Mellie's Books

The little boy who must be First Lord…

When Viviane’s brother,  Carl, was cast out for treason against the clans, her nephew, Connell, was chosen to be the new clan heir. But at ten years old, he doesn’t see the need for all these abilities he must learn to control.

And Viviane still hasn’t managed a firm hold on her Talents.

Follow their stories in Talents, Book 4 from Esperance.

Coming soon!

Here’s a little excerpt!

“Who are you talking to, Connell?” his friends asked.

“Little Nell. Why?”

“Nell? Little Nell? Why are you talking to her?” Bobby asked with a sneer.

“Because she is a friend of mine, just like you are. And I’ll talk to whomever I like.”

“How can she be a friend? She’s too little, and she’s a girl.”

“If you can’t accept my friends, then maybe you should go elsewhere,” Connell stated.

“Connell, don’t let me get you in trouble with your friends. It’s all right,” Nell told him, her face bright red in embarrassment and on the verge of tears.

“You’re not getting anyone in trouble, Nell. I don’t answer to anyone except my parents and the first lord about who I can have as friends. And they all like you and your family. If our families are friends, then we can be friends, too.”

“Are you coming with us or what?” Bobby asked.

“It’s almost time for lunch. I should head over to the family pavilion. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Bobby was still muttering as the group of boys went back to the Gather.

“Look, Nellie, I’m sorry. They had no right to say anything. You’ve always been my friend and you always will be. Besides, none of them made me a bookmark.”

This time the blush was different and there was a smile on her face.

“It was just a little bookmark,” she said.

“Well, it is special to me.”

When he arrived at the family pavilion—a few minutes late of course—his mother began to scold him, but his grandfather interrupted.

“Just a minute, Alice. I sense things are not quite what you’re making of them. Connell, what kept you?” Grandfather asked.

With a deep sigh, he explained about the other boys and Nell.

“I mean, she was really upset because of what they said. I wanted her to understand she was still my friend. She was about to cry!” he stated firmly, daring anyone to disagree.

“Is she all right now?” Grandfather asked quietly.

“She was when I left, but it made me a little late. I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re here now, and you did the right thing, grandson,” the older man said. “I should hope you would stay friends with Nell. She seems a very sweet and talented young lady.”