Well, now I have two novels started. Which one should I finish first?

I started Master of the Fleet earlier in the year and wrote around 70,000 words on it. Then Camp 2014 came along and I decided 40,000 words would be way too many for this book, so I began writing on another idea–The Seduction of Lady Calloway. It is now around 46,000 words.

So I think I’ll go ahead and finish Master of the Fleet first, since it’s nearer completion. Once the first draft is finished, I’ll go back to Lady Calloway and see if I can get Kerrick and Liora out of Wales.

Jareth: First Lord, second edition, is with the editor now and should come out later this year. And right behind it, the sequel, Viviane: First Lady will follow.

But while you’re waiting for these to come out, check out Gambler’s Folly.  A futuristic, paranormal fantasy romance, this story is set on the pleasure paradise, Gambler’s Folly.

Available through:

http://www.bookstrand.com/gamblers-folly

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

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/gamblers-folly-mellie-e-miller/1116472748

Here’s an excerpt for you.

For the first time, Karianna got a look at Damiano Leone, said to
be the most powerful, dangerous man in the underworld. Tall and
dark, in a Mediterranean way, he was dressed impeccably. Dark gray
jacket and trousers were paired with a black silk shirt, gray tie, and
ruby tie pin. His hair, nearly black, was moderately short and wavy,
but his eyes captured her attention. Instead of dark brown, or maybe
blue, they were a dark, stormy gray, the color of the Great Lakes just
before a storm.
Then there was the apple. As he came into view, he was polishing
a large, red apple on his lapel. Without a word to her, he took a bite of
the apple, as his eyes swept up and down her body.
Munching his apple, he walked slowly around her, about two
meters away, his eyes taking in every detail, as she stood immobilized
by the restraints. Finally, to break the silence, she asked, “What are
you doing?” After which she thought it a really dumb question.
Finishing his bite of apple, he simply replied, “Admiring my new
acquisition.”
As he continued his survey, all Kari could think about was how
dowdy she must look compared to everyone else around him. The
plain red dress she wore had been one of her best. Made of synthetic
silk, the dress was blousy in the bust and gathered at her waist by a
wide, black belt, with a large silver-tone buckle, now ruined and
hanging by the belt loops. The dress had been ripped down the front
during the previous struggles, exposing her body down to the waist.
The side slit had torn most of the way to her waist, too, so it covered
next to nothing.
“Not bad. Not bad at all,” she heard him say. Finished with his
walk-around and his apple, he threw the apple core in the bin,
carefully wiped his hands on a small white towel, and turned back
toward Kari.
As she watched, he took something from his trousers pocket. With
a small click, a long, slim blade appeared in his hand. His eyes held
hers as he slowly advanced toward her.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a panic. “I haven’t done
anything to you. Just let me go, and I swear, I’ll never say a word
about any of this. Please!”