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How is everyone this week? It has been a long week here, with several medical appointments and various other activities. So my writing is a little behind, as is my laundry.

Do you have a Goodreads account? I am just starting to get Goodreads figured out. I know. I’m slow. But there is a lot of good information on there, and it’s a great place to find new authors and books, or support your favorite authors.

But I wanted to share the new reviews for Jareth, First Lord and for Master of the Fleet which are up on Goodreads!

Five stars each! I am a happy writer!

So if you’re looking for something to read this weekend, go on over to Mellie Miller on Amazon, (for Jareth), Sultonna Nadine (For Master of the Fleet), or Smashwords and check them out!

You can find me on Goodreads by clicking the link.

Wishing you a wonderfully relaxing weekend!

And Don’t Forget–

–to Sare the Romance...

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Yes! I have a couple new reviews up on Goodreads. One is for Master of the Fleet. The other is for Jareth, First Lord.

To see what people are saying, check out the links below!

MASTER OF THE FLEEThttps://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3761328830?book_show_action=false

JARETH, FIRST LORD-https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3758746677?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1

Both available at Amazon!

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I don’t know about anyone else, but I have never been quite so tired of an election. The phone calls–both landline and mobile, the text messages, the voice messages, the emails…

When will it end?

If you need an escape–and I sure do at the moment–why not escape to one of my worlds? I promise, not one mention of elections on any of them.

Esperance: https://amazon.com/dp/B074CF2323

Gambler’s Folly: https://amazon.com/gp/product/B07XM3VRXK

Cote d’Or: https://amazon.com/Master-Fleet-Sultonna-Nadine-ebook/dp/B07CQTTHV2/ #paranormal #romance #Magic

Come to Esperance for a slower pace of life, among people with unusual abilites.

Love the night life? Check out Gambler’s Folly and its crazy bunch of shifters, who do their best to keep the world safe from contraband.

Or if you love magic, come to the Cote d’Or, where magic is simply a part of everyday life.

Whichever world you choose, it will definitely give you a break from all the chaos here on Earth.

Have a wonderful week!

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We’ve finally left 2020 behind us. Let’s hope 2021 gives us a better run.

From all the folks on Gambler’s Folly, Esperance, and the Cote d’Or

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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All of us from Esperance–Jareth, and Viviane, James and Morgan, and all the folks you have yet to meet-; from Gambler’s Folly— Damiano and Karianna, Dante and Angela, Dmitri and Danni, and all their friends; and Lord Sir Richard and Anne-Marie from Cote d’Or–wish you a very Happy Holiday.

Stay safe. Stay warm. Stay healthy.

And Don’t Forget–

to Share the Romance…

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Or so they say. At any rate, who’s looking for something to read this winter? Something that won’t break the bank?

Between now and New Years Day, all my books will be on sale at Smashwords!

That’s right! ALL ON SALE!

For the next two weeks, the first two books in each series will be FREE!

The third book in each series will be $0.99, as will Master of the Fleet.

So if you’re looking for reading material in the paranormal fantasy romance area, go check it out.

Gambler’s Folly–Gambler’s Folly, Dante’s Angel, and The Russian

Esperance–Jareth–First Lord, Viviane–First Lady, and Morgan, the Pixie and the Green Man

Master of the Fleet–a stand alone from Sultonna Nadine

Happy reading!

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Here it is, scarcely a week away.

Are you ready?

Got your shopping done?

For any of your book lover friends, those who love romance and a bit of the paranormal, consider one of my Gambler’s Folly or Esperance Series books.

For a little more magic, choose Master of the Fleet, from Sultonna Nadine!

And watch this spot for specials coming up beginning on Friday, December 18.

Already have the books?

Check out the merch at TeeSpring! Mugs, totes, T-shirts and more!

Wishing you a wonderful rest of the week! Talk to you Friday!

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In some ways, this year has gone by very slowly. In others, it has rushed by. I’m not sure I was ready for it to be December yet.

How about you?

Anyway, with the holidays right around the corner, let’s look at some excerpts from Gambler’s Folly! To begin with, let’s take a peek at the first book in the series, which gave its name to the series.

GAMBLER’S FOLLY is the first in a three book series—more to come in a while. Below is an excerpt from Chapter 1.

You can find Gambler’s Folly and the rest of the series at Amazon or at Smashwords.

And if you like merch associated with your books, check out my storefront on TeeSpring for totes, mugs, T-shirts and other items from the series and the books!

And for this weekend, the first Gambler’s Folly book will be on sale for $0.99–today through Monday morning!

Excerpt:

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 O’Brien?”

“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 communicator, 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 do?”

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.”

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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Yes, it is that time of year again, though it hardly seems possible. So to all my American friends out there, I wish you a very happy and peaceful Thanksgiving.

Looking for something to read over the weekend? Go to my Smashwords profile page and look for the sale! All my books are on sale, and three are FREE!

Wishing you all a most peaceful and restful day.

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Have you read the story of Morgan, from the Esperance Series?

I wrote her into a small part in the very first book of the series, Jareth, First Lord. Later, I got to thinking about her and my mind started wandering. And while it wandered, I came up with her story, which I decided to share with my readers.

Morgan was originally from Clan Belfort, but volunteered to come to Brannach as part of the The Choosing in the first book. In trying to escape the abuse in one clan, she was sexually assaulted not long after she relocated to her new clan.

Since that time, she has been off men. Every man she’s ever known has hurt her in one way or another and she’s having no more of it.

But what about James?

James Ferguson was one of the men who came to her rescue when she was assaulted. Even though she was battered, bruised and covered in dirt, it was love at first sight. But he’s been biding his time since the trial to give her a little breathing room before he asks her out.

But she always has an excuse as to why she can’t come out with him. Not even for a cup of tea across the street at lunchtime.

How about an excerpt?

MORGAN–The Pixie and the Green Man

“Could I coax you out of here for lunch today?” he asked. How could his eyes have so much sparkle? And that smile was so warm and inviting.

“I don’t know, James. I’m not particularly social. Maybe another time.”

Not to be deterred, he asked, “What about dinner after work? You have to eat sometime. We could go to the little place across the square. It’s small and not crowded, but the food is good.”

“Maybe not today, but thank you for asking.”

He seemed really nice, but she was terrified.

“Are you sure? They have roast chicken worth killing for.”

“Isn’t that normally worth dying for?” she asked.

“Yes, but I’m not planning to die any time soon.”

Even Morgan had to laugh at this.

“I’m sorry, James. I just can’t.”

“Oh, well. Can’t blame a guy for asking. I’ll see you later,” he said as he waved goodbye.

“Morgan? Was that James again?”

Great. Now she’d have to explain it all again.

James became a regular customer and every time he came in, he asked Morgan to lunch, to dinner, or for tea. And each time, she gently refused.

About three weeks after she’d first spoken with him, she looked through the front window and saw him carrying a tray across the square. With a content nonchalance, and a warm smile on his face, he seemed happy to be alive.

As she watched, he pushed the market door open, walked over to one of the tables in the front, and put down the tray he’d carried in. He turned, smiled brightly at her, and strode to the counter.

“Now, I’ve brought a pot of tea, two cups, milk, sweetener, and scones—complete with whipped honey. Will you join me, Morgan? I scarcely ever bite and I never draw blood.”

Morgan felt her eyes widen and her cheeks flush. She stared up into the sparkling green eyes of this charming man, who was trying so hard to be friendly, while her mouth hung open with nothing to say.

“Morgan,” she heard from the back. “We can take care of things while you have some tea. It’s fine.”

James walked to the end of the counter and offered her his arm. In a daze, she went over to the table and slid carefully into the chair he held for her.

“I’m afraid I asked about you across the way,” he said as he poured tea. “They told me this was your favorite tea, and that you love scones with honey.”

The lightly lavender-scented tea was indeed her favorite and smelled wonderful. There were days when she would fight for a scone.

“They spoke the truth,” she told him, still too timid to meet his eyes.

She quietly sipped at the tea he’d brought and enjoyed the scones. He didn’t press her for conversation, but every time she glanced up, she saw those green eyes twinkle and the smile broaden.

As they tidied up the table, he asked, “So, will you share a meal with me one day?”

“I don’t know, James. Maybe.”

“Have I done something to offend you, Morgan?”

“Why do you want to go out with me?” she demanded in frustration. “There are plenty of girls in the clan.”

He stared at her for a moment before he said, “But they don’t have your beautiful smile.”

“No, seriously. Why ask me out, damaged goods and all, when there are other girls you could ask? Pretty girls.”

“Damaged goods? You’re not damaged goods. And you’re a pretty girl. Yes, there are other pretty girls in the clan, but you have a sparkle they don’t have. Unless I’m trying to take you out and then you shut down. Now what do you say?”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.”

“Tell me where you would feel comfortable. I’m not fussy. Ask my mother. I’ll eat damned near anything.”

For some reason, Morgan found this amusing and began to laugh, something that didn’t happen often.

“And you’ve got a lovely laugh, too. You should set it free more often.”

“I’ll think about it, James. I will.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he answered, with a teasing grin on his face. “I’ll talk to you later.

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