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NowJareth Cover art final that Jareth, First Lord has been released, what’s in store?

The sequel! Viviane, First Lady is in the hands of RuleBreaker Editing for the final shake down. RuleBreaker is also casting an eye over a new story of mine. Watch out for the red ink!

As for FreedomInk365, three new books have been released recently.

Darkness Before the Dawnby author Dawn Miller. A true tale of abuse and neglect.

Carnal Sobriety–another book from FreedomInk365 CEO Katandra Jackson Nunnally.

Mojo For Sale: The Art of Encouraging One’s Self–also by Katandra Jackson Nunnally.

And don’t forget, Jareth, First Lord! http://amzn.com/0989678644

For all the books from FreedomInk, go to:

http://www.freedomink365.com/the_books

There’s something for everybody! So check back often for new releases.

Have a Happy New Year!

 

 

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Black and whiteHave you written your family history, your personal memoirs or perhaps historical fiction? Then Footprint Expressions may be the company for you.

Located in San Diego, CA, Footprint Expressions is the dream of Yvette Porter Moore and sister company to FreedomInk365. Yvette is the editor of Footprint Expressions as well as an author in her own right.

Footprint Expressions is looking for authors who write Memoirs, Biographies, Autobiographies, Historical Fiction and Family Ancestral Stories. So if you’ve been writing down those family stories or are writing your autobiography or historical fiction, check out Footprints Expressions. I’ve been working on our family’s ghost stories. Once I’m finished, I’m going to give her a call.

For more information, check out their site on Facebook.

https://www.facebook.com/Footprintespressions

http://www.freedomink365.com/footprint_expressions_publishing

If you’re interested in publishing your work, drop her a note and see how she can help you.

Footprint Expressions and FreedomInk365!

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Mel and Gambler's FollyWell I have one for you! Reading is Retro and Retro is Cool is a book club started by Katandra Jackson Nunnally on Facebook. Katandra is also the CEO of FreedomInk365 Publishing, a small publishing company here in the great state of Georgia.

Reading is Retro had a successful summer reading challenge in 2014 and has decided to make in ongoing. The Challenge? Read one new book together each month, then share and discuss.

How to begin, you ask? Join the club on Facebook and open a Goodreads account, if you don’t have one.

Are you ready?

Let’s get started!

Reading is Retro and Retro is Cool!

ttps://www.facebook.com/groups/RetroIsCool/

Join us in the fun of reading! I have a new book to begin–Sunset in St. Tropez by Danielle Steel.

If you need some suggestions, go to http:/www./FreedomInk365.com/the_books

Reading is Retro–

and Retro is cool!

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CommercialGrowing up in farm country, preparation for Thanksgiving began late in September or early in October. There were rum cakes to make, and they needed about 6 weeks to get fully soused. And we made cakes for about half the county, I think, besides the ones we made for our family.

And then there was the fudge… Nobody, it seemed, could follow the recipe my mother gave out, so they all came back begging for various sorts in time for Thanksgiving. With a sigh, she began the multiple batches of fudge, from several different chocolate fudges, white fudge and divinity fudge. The house smelled wonderful, but even I, the original chocoholic, got tired of the scent of chocolate.

A few days before Thanksgiving, the pies began coming out of the oven. Everybody had a favorite, so the scents of pumpkin, apple, mince meat, and elderberry wafted through the house.

And where would we be without spice cake and home made bread? We had two ovens in the kitchen and we kept them going for days before the holidays.

Thanksgiving morning had a special tradition at our house. Dad, my sister, Linda, and I got up early, dressed warmly and headed out to the fields to go pheasant hunting. In northern Ohio, there was usually snow on the ground and the weeds along the fences sparkled in the morning sunlight. The snow crunched and squeaked beneath our boots and our breath became little puffs of fog as we walked along.

Once in a while we actually scared up a pheasant, but mostly it was just special time with Dad. He’d talk about the various trees in the woods and fence rows and how to identify them by their bark. Or he’d tell old family stories about growing up in Tennessee in the early 1900’s.

By around 11:00, we’d be back in the house, by the fire, drinking coffee or hot cocoa. Then we girls would join Mom in the kitchen to put the finishing touches on dinner before guests began to arrive. The smells from the ovens was inviting and all the baked goods displayed in the dining room just begged to be tasted as we set the table.

Thanksgiving dinner was a wonderful time to be together with family and friends. The food was always exquisite, the company warm and jovial. But to me, the magic of Thanksgiving was that early morning stroll through the countryside with Dad, pheasants or no pheasants.

Wishing you all the best this Thanksgiving Day. Share your traditions with us. Together we can build new memories.

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Black and whiteShe is a single mom with three boys, 16, 13, and 12 year of age. She works as a home health nurse in a rural area, which means funds are scarce most of the time.

Thursday evening, around 11:00 west coast time, her grandfather had a massive heart attack and died. She got the news Friday morning. The boys had hoped to take a trip next summer to visit the great-grandfather they’d never met in person.

But the weekend was coming up. Everyone was excited about the weekend. They were going to visit a friend south of Atlanta, two hours away from home. The dogs were going with them, since their friend had a fenced yard, and the whole family was looking forward to a little time to de-stress and relax for a change.

Three o’clock in the afternoon on Friday, the car is loaded, kids and dogs on board and on the way. Steaks are in the cooler for a cookout, snacks for the trip and high spirits.

Saturday morning at 6:52, she received a call from her mother informing her that her house had been completely destroyed by fire. The fire department was there, but there was nothing left to save. Items she’d treasured since childhood were gone, clothes for the whole family, gone; computers were gone, furniture, dishes, musical instruments–all gone.

Now imagine that this is you. What do you do? You’ve been in this house for 10 years of your life. Your kids grew up here. All of your files and important documents have been destroyed in a not-so-fire-proof safe.

This young woman is our daughter, Dawn Miller. The three boys are our grandsons. The first round of insurance agents and inspectors came out today to begin assessing the damages. We both looked at it all and cried.

She will have to start all over again. Yes, there will be money from the insurance company, but it may take months before everything is settled. Red Cross gave her money to buy food and clothes. But have you priced clothes lately?

If you are able and willing to help, she has a GoFundMe account set up, with the help of Kim Cowsert. Anything at all will help this family get started again.

Thanks to all of you in advance.

Mellie Miller

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Small Formal Black2This is not my usual type of post, nor is it the usual type of situation. Early this morning our daughter’s house burned to the ground, with all of her and her sons’ possessions.

Thankfully they were away visiting friends, so they are fine, just without a home, clothing, personal toiletry items–you name it, they need it.

Our daughter, Dawn Miller,  is a home health nurse and has lost all her scrubs and medical supplies, like her stethoscope, thermometer, O2 sat meter, first aid kits. The works.

Her boys are in middle and high school and have only clothes for the weekend. They have online lessons and have lost their laptops, so they can’t log-in to do their school work. They also need clothes and shoes.

She has a GoFundMe account, so if you are able, anything you can give would be appreciated.

http://www.gofundme.com/gyykrw

I thank you in advance for your help.

Sincerely,

Mellie Miller

 

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Black and whiteMac had gone over to a relative’s home for dinner one afternoon and, as the daylight grew dimmer, the rain began. As he had traveled on horseback, he was loath to start home after dark in a storm.

His host apologized saying they had no spare room he could use, which surprised Mac as he’d seen an extra bedroom down the hallway.

“Oh, we have a room, but it’s haunted,” the man explained. “You wouldn’t want to stay there.”

Now Mac was amused. Haunted? He didn’t believe in such things.

“I think I’d rather stay there than ride home in the rain,” he replied.

The man and his wife talked it over and agreed to let him stay in the room, but only if he understood they would not be responsible for anything that happened.

They showed him a cozy little room, which looked much more inviting than the dark, rainy weather outside, and he got ready for bed. They had told him what they’d witnessed every night they’d lived in the house, but he was sure they were exaggerating. Ghosts indeed!

After saying good-night, he undressed, slid into bed and looked forward to a good night’s sleep. He wasn’t worried about any “haints”.

Sometime later in the night, perhaps around midnight, Mac woke to the sound of someone walking across the bedroom floor, heavy steps as of a large man. His eyes strained in the darkness, but he could see nothing.

The steps continued to the bedroom door, the door opened, and he heard the steps cross the living room toward the front door. The front door then opened and he heard the steps cross to where the water bucket sat under the pump spout on the porch.

The water dipper banged against the side of the bucket, someone drank from the dipper and then let it fall back into the bucket. A moment later, the steps began to retrace their path back into the house.

When the door to the bedroom reopened, Mac didn’t know what to think, but decided that if he just kept still he’d be alright. At least that’s what he thought until the steps came over to the bed.

Suddenly, he felt a great weight on top of him, a weight he felt would crush the life from his body. He struggled and tried to cry out, but he couldn’t get his breath. There was nothing to see, nothing he could grasp, only the weight crushing his chest.

And as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Gasping for breath, Mac staggered to the bedroom door and went out into the living room, clutching a blanket around him. The next morning, his host found him curled up on the hearth-rug in front of the fireplace.

He told them his story and they nodded, knowing smiles on their faces.

“It happens every night,” his host told him. “Rain or shine, winter or summer, the man leaves the bedroom, goes to the porch for a drink of water and comes back to bed. We’ve tried nailing the bedroom door shut, barring it, everything we can think of, and he still opens the door and gets a drink.”

“Why do you stay here?” Mac asked.

“He doesn’t do any harm, as long as nobody tries to sleep in the room. We don’t need the room, except for storing things, so we just let him be.”

Mac went his way after breakfast a changed man. He would never laugh about ghosts and haunted rooms again.

This is a true family story from my father’s side of the family. Did it really happen? I’ve talked to several people who swear it did, and not just to Mac. Nobody knew who the “haint” was, or what his story might have been, but he went and had a drink of water every night.

Do you like the paranormal? Psychic abilities? Check out my books at:

http://www.amazon.com/author/melliemiller

 

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