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Black and whiteYes! You can now find Jareth, First Lord online at Books-a-Million! It is now at Amazon, Books-a-Million and Barnes and Noble, as well as from the publisher, FreedomInk365.

Here are the buy links for you:

http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Jareth-First-Lord/Mellie-Miller/9780989678643?id=6142571080981

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/jareth-mellie-miller/1113216056?ean=9780989678643

http://amzn.com/0989678644

http://www.freedomink365.com/the_books

So if you’re looking for something to read during these cool evenings, go to your favorite books store and get your copy of Jareth, First Lord!

Thanks for stopping by!

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CommercialFor those of you who shop Barnes and Noble instead of Amazon, Jareth, First Lord is now available there as well, in paperback.

And if you really prefer the eBook, go over to FreedomInk and order it directly from the publisher. I know a lot of people are going electronic these days, and an e-reader is so much easier when traveling.

For those of you who pre-ordered signed copies, I am till waiting for those to arrive. You haven’t been forgotten! As soon as I get them, I’ll send them out to you.

Jareth, First Lord should be showing up at Books-a-Million soon, so keep watching!

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/jareth-mellie-miller/1113216056?ean=9780989678643

http://www.freedomink365.com/the_books

http://amzn.com/0989678644

Talk to you later!

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Jareth Cover art finalWith Jareth, First Lord finally released, what’s next?

The sequel, of course!

One of the reasons I re-released Jareth was to bring attention not only to the newly edited version of Jareth, First Lord, but to herald the coming of Viviane, First Lady.

Following the events in Jareth, Viviane struggles with her new abilities, which should have been lost in childhood. But since they’ve made their appearance, she must train to bring them under control.

What abilities, you ask? You’ll have to read the book.

Which should come out in March, 2015.

In the meantime, go on over to FreedomInk365 or to Amazon for Jareth, First Lord. Even if you read the original edition, you’ll love the second. Freshly edited by RuleBreaker Editing, with added scenes, you’ll want to add this to your collection.

Jareth, First Lord–fantasy romance with a psychic twist.

Check it out!

Ciao!

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Cancer and War.WayYes, I got the bad news on my 51st birthday, via phone call, while teaching a kids karate class. I hadn’t been prepared for this. From what my doctors had said, the little lump shouldn’t have been malignant. It didn’t feel right.

But it was malignant. The pathologist at the hospital said the whole lump wasn’t malignant. The cancer cells in it were more like someone had sprinkled pepper on it. Just little specks through the lump.

My best friend, Cindy, said if I wanted to go out and drown my sorrows, she’d drive. But this would solve nothing. As a martial artist, it was time to fight. Was I scared? Yes. I was fighting for my life.

My first surgery was for the lumpectomy, another to remove the lymph nodes from under my left arm, and one to put in a port-a-cath to administer the IV chemotherapy.

From diagnosis  through treatment—eight sessions of chemotherapy followed by 33 of radiation—everything was a blur. Part of the blur was due to the treatment. First, the drug Ellence made me sick as a dog and the anti-nausea meds knocked me out. The second half of my chemo was Taxol. It gave me bone pain and tooth aches, temporary memory loss, and made my toes and fingers numb. I wrote notes in the living room so I’d know why I went into the kitchen.

My husband, Steve, was in Iraq for most of this time, which worried him sick. Our daughter, Dawn, was my greatest help. She took me to and from the clinic, helped clean the house, and made sure I’d eaten.

My only lasting challenges are lymph edema in my left arm on occasion, and a little neuropathy in my feet. I’ve found ALA helps.

For those of you still fighting, never give up. Attitude makes all the difference in the world. Learn to meditate. Find something to laugh at, take a walk and enjoy nature, or find something that still tastes good and indulge.

Do not throw a pity party. Instead, prepare for a marathon. This fight won’t be endless. Take it one treatment at a time. I did a mental countdown after each session. After the last of the radiation, we went out for a celebration dinner.

I’m 61 now, and have been cancer free for nine years. I survived.

Now get out there and win!

For more about my fight with breast cancer:

http://amzn.com/B00F3ZW2LW

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Cancer and War.WayJust before my fifty-first birthday, I wore a new bra for the first time and that evening I had a very tender spot under my left breast. I put it down to the new bra. The next day it was still sore, but I didn’t think there was a problem. Later in the week, I wore the bra again, and the spot was even worse.

Feeling around the area, I found a spot about the size of the end of my thumb which felt like a blister under the skin.  My annual physical was scheduled for the next week, anyway, so I could talk to my doctor about it.

Once she’d examined the area, she said she wasn’t sure what to think. It felt “squishy”—a very technical medical term. The surgeon I saw the next week didn’t feel we needed to be too concerned, but he ordered a diagnostic mammogram. He would remove the lump, just to on the safe side.

Since they weren’t concerned, I wasn’t either. From everything I’d read, a malignant tumor was hard, not squishy. I called his office two days later. They’d received the results, but he hadn’t looked them over yet. After leaving a call-back number, I drove to the training studio to teach the junior martial arts class.

The junior class—ages five to twelve—was always a lively bunch, so I had my hands full. About halfway through class, our secretary told me I had a call.  Apologizing for giving me the news over the phone, he said the tests were back and it was malignant. He would schedule my pre-ops and surgery as soon as possible.

