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My current WIP in the Speranza Series from Gambler’s Folly!

Incapable of being a lady

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With temperatures getting cooler and days getting shorter, it’s time to grab a cup of something wonderful and sit back with a good book.

Not quite time for a fire in the fireplace yet, but the cats are beginning to hint at the possibility. Rather pointedly in fact. Something about the way they sit in front of it, look at the fireplace, and then glare at me definitely says it all.

So what are you reading this weekend?

Later this year, the next book from Gambler’s Folly will be out–THE RUSSIAN.

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How about a little preview of this new tale from the pleasure capitol of the galaxy?

Excerpt:

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. Looking at the time, he picked up his

pace. He didn’t want to keep Dam and Kari waiting.

An hour later, he joined Damiano Leone and his wife, Karianna, for dinner. Dam was

impeccably dressed, as usual, and his mate was stunning. How did Damiano keep his wits about him with such a woman as his mate?

“Dima! Welcome to our humble abode,” Dam greeted him.

“Humble? You have very different standards, amico mio.”

The hand clasp and kisses on the cheek were warm and heartfelt. They had been through

some times together, for sure.

“And how are you, lovely lady?” he asked Kari.

“Superb, Dima. You look a little more excited than usual tonight. Everything fine?”

“I’ll tell you about it over dinner.”

With the appetizers on the table, the Russian recounted his experience from earlier in

the evening.

“And you have no idea who she is?” Dam asked. “You are right, of course. Rescuing damsels

in distress comes with the territory,” he added with a sizzling look at his wife.

“But kissing them passionately before you even know their name is not.”

“From you of all people. I’m surprised, Dima. Of course, it has been a long time since you

had a mate,” Dam said.

“I don’t need a mate,” Dmitri stated firmly.

“I’ve heard that before, and look what happened. And then there is Dante.”

“How is Dante? Still on Earth?”

“Yes. He has about another six months before he and Angela come to Gambler’s Folly.”

“And she is your cousin?” he asked in amazement.

“She is,” Karianna answered for her mate. “It took everyone by surprise.”

“Well, enough of the department is mated now. There is no need for any more.”

They passed several hours together, catching up on news from various places before

Dmitri went back to his apartment. The trip had been long and planet-fall always took a toll. Add the rest of the evening to it all and he was ready for bed.

He was not ready for the soft cloud of lilac and vanilla when he opened his apartment door. Danni’s scent had lingered on his clothes earlier and gently perfumed his apartment. With a growl, he gathered his clothes into a laundry bag and called room service. Maybe by the time he got out of the shower the scent would have dissipated.

Danni’s scent had lingered on his clothes earlier and gently perfumed his apartment. With

a growl, he gathered his clothes into a laundry bag and called room service. Maybe by the

time he got out of the shower the scent would have dissipated.

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I put The End at the bottom of Ben of Blackstone’s Forge two days ago and have turned my thoughts toward another book while Ben sits for a little bit. After a week or two, I’ll go back and start the first edit on it.

What is the new story? An English Wolf on Gambler’s Folly! This one to follow The Russian and Old Flame.

Paul Greyling hails from the London office, investigating a smuggling ring selling counterfeit Scotch. Before meeting with Dam and Kari, he sees a woman at the office he would like to ask out, but isn’t even sure of her name.

Sohpia. A lovely name. And Dam planned to invite them both to dinner, so they could meet.

But the next day, she is assigned to the smuggling case with Paul and Nagi. And it doesn’t go particularly well. She’s a feminist from New York and despises all the little courtesies gentlemen usually extend to women.

Dinner has the potential for disaster. What will happen between these two?

Right now, I have no idea, but I’ll bet they eventually get together.

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Check back for details on this and other works in progress!

Speranza the Series

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Do you like author interviews? If you do, go check out the interview I gave Fiona McVie. Discover where I get my ideas, what are my favorite colors and foods. All the trivia you want to know.

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Silver sweater.1

Have you ever had an idea in the middle of the night, written it down, and placed it in your ideas folder? And then forgotten all about it?

Yeah. One of those ideas.

While sorting through files yesterday, I came across a folder with book ideas in it, but it wasn’t in the place it should have been. Opening the file, I recognized the other ideas, but I couldn’t remember the last one.

Turns out it was another story line for the Speranza Series. Idea title–An English Werewolf on Gambler’s Folly.

Like I didn’t have enough on my plate from Gambler’s already…

Watch for The Russian later this year. It will be Book 3 from Gambler’s Folly, in the Speranza Series.

Next up after that will be a book in the Esperance Series–Talents–the continuing story of Viviane and introducing the new heir of Belfort. Connell is a ten year old little boy who must now train to become ruler of his clan. And he’s not happy…

Looking for something to read? Fantasy romance, paranormal romance, or a touch of magic?

Amazon

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Audible

https://www.audible.com/author/Mellie-Miller/B00954K2C8

Smashwords

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Books.1Talents

MOF Woman Rules his heart

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I know, I know.

It has been a while.

But I have been writing. Honest!

How about an excerpt from Master of the Fleet? And maybe a snippet from a WIP?

MASTER OF THE FLEET

Anne-Marie was tired from the trip, but where was she to sleep? They’d brought Richard to the first

room they could reach when he’d collapsed. This was a single room, with one small bed

and a sofa.

Richard was stretched out on his back taking up the whole bed. There wouldn’t have been room

for her, anyway, in such a tiny bed. His feet were sticking out the end and his right arm was on the

verge of falling off the bed. Everything from his elbow down hung out in mid-air.

Rummaging in the wardrobe, she found a blanket she could use. Maybe she could get another

one from the desk. Carefully closing the door, she went  to ask the clerk for more blankets,

which he generously provided her.

“I am sorry about the room, Madame. We had a different one reserved for you on the second

floor. The men who carried your husband from the coach didn’t know who he was, so we put

him in there. I’d no idea he’d still be sleeping. Is there anything else I can get you?”

Back in the room, she made up the sofa, changed into a nightgown, and went back to sit

with Richard. His arm over the edge of the bed couldn’t be comfortable. As she tucked it

back up under the covers, she remarked on how heavy an arm is when it’s totally limp.

She knew he’d have been more comfortable if he’d had time to change out of his travel clothes,

but doubted she could undress him. Instead, she unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt,

loosened his belt and trousers, and tucked the covers around him again.

Why was she so concerned? She wasn’t in love with the man. True, he had been

very kind to her, both before their marriage and since. Maybe she simply needed him

to get back home. Once there, they would have to sort out a lot of things,

but they had to get there first.

It couldn’t be love. That door had been closed for ages. She had given up all hope for love

a long time ago. When she fell asleep and nearly toppled off the chair, she crawled under

the blankets on the sofa. Richard still lay as one dead. What would he be like

when he finally woke up?

 

THE RUSSIAN–Book 3 from Gambler’s Folly

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.

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What sale, you ask? The one over at Smashwords!

All my books on Smashword are 50% off during this last week in July. So through July 31, you can buy any of my books at half the cover price!

In the meantime, I’ve been working on Ben of Blackstone’s Forge. This will be Book 4 from Esperance. The story of Ben Blackstone, the blacksmith’s son and Deborah Wills, the farmer’s daughter, looking for happiness on their magical highland world.

But for now, go over to Smashwords and save!

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Speranza the Series

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