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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

Front cover With Text

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Summer is a great time for reading. Looking for something new to you? How about something from Esperance or Gambler’s Folly?

OK, you’ve heard about the sale going on over at Smashwords. Right? Where all my books are 50% off through July 31?

But maybe you don’t shop at Smashwords. Where else can you find my books?

Amazon

http://bit.ly/Mellie_Am

Books-a-Million

http://bit.ly/MMiller_BAM

Barnes and Noble

http://bit.ly/B_N_authorpage

And don’t forget to search for Sultonna Nadine, my pen name for stand-alones.

So wherever you shop, you can find the books in my series.

Have a great summer and a great weekend!

Speranza the Series

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MOF Woman Rules his heart

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Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov.

He is known as The Russian.

He is a werewolf.

During his lifetime of over 500 years, he has served in the military of many countries, and  worked as a mercenary. He currently works for Interpol’s special division, alongside Damiano, Dante, and the rest of the gang.

But after losing his soul-mate two hundred years ago, he has avoided any serious relationships. Until now.

How could this tiny blond with hazel eyes turn his world upside down?

Watch for The Russian, coming soon from Speranza and Gambler’s Folly!

The next morning he met Dam, Marco, Paulo, and several of the others at the Interpol offices.

Damiano had been “picked up for questioning” earlier in the morning, to keep his cover intact.

As they waited in the break room for the chief to call them back, Dmitri told the others about

meeting his mystery woman the night before.

“I swear to you, I can’t get her scent out of my mind,” he stated as the others laughed in

amusement.

“I had to send my clothes to the cleaners last night.”

“Ah, well,” Marco said. “At least it will be a trip to remember.”

“Definitely,” Dmitri agreed. Sniffing the air, his eyes narrowed as he caught an all too familiar

scent.

“Lilacs and vanilla. She is here. My Danni is here.”

Spinning around, he charged out of the break room toward the accounting department.

Coming through the door, with an armload of files, was Danielle Peters, one of their accountants.

“Danni!” they all heard.

With a quick snap, her head turned toward the crazy Russian, and file folders cascaded to the

floor as she rushed to meet him.

“Dmitri! Why are you here?” she asked, with her arms tightly around him.

“Why are you here? I work for the agency.”

“So do I–in accounts.”

The next thing he knew, he was drawn into a kiss more passionate than the one the night before.

“Dima,” he heard. Intoxicated by the scent and taste of this sweet little female, he turned to stare

into Damiano’s eyes. “I see you’ve met our Danni.”

With a growl, Dmitri answered, “She is not your Danni. She is mine.”

“I am not a threat, my friend. I’m already mated. What I mean is, she is the Danni who works here

in the office with us.”

“I had no idea,” Dmitri answered.

Danni clung to him as if her life depended on it. Looking down into hazel-green eyes, he once again traced her face with his finger before his thumb

caressed her bottom lip. Once more, he leaned down to kiss those pouting lips

and taste the sweetness that was Danni.

“Dmitri Ivanovich! Leave the staff alone and get your shaggy wolf ass in here!”

The chief was irritated.

The growl caught everyone by surprise and shocked the entire office into silence. It was the

sound of an irritated dire-wolf.

“I have arrangements to make. I’ll be there when I’ve finished.”

“Dima! What the hell has gotten into you?” the chief asked.

The growl was louder this time and more menacing. Turning back toward Danni, Dmitri said,

“We need to talk later. But right now, I have an old bear to deal with. I’ll come for you after work.”

Holding her closely, he kissed her again, reveling in the passion she returned. Retreating gently,

he looked into her haunted eyes.

“Mishka,” she said, about a second before she fainted.

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Mel and Gambler's FollyHe’s over 500 years old and has been a lone wolf since his soul mate died 200 years ago. He’s on Gambler’s Folly for business and doesn’t need a mate. But the cute little blond he’s just rescued attracts him like no one has since Ilyena.

Has the universe seen fit to give him a second chance at happiness?

Watch for The Russian later this year. Book 3 from Speranza and Gambler’s Folly!

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Soul-bound lovers

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THE RUSSIAN!

The wolf-shifter, Dmitri, hasn’t had a long-term relationship since he lost his soul mate, Ilyena, two hundred years ago. But the cute, petite blonde he’s met on Gambler’s Folly affects him more than anyone in a long time. Is he ready for a relationship?

How about an 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.

Watch for The Russian later this year, here and on Facebook!

 

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I’ve been working on this WIP for the past few days, trying to get it ready for the editor. Fourth book from Gambler’s Folly, this story introduces Kort Behrens, multi-billionaire bachelor and bear shifter and his old flame, Elizabeth. Heading out to Gambler’s Folly, he intercedes in an altercation and discovers a lady friend from his university days–thirty years ago.

While they’ d been friends and had a lot of fun together,  they’d never dated seriously, so they are both surprised when interests begin to heat up. He sees no problem if romance blossoms, but she is certain she could never fit into his crazy life.

Book 3, The Russian, is currently with the editor, so watch for it later this year.

Short Excerpt from Old Flame:

“As I recall, a long time ago I threatened to spank your bottom,” he teased back.

“Your memory is correct. And I believe I dared you to try it.”

“If you keep it up, I’ll do more than try,” he said and felt his face light up.

“Yeah, right,” she answered. “Think you’re up to all that effort? Rich living

hasn’t slowed you down?”

“Not so you’d notice,” he said.

“I guess I’d better stay on my toes.”

“You’d be easier to kiss that way,” he said before he could keep the words

from coming out of his mouth.

“Who says we’re going to kiss?”

At least, this is what she said, but her face developed a

glow that hadn’t been there before, and her scent grew a little

stronger as the tip of her tongue moistened her lips.

“I do,” he told her. “At least once in this life, I’m going to taste that

pretty mouth of yours. I missed my opportunity thirty years ago,

and I’m not going to wait another thirty years.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No, sweetheart, that’s a promise.”

She must be Elizabeth3

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