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Who is Morgan?

She appeared for the first time in Jareth, First Lord, as one of the girls brought back from Clan Belfort. As the series progressed, I became intrigued by her story and decided to see where she’d come from and what Clan Brannach held in store for her.

She’d had a hard life before she moved to Clan Brannach and after she arrived, she was assaulted while making deliveries for her boss. She escaped being raped only because of two young men who came to her rescue.

Sure she’ll never find a happily-ever-after, she’s given up trying.

Until she meets James, who has also given up on love. But when he first sees Morgan, muddy, battered, and bloody though she was, it was love at first sight.

But his family has secrets of its own, which has scared off most of the women in his life. One woman he was dating took off running and was nearly trampled to death in the street when he gave her a glimpse of his Talent.

Can he win Morgan’s heart? And can she accept his unique gift as well?

MORGANThe Pixie and the Green Man–Esperance Book 3

Excerpt:

“Jamie, you’re up early this morning,” his dad called out as he strode down the path. “Got plans with a dark-haired pixie?”

“Sort of. Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Leaning on the rail fence in front of his parents’ house, he told his father what had happened the previous evening.

“I don’t see how you could have done differently, son,” his father said. “If you’re serious about her, she’ll have to know sooner or later.”

“But how can I know when to bring it up? I thought Gwen…”

“Don’t look back, James,” his father said seriously. “I was never sure about Gwen. I know you loved her and hoped things would work out, but that is all in the past.”

“I’m trying to look forward, Dad. But I couldn’t live with myself if I chased Morgan away.”

“Where are you going today?” his father asked.

“For a hike up the stream. It’s a nice warm day and it should be beautiful.”

“The stream isn’t far from the forest. Take her over and introduce her. See what the forest has to say.”

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Once Morgan and James become serious, he shows her a little of what he can do. As a result, her nickname for him becomes the Green Man.

Who says the Green Man is a myth? Maybe over the centuries the stories have become distorted. Perhaps the Green Man is just a guy with some unique abilities. And just maybe there is more than one…

So what does one with “a way with wood” do? Let’s take a look at one aspect of the Talent.

Here is James showing Morgan a little bit about what he could do.

MORGANThe Pixie and the Green Man

Excerpt:

“Now, you wanted to know a little bit about the Fergusons, he stated. “Watch.”

For a moment, his eyes seemed unfocused, as he reached his working level. It was similar to what Morgan did when she worked with inlay. Holding the branch with both hands, he put his thumb and index finger on either side of it, about halfway down its length, and slid them down the branch.

As she watched, the branch changed shape. Now, instead of round, it had flattened into a strip a little wider than the original and a little longer. The prickling feeling which crept up her arm was similar to what she felt when working with metal. Soon, her whole body tingled from the energy of his work.

With the other hand, he did the same thing to the other half of the branch, with the same result. Morgan watched, fascinated, as he began to shape it into something else.

From the flattened branch, his fingers began to shape little semi-circular bits, like petals, which stood up in bas-relief from the original. As she watched, they became flowers. In between, he pulled bits away from the main branch to become leaves.

Morgan held her breath, afraid of interrupting his work. Once the flowers and leaves were finished, he glanced up at her briefly before continuing.

With his fingers on either side of the branch, he began to curl the branch into a spiral, which made the flowers stand out even more. With one complete circle in the middle and two partials on either end, he pushed the coils together to shorten the overall length. When he was finished, she saw a free-form bracelet, about three inches in width.

Morgan was transfixed by the sight. It was so beautiful she was nearly in tears as he held it out to her. She gently reached out a finger to touch the little petals, still warm from the energy of the shaping.

There were no signs of breaking from the work. It was as if the branch had grown that way on the tree. The bark was even intact, its silvery color making the flowers seem to shine in the soft evening light.

“Morgan?” she heard. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, James. It is so lovely and the little flowers so dainty and beautiful.”

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Now that The Russian is live on Amazon and Smashwords as an ebook, it’s time to get it and a couple others ready for paperback. What with my husband’s knee surgery in January, things have been a little busy to deal with the aggravation of formatting.

And then?

I think I’ll spend some time to finish a couple other books I have nearly finished, but set aside to get The Russian published and out to the world.

There is Whiskey Jug Genie, my 2019 NanNoWriMo project, which is nearly finished–as far as a first draft. In this Sultonna Nadine book, a London herbalist tours the American Southeast and buys an old whiskey jug, not realizing it was inhabited. When he releases the genie in his living room, the fun begins.

Then there is Lady Calloway, another Sultonna Nadine offering, set in an alternate timeline of Victorian England. She’s a small town girl from up North. He works for the church down in London and comes from a family of confessors–psychically gifted people who can bring any sinner to confession, no matter the cost.

And then there is Protector of the Red Dragon, from Sultonna Nadine. A fantasy set partially in modern times and partially in the 16th century, it combines fantasy, romance, and a touch of magic to usher in an era of peace and prosperity involving twin sisters, a magical sword, and a dragon.

While that’s all happening, Mistaken Identity is with my editor going through the initial edits. This is another stand alone from Sultonna Nadine. Captured in a brief military strike against her world from their sister planet, Krista is mistaken for someone she’s not. By the time her captors are convinced of the truth, the commander of the facility has hatched a plan with her at its core. Can she learn enough fast enough to help bring off a plan which will benefit both worlds, without losing her life, or heart, in the process?

And then there are the other books in the Esperance and Gambler’s Folly Series to finish editing. A couple need finishing as well. And some are waiting to be written, with a new idea popping up earlier this morning.

So it looks like it will be a busy year here on the farm. The Monster and Miss Kitty have settled in to give me a hand, so we’re all set.

Have a marvelous week, and if you haven’t checked out The Russian, to over and take a peek. He’s one of my favorite characters, and his mate is a feisty little she-wolf you’ll adore.

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That can mean so many things. But in this case, I’m talking about Amazon and Facebook.

Do you follow your favorite authors?

My main Facebook page talks about all my books, my WIPs and everyday things.

And then I have a page for each of my series and one for the stand-alones written as Sultonna Nadine.

You can follow your authors on Amazon as well!

So if you’re on Facebook, go on over and check out my page.

https://www.facebook.com/meleighscreations

Or at Amazon.

https://www.amazon.com/Mellie-Miller/e/B00954K2C8

For the series pages–

Esperance Series:

http://www.facebook.com/esperanceseries

Gambler’s Folly:

https://www.facebook.com/GamblersFolly

And Sultonna Nadine:

https://www.facebook.com/SultonnaNadine

Don’t forget to check out THE RUSSIAN--the latest book from Gambler’s Folly!

And don’t forget to share posts about the books you love, and please review!

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THE RUSSIAN is live on Amazon and Smashwords!

If you’ve pre-ordered your copy it should be on your Kindle.

If you didn’t pre-order, you can still get it for the pre-order price for today. Tomorrow the price will go up to the normal selling price.

What is The Russian?

Book 3 from Gambler’s Folly, the story is set on the pleasure planet in Speranza, Dam and Kari’s hometown.

The Russian–Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov–is a unique individual. Having lived for over 500 years, this wolf-shifter hunts alone since his soulmate died 200 years ago. Relationships mean pain and he has enough heartache for several lifetimes. Everyone he’s ever known, except for his current acquaintances, has died, leaving him alone in a world of children.

Travelling to Gambler’s Folly on Interpol business, he is bowled over when he goes to the rescue of a young girl. Finding her at the office the next day is more than shocking. It is overwhelming.

It seems Mother Nature may be trying to give him another chance at happiness. But can he open his heart once more?

Danni has no time for romance. In her mid-twenties, she works at Interpol during the week, and on the weekends and after hours, she helps her frail mother. She tries to save enough money so they can share a place, but the rent keeps going up on her mother’s apartment, leaving her with not quite enough to make it happen.

And one night, her fears come to life on her way home just after dark. Several gang members surround her threatening violence until warm strong hands rest on her shoulders and a deep authoritative voice orders them to disperse.

With a scent of autumn leaves, musk, and tobacco, she is drawn to this stranger who has just saved her life. But she is not ready for the kiss she has to have before he leaves her at her door.

Imagine her surprise when he turns up at the office the next day.

THE RUSSIAN–Book 3 from Gambler’s Folly!

If you like fantasy romance, shifters, and maybe a touch of the paranormal, to on over to Amazon or Smashwords and take a peek.

Sale price good through this evening.

THE RUSSIAN–Gambler’s Folly Book 3!

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Yes! Tomorrow is release day for THE RUSSIAN–Gambler’s Folly Book 3.

He is Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov, a wolf-shifter often referred to as The Russian. Born over five hundred years ago, he has been a lone wolf since his soulmate died in his arms. Since then he has avoided  long-term relationships. But maybe the universe is giving him a second chance at happiness.

Dani works for The Agency, in Speranza, on Gambler’s Folly. Most of her time is spent working or caring for her mother. She’d been lucky up until now, but tonight she’s accosted by one of the street gangs and is sure she’ll soon be dead.

Until The Russian steps in, saves her life, and captures  her soul.

Today is the last day to get The Russian for the pre-order price. So go on over and check it out!

It is available at either Amazon or Smashwords.

Haven’t read the other books in the Gambler’s Folly series?

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07XM3VRXK

https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/46456

Go on over and get your copy of The Russian!

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Have you read the first two books of this series?

No?

Book 3, The Russian, releases this Friday, so if you’d like to catch up, go on over to Amazon, Smashwords, or most any other retailer and get the first two books.

Yes, you can read The Russian as a stand-alone, but books 1 and 2 give you a little more background about the world of Gambler’s Folly and our merry cast of characters.

Book 1–Gambler’s Folly

Book 2 — Dante’s Angel

Book 3–The Russian

Coming out Friday, January 24

Or go over to Smashwords!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/46456

So watch for Friday’s release, or pre-order now!

Wishing you all a wonderful week!

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If you liked Gambler’s Folly, you’ll certainly love The Russian. Book 3 in the series of books from Gambler’s Folly, this is the story of wolf-shifter, Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov, and his soul mate, Danni.

No one knows for sure how old Dmitri–known to his friends as Dima–actually is, but he’s been around over 500 years at least. His earlier years were spent in what had been known as Russia, but since then he has travelled all over the know universe, mainly as a mercenary.

A little over 200 years ago, he met his soulmate Ilyana and they were together for fifty years. When she died, she took his heart with her to the grave. Since then he has hunted alone, neither wanting nor needing any type of romantic relationship.

He currently works with the Special Unit of Interpol, alongside Damiano, Dante, and the bear shifter who is the chief. On a trip to Gambler’s Folly, he finds a young woman threatened by gang members and goes to her rescue.

Maybe Mother Nature is giving him a second chance at happiness.

The Russian is now available for pre-order at Smashwords for $0.99. Once it is released, the price will go up, so go on over and check it out.

How about an excerpt before we go?

If it hadn’t been for her scent, he would have been fine. Lilacs with honeyed-vanilla and white musk had wrapped around him softly. Hazel eyes under blonde curls had drawn him in. He’d thought, after all this time, he had control over his urges. What had possessed him to kiss her?

Her mouth now, there was a treat. Fresh raspberries and sweet white wine still teased his palette. Between her scent and her taste, he was one messed up wolf. He wanted to run through the forest, roll in the leaves, and howl to his pack mates about this delicious female he’d met.

No, he wouldn’t see her again. He didn’t need a relationship. Life around him was too uncertain. Besides, he’d had a mate long ago and, when she’d died, she’d taken his heart to her grave.

He was here for a job. He had no time for females.

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Happy Sunday everyone! Hope your day has been wonderful. With any luck, the rain is finished here for a little while. We had flooding here in our area after eight inches of rain on Friday. Restaurants are closed due to rain swamping the water and wastewater systems.

We have our own well, and our water is fine. But everyone in town is boiling water or drinking bottled drinks.

If you’re on Facebook or Twitter, you can follow me there as well!

Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/meleighscreations

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sultonna

I also have pages for my series, but you can find those links on Facebook.


Looking forward to a wonderful week ahead for all of us.

And Don’t Forget—

—to Share the Romance…

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How is everyone this Monday morning? It’s looking very much like rain here today, again…

Who’d like an excerpt from Master of the Fleet?

Set in an alternate timeline of North America, where the French had a much greater influence and the country was divided into various kingdoms rather than states, magic is part of everyday life.

Richard Lemarnier is a weather-shaper, commanding wind and water. As CEO and Master of the Fleet for the family company, he is in the upper echelons of society. And still single, he’s considered the most eligible bachelor on the Cote d’Or.

But he only has eyes for one–Anne_Marie…

Excerpt:

“I will not have any man dictate my actions,” she shouted, rising to her feet. “If I’d wanted a task master, I would have stayed under my father’s roof rather than cross half the continent to get away.”

The jewelled dagger flashed in her hand as she thrust it at him. A skilled swordsman, Richard easily parried the attempt as he rose to his feet. The dining area was too crowded to deal with the situation.

Backing away from the table, he suggested, “Anne-Marie, drop the dagger and sit down. You’re making a scene.”

She stalked after him, dagger in hand and in an absolute rage, as he retreated toward the dance floor. This was getting a bit sticky. With room to maneuver, Richard was ready when she lunged at him again. Grabbing her wrist with one hand, he slapped her with the other. As the dagger dropped, she tumbled to the floor and her glare was pure venom.

With the dagger tucked safely into his belt, Richard turned back toward the table. This should end the matter, and the relationship as well.

“I hate you,” Anne-Marie screamed, as she snatched a sword from a nearby table.

Swinging wildly, she came at him with murder in her eyes. Lord Richard drew his blade. While defending himself was not a problem, disarming her without harming anyone else might be. Anger rising, he waited for his opening. After the time and money he had spent on this trip, would she murder him in front of the high table?

His opening came and he threw her blade clear of the floor. With the point of his sword at her throat, Anne-Marie backed away, eyes wide, as anger became fear. Richard moved toward her, his blade never wavering  as she retreated. Finally shrinking against the high table, Anne-Marie’s retreat was blocked. Sidestepping, he grabbed her hair to expose her throat fully to his blade.

In a room as silent as a tomb, every eye was focused on the frozen tableau before the baron’s table.

“My good man, were you planning a human sacrifice on the high table? Who are you and what is the meaning of this?” the baron demanded.

A large man, with dark hair turning gray at the temples, and neatly trimmed beard, his presence commanded the attention of the room.

“Your Excellency, I am Lord Sir Richard LeMarnier, from Côte d’Or. The lady and I have travelled for more than a week to attend the festival here in her homeland. At least she claims it as such. After courting her for over a year and asking for her hand in marriage, I dance on her leash while she toys with my affections. Though she hasn’t refused my offer, she has yet to accept it.”

“What do you do?”

“I am in shipping, Your Excellency, with access to goods up and down the coast and from overseas. I have brought her gifts from every part of the world, given her everything she’s asked for, and more. She’s been blessed with everything within my power to give.”

“We’ll agree you’re a generous man. Why are you here?”

“She begged me to travel to your kingdom for the harvest festival this year. Besides transportation and chaperones, I paid for passage and accommodations across two kingdoms to please her.”

The Baron’s frown deepened. “What has that to do with all of this?” he demanded.

“This evening, Your Excellency, I asked if she could spare me some of the attention she’s lavished on every other man in the room, acknowledge me as her escort, and grace me with an occasional word or smile. Heaven knows her eyes have promised more to every other man she’s met this evening.”

Pausing in his explanation, he heard the murmured agreement of others around the room.

“In her anger, she tried to cut my heart out with a dagger. When I took it from her, she snatched a sword from some poor soul and tried to kill me.”

The baron took a moment to ponder the question, glancing at the drop of blood trembling at the tip of Richard’s sword.

“Is this true, woman?” he asked Anne-Marie.

Not answering for a moment, she eventually replied, very carefully, “Unfortunately, it is, Your Excellency.”

 “Given the circumstances and from what I have seen tonight, I pass judgment. Your life is forfeit, woman. Have you anything to say?”

With her eyes on Richard, she answered, “If you expect me to beg for my life, you will be disappointed. I will not. Look into your heart and do what you must. If you require my life, then take it. If you find mercy, I would be grateful, milord.”

The silence deepened, with everyone stunned at the scene playing out in front of the high table, while Richard pondered his options. Still holding her head with one hand, sword in the other, he forced her into the center of the floor. Releasing her with a shove he commanded, “Kneel, Anne-Marie. Your life is forfeit. I see no reason to prolong this farce.”

Taking a stance, he raised the sword and swung it down in an arc which would separate head from body. Gasps and a few screams echoed in the room before, he stopped a scarce half-inch away from her neck. Stepping in front of Anne-Marie, he lifted her chin with the tip of his sword, and studied her face. Her eyes were wide with fear, and silent tears streamed down her cheeks before staining the bodice of her gown.

“I have spared your life, which was forfeit. It is now mine to command. Does anyone disagree?” he challenged.

There were murmurs all around, but no disagreement. The baron shrugged his shoulders and sat down, quaffing a large quantity of wine.

Reversing his grip on the blade, Richard held it point down and perpendicular to the floor.

“Kiss the blade that spared your life and swear your loyalty to me.”

The hoarse whisper echoed to the farthest corners of the banquet hall. Trembling, Anne-Marie pressed her lips against the sword.

“On pain of death, I, Anne-Marie Desplaines, swear loyalty to Richard LeMarnier, until his death or until released from my vow. Repeat it to me,” he demanded.

As she did, the baron rose from his seat and cleared his throat.

“After the events of the evening, I will allow this to stand under one condition.”

“And what is the condition, Your Excellency?” Richard was careful to keep his tone respectful.

“An oath which will keep her safe and make you her protector,” the baron replied. “Draw your dagger.”

Richard did as commanded, as the baron circled the table.

“Make a small cut on your hand and on the woman’s.”

“A blood oath, Your Excellency?”

“You question me?”

“No, Your Excellency.”

With the tip of the dagger, Richard made a nick in his hand, and its twin in Anne-Marie’s. Droplets of blood beaded up in their palms.

“Clasp hands,” the baron instructed them.

Over their joined hands, the baron traced arcane symbols in the air. Tingling magic swirled around their hands to bind the oath.

“By the mingling of your blood, do you, Anne-Marie, swear absolute loyalty and obedience to Lord Sir Richard LeMarnier, on pain of death, for as long as you shall live?”

 She was crying and shaking so hard Richard wasn’t sure how she was still upright.

“I do so swear,” she replied through the tears.

“And Lord Sir Richard LeMarnier, do you swear to spare her life and guard her, as her sworn protector, for as long as she lives?”

“I do so swear.”

“You will remain together, blood-bound, for as long as the oath shall stand, neither one leaving the other, nor causing harm, one to the other. Breaking the conditions set forth will bring forth the penalty. The oath can be revoked before death by the skills of a baron only. Take heed.”


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