As I hung up the phone, I remembered it was my birthday. Great! Happy 51st Mel. You’ve got breast cancer. The rest of the evening was a blur. From this point to the start of chemo, everything seemed to be racing forward, towing me along.

How did my martial arts training come to my rescue?

My training gave me what I call a warrior mindset. I treated this disease as I would any other threat.  I attacked instead of backing away in fear and self-pity, as I would have before training. I met several women who gave into self-pity and didn’t make it. As one man I met told me, attitude is everything.

It was time to fight. I went into the OR with my mind on fighting cancer. I came out of anesthesia fighting everyone in reach. A male nurse, beads of perspiration on his forehead, said I was a lot stronger than I looked. The next time, I resolved to have peace and calm during surgery, and it worked much better.

As part of my training, I meditated every day and I feel this helped keep my mind calm and my focus on recovery. There is evidence that regular meditation aids the healing process, and I feel it helped me.

A sense of humor helped, too. My poor oncologist will never recover. Nearly every time he stepped into the exam room my daughter and I were rolling with laughter. I fear he took it personally. Our family is known for its wacky sense of humor, though. We can find something to laugh about in nearly any situation.

Exercise is great for overcoming the effects of chemotherapy and I was used to working out. But I had to redefine my terms. My goal became walking to the mailbox and back each day without help, a total of about fifty yards. I would improve for three weeks, go in for chemo, and start all over.

When my husband flew me to Spain between treatments, we walked in the park across the street nearly everyday.  Our favorite restaurant was Vivaldi’s. While he was at work, I had time to sleep and recover with nothing else to worry me. I’m glad I finally agreed to go.

I’ve just turned sixty-one, and my birthday always reminds me of my fight against cancer. I’ve been in remission for nine years, thanks to my husband and our daughter who helped pull me through.

My motto? Don’t let the bastard win.

For more about my fight with breast cancer, go to:

http://amzn.com/B00F3ZW2LW

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Mel and Gambler's FollyIf you’ve read Gambler’s Folly and have been hoping for a new release, wait no longer. Jareth, First Lord will be out next month. Set on a new highland world ruled by men with paranormal abilities, Jareth’s courtship of Lady Viviane is one of extremes.

Trained as a warrior, Jareth feels helpless when faced by a woman in tears. But when her temper flares, the fireworks are spectacular. Can he win her heart?

If you haven’t read Gambler’s Folly go over to Amazon.com and get your copy today. I was interviewed by Cyrus Webb this week and we talked about Gambler’s Folly.

Cyrus was kind enough to leave a wonderful review of the book, also. You can read it here.

So while you wait for Jareth, First Lord, take a look at Gambler’s Folly. And you can join the pre-sale event for Jareth.

Whatever you do, whatever you read,

Don’t forget—

—to Share the Romance…

                              Mellie E. Miller

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Cyrus Webb has entered his 5 star review for Gambler’s Folly on Amazon.com and I am SO excited!

Here are a few lines from his review:

Mellie Miller’s GAMBLER’S FOLLY Is A Literary Bet Worth Taking, August 30, 2014

By  Cyrus Webb “Conversations Book Club”

 

“If you are looking for a literary adventure full of action, suspense and characters you will grow to love (whether you want to or not), then I think GAMBLER’S FOLLY by author Mellie E. Miller should be on your reading list.”

 

So if you’ve put off getting your copy of Gambler’s Folly, wait no longer. It’s available at Amazon.com, in print or eBook.

 

http://www.amazon.com/Gamblers-Folly-Bookstrand-Publishing-Romance/dp/1627405844/

 

It’s definitely worth the risk…

 

Don’t forget—

 —to Share the Romance…

                      ~~Mellie E. Miller~~

 

 

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CommercialIf you haven’t read Gambler’s Folly yet,  here is an excerpt from the first chapter. This is the book which helped me win the BBFBP Award for Most Artistic 2013 and the FreedomInk365 Multifaceted Jewel Award 2014.

To order your copy, go to:

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

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

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

Excerpt from Gambler’s Folly

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“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 transceiver, 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.”
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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Mel and Gambler's FollyThe interview on Higher Consciousness? Well, if you did, you can still listen. It is available, archived at:

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/blogtalkradiooyindeenterprises/2014/02/18/higher-consciousness-gamblers-follynovel-and-i-am-healthy-holistic-expo

I’m talking with Jamela Franklin about my novel, Gambler’s Folly, my experiences writing, where I get my inspiration and how it all relates to Higher Consciousness.

Need to get your copy of Gambler’s Folly?

http://www.bookstrand.com/gamblers-folly (ebook only)

http://www.amazon.com/author/melliemiller (ebook or paperback)

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/gamblers-folly-mellie-e-miller/1116472748   (ebook or paperback)

Talk to you later!

 

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Small Formal Black2Yes, Gambler’s Folly is in print, from both Amazon and Barnes and Noble. But don’t forget Cancer and the Warrior’s Way, the story of my fight with breast cancer.

For a list of my books on Amazon, go to:

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

And for Barnes and Noble:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/mellie-e.-miller

Have a safe and happy holiday!

Cancer and War.Way

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