouted, as one of the impeccably dressed men took her arm.
“Come along, Mrs. O’Brien. Mr. Leone is waiting.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you. Get your hands off me!”
As she struggled with one man, the other one found her purse, and
checked for her passport and papers. Speaking into what must have
been a wrist transceiver, man number two said, “We have the lady.
Mr. O’Brien will be right down to sign the papers.”
“Papers? What papers, Trae?”
The older of the two men smiled and said, “The ones signing
away his rights to you, love. Come along.”
“Trae? Trae!”
Downstairs, watching her husband sign away his debts, Karianna
was numb. How could this even be legal? Did it matter when you
were dealing with the mob?
Pushing the signed papers across the table, Trae said, “Well, that’s
that I guess. You’re sure we’re good?”
“Mr. Leone was very clear about it. One hand, win or lose, all
debts forgiven.”
“What about me?” Kari asked, in shock. “What am I supposed to
The man in the shadows was quiet for a moment, and then said,
“Go ahead and take her downstairs, to one of the special guest rooms.
Mr. Leone will see her there and decide what to do with her.”
Entering the elevator, one of her escorts used a pass card to select
a private underground floor. From what she’d heard about the place,
the lower-level suites were exclusive and outrageously expensive.
The suite they opened for her certainly bore that out. Stepping
onto the lush carpet was like stepping onto a cloud. Hidden mood
lighting around the perimeter of the ceiling lit the area evenly, while
the trickling water in a small fountain created a gentle background
sound. Live plants grew under specialized lights and the scent in the
air was soothing.
“Just relax, have a drink if you wish. Mr. Leone will be here
shortly,” one of the men told her. And then they were gone.
Turning back toward the door, Karianna tried the latch, just for the
sake of trying. Locked. For all the creature comforts and beauty in the
room, it was really just a cushy cell. But she didn’t intend to stay here
any longer than she had to. Chances were good that, if she could reach
the elevator, she could get back to the lobby. Usually pass cards were
needed only to enter a floor, not to leave it. Now, what could she use
as a weapon?
As the door opened, she tensed, ready to make her escape.
Unfortunately, Mr. Leone had come prepared. The first bodyguard
easily caught the floor lamp she swung at him and set it on the floor
beside the door.
“Restraints,” she heard someone say. After a struggle with both
bodyguards, Karianna found she was snugly restrained between two
poles, clothes torn and disheveled. While she’d been looking over the
room, she’d thought they were for in-room entertainment. She now
saw they were equipped for hand and ankle restraints. Soft and
cushioned, the restraints were nevertheless effective. Adjustable stops
kept her from sliding the restraints up and down, holding her firmly in
place, exactly as she was.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” she heard the voice say. It was a deep,
dark, sensual voice which made her spine tingle. “We’ll be fine now.”
“Yes, Mr. Leone. Have a pleasant evening,” she heard one of the
bodyguards answer. The door opened, closed, and she was alone with
a man many had reason to fear.


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Black and whiteDon’t forget to check for my articles on Yahoo. My latest article is on weight-bearing exercise. You can go look at it here:


And don’t forget to go and get your copy of Gambler’s Folly!


For now it is available as an e-book only. As soon as it’s in print, I’ll let you know right here.

In the meantime, go over to Yahoo and see what I’m doing there. Here’s the link to some more of my musings.


Ciao for now, amici,

a tardi…


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