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Posted in Fantasy Fiction, Fantasy Romance, Mellie Miller, paranormal fantasy romance, Romance, tagged Esperance the series, Gambler's Folly, Jareth First Lord, mellie miller, Viviane First Lady on November 8, 2016| Leave a Comment »
I know it has been a while since I’ve posted anything, but life has a way of getting busy. So what’s been happening around here?
Morgan–The Pixie and the Green Man is still waiting for the cover art. With any luck, it’ll be out soon.
In the meantime, it is NaNoWriMo time! I’ve decided to join in the fun and get started on the first sequel to Gambler’s Folly–Dante’s Angel.
You’ll remember Dante from Gambler’s Folly, perhaps. One of Dam’s inner group, he is also the youngest and least experienced. But I loved the idea of giving him his own story.
Ready for an excerpt?
DANTE’S ANGEL
“Nothing to say, Dante?” Karianna asked.
“Nothing.”
“Cat got your tongue?” Angela asked. The lilting, musical tones of her voice drew him like a siren’s song.
The challenge issued with the remark came from behind those beautiful eyes, the color of tiger’s-eye, framed by long, thick lashes, which she fluttered at him.
Of all the responses he could give, none of them seemed appropriate, and one or two of them were downright rude. While her wit wasn’t necessarily at odds with her beauty, the two in conjunction did hamper his thought processes.
“Signorina, when I play with kittens, it is not my tongue which is in danger.”
What had just come out of his mouth? He suddenly wanted to disappear from the face of the planet and he didn’t care where he emerged. She sat with her eyes wide and her mouth open, apparently shocked at his answer.
The table erupted with laughter as the two of them locked gazes. In a moment, she dropped her eyes, tossed her thick tresses over her shoulder and said, “I don’t believe we’ve met. And I’m not sure we should.”
“I see. It’s fine for you to wound a stranger, but not for him to defend himself. I am Dante Bonfiglio, of Speranza on Gambler’s Folly. My family was originally from Sicilia, though this is the first time I have been to Earth. Now we can fence as friends, rather than as strangers.”
Again, she seemed to search for a comeback and simply stared at him. Time to get back to dinner, perhaps. With a nod in her direction he turned back to his plate.
“Dante! It is a first. I can’t remember the last time anyone left Angela speechless,” Damiano exclaimed. “Well done.”
“Speechless? I am not speechless, but I don’t see any point in encouraging such an attitude. Rude!”
“Angela mia,” Signora Leone said, still chuckling. “You were speechless and, if rudeness were a sin, you would be as guilty as Dante. Maybe you’ve finally met your match.”
“I don’t think so, zia Caterina. Never would I be associated with a man as arrogant as he is.”
“You mean like you and the rest of your family?” Damiano added.
“I am not arrogant.”
“Oh? Maybe you are just rude.”
“Damiano, when it comes to rude and arrogant, you take first place.”
“Then you are a close second, cugina. Perhaps Dante is the man to take you in hand.”
“Not in this lifetime.”
How had he managed to get involved in this old family feud? And how had he let his mouth get out of control? He was normally shy, not adding much to conversations. One remark without thinking and he was embroiled in a family dispute, which, though friendly, was a little closer to the family Leone than he cared to be.
“Dante, since the brat won’t introduce herself,” Damiano said, “this is my cousin, Angela diGatti, from my mother’s side.”
“Piacere, signorina,” Dante replied. “Pleased to meet you, miss.”
“Humph…” was all she said.
“And now who is being rude?” Signora Leone asked. “Maybe this is why you have no boyfriend.”
“Who needs a boyfriend?” the young woman answered.
“Who is always wishing someone would ask her out in the evening?” her aunt countered.
“Fine. Think what you will.”
“Well, there’s nothing like a spat to get a relationship off to a good start,” the signora said with a smile. She reached for the olive oil to season her pasta.
“No!” he and Angela said together, looking daggers across the table. Once again the dining room erupted with mirth.
“This should make for interesting times,” Damiano said, wiping tears from his face.
I’ll keep you posted on my progress. At the moment, I have 22, 828 words written on Dante’s Angel. With a 50,000 word goal for the NaNoWriMo, I should be good. And after the first 50,000, I’ll see how much more it will take to finish it.
Watch for Morgan–The Pixie and the Green Man and Dante’s Angel.
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Posted in Fantasy Fiction, Fantasy Romance, tagged Esperance the series, Fantasy romance, Jareth First Lord, mellie miller, Viviane First Lady on August 31, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Hello everyone!
I know many of you keep up with Jareth and Viviane on Facebook through their book pages. But times are changing!
Since this is turning into a series, I’ve decided to combine all the books on one page, for the convenience of keeping track of it all.
The new page can be found here:
http://www.facebook.com/esperanceseries
I’ll take the other two pages down tomorrow. So if you follow either one of them–Jareth First Lord or Viviane First Lady, go on over to Esperance and Like the page.
And watch for The Pixie and the Green Man! It will also be on the Esperance page
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Catch you later!
Posted in Fantasy Fiction, Fantasy Romance, Fiction books, tagged Esperance Series, Jareth First Lord, mellie miller, Viviane First Lady on June 29, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Now that Jareth, First Lord and Viviane, First lady are available in audio, what’s next for yours truly and Esperance?
Morgan–The Pixie and the Green Man
I loved the character of Morgan so much in the first book, I decided to give her a story of her own. And, of course, we need to meet the man who wins her heart, James Ferguson. He was one of the men who came to her rescue when she was attacked by Ian McConnaugh in Jareth, First Lord.
What do we know about Morgan?
“She had a beautiful smile, when she could be coaxed into it. Her straight black hair was cut to about chin length and drew attention to her face, with its cute upturned nose and dazzling eyes. When she was happy, those eyes were an intense shade of blue. But when upset or angry, her eyes became the gray of a loch on a cloudy day.
“There was an energy around her which was nearly visible. It was like diamond dust dancing in a sunbeam. He thought it was this energy that drew him to her. She was so small, though, not even reaching his shoulder, like a tiny, raven-haired pixie with blue-gray eyes.”
What about James?
He’s very tall, with sun-streaked sandy brown hair, bright green eyes that twinkle with mischief, and dimples. His family owns the lumberyard in town, not far from the market where Morgan works. He makes a good living from the family business, which he will inherit. And like all the Fergusons, he has a way with wood.
Here’s an excerpt:
“I could never do gymnastics. The closest I come to that is dancing. And I have two left feet.”
“Two left feet? Don’t be silly,” she said, her eyes deepening into a beautiful shade of blue.
“Really. Let me show you.” He reached for her right hand with his left and swung around to face her. “How about a waltz?”
Morgan’s mouth opened as she stared at him, but it was too late. He had already begun their dance past the restaurant.
“James! We can’t dance down the pavement,” she said in amazement, though following his lead.
“Why not? There’s no law against it.”
“No, but everyone is watching. What will people think?”
“That we’re happy?”
“That we’re insane!”
“Same thing,” he countered.
With the market once again in view, he twirled her away from him and back to his side. With a comical bow, he added, “As milady wishes. A nice, dignified stroll to take the air.”
Standing straight, shoulders back, and with a most serious look on his face, he altered his pace to match his statement.
“You are incorrigible.”
“So I’m told. Frequently,” he added. “But it did make you smile.”
“Well, maybe.”
“Ah. There it is again, the illusive creature. You should let it out more often, before it dies from lack of attention.”
“Are you ever serious?” she asked.
“Only when it is absolutely necessary. And here we are, back at the market.”
So watch for Book 3 in the Esperance Series–Morgan–The Pixie and the Green Man. If you liked Jareth and Viviane, you’ll love Morgan and James!
Until later…
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