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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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Yes, we have an ice cold drizzle falling here today. I’m sure the rain is good for the garden, but I would love a day or two of sunshine.

How about an excerpt?

From GAMBLER’S FOLLY

Karianna woke to the sound of raindrops on the balcony. She had always liked the rain, and had often taken long walks under an umbrella to enjoy the quiet. Tossing the covers back, she rolled out of bed, put on her dressing gown, and went to watch the rain.

Damiano paced the floor, every inch an angry cat. His kiss was brief and unsatisfying, the hug nearly an afterthought. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nasty weather. Rain is depressing.”

“You don’t like the rain?” she asked.

“No.”

“Can you elaborate? I always thought it was kind of nice. So quiet and restful, unless there’s thunder.”

“Elaborate?” he snarled. “Fine. It is wet, it makes spots on my clothes, ruins my shoes and makes my fur all matted and smelly.”

She couldn’t contain her amusement at the image of a large black leopard dripping with water, ears laid back, and snarling at the sky.

“It’s not funny,” Damiano protested. “First I get wet, and then I have to get even wetter to get clean. Most annoying.”

“But you love to swim or take a bubble bath. Why don’t you like the rain? It’s like a shower.”

“It isn’t anything like a shower. It’s cold, you can’t turn it off, and it makes nasty puddles everywhere.”

“Alright, so we won’t go out sightseeing today. We can stay in and relax.”

“How can I relax with that noise?”

“Really, Dam, it’s not that loud. We can put on some music or watch a movie.” After waiting for some sort of answer, she gave up on conversation. “Fine. I’m making some coffee. If you want any, come in the kitchen.”

Still chuckling to herself, Karianna turned on the tap, let the water run so it would be fresh, and put a coffee packet into the machine. Pushing the button to turn it on, she heard it filling. So she closed the tap in the sink and went in to relax on the sofa until the coffee was ready.

Her usually even-tempered husband stood, arms crossed over his chest, glaring out the glass doors at the pouring rain. If he’d been in his cat form, his ears would have been laid flat against his head, tail lashing.

“Damiano, if you don’t like the weather, draw the drapes and come sit down.” She heard a low, chesty growl in return. “Don’t you growl at me, Damiano Leone. I’ll come over and smack your nose again.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he retorted, his head snapping around.

“Well, I’m not going to stay in all day with a sulky leopard. So either close the drapes and shut out the rain, or go back to bed and sleep it off. But don’t ruin my day being snarky.”

“If you like the rain so much, why don’t you go for a walk and let me sulk? And if you get all wet and filthy, don’t complain to me about it.”

“I do not believe what I’m hearing. One of the most powerful men on the planet, and a great big leopard as well, and you’re put off by a little water falling from the sky? Really, Tiger, get a grip.”

The sound of the coffeemaker turning off got her attention, so she stormed back to the kitchen, trying to control her temper. Pouring a cup of the aromatic brew, she took it back into the living room, so she could stretch out on the sofa.

Sniffing the air, Damiano watched her get comfortable before asking, “Did you bring me any coffee?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“But I always have coffee in the morning,” he said, whining.

“When you can be civil, I’ll bring you some coffee. If you can’t be civil, get it yourself. I don’t cater to spoiled brats. Or cats.”

She might as well have slapped him from the look he gave her. Stomping into the bedroom, he slammed the door. “Well,” she murmured under her breath. “Great big pussycat has his tail in a knot this morning.”

“I’m not a pussycat and my tail is not in a knot,” he shouted through the door. “But I have very good hearing.”

“Then hear this, pussycat,” she shouted back. “You can either get over your damn self, or you’re in time-out. I will not put up with this.”

After her third cup of coffee and a couple croissants, the bedroom door opened and Damiano stepped back into the room. She ignored him.

“Karianna,” she heard, in a gentle, apologetic tone. “I’m sorry, Karianna. The rain and the darkness, they put me in a bad mood.”

“Did you have to take it out on me?” she asked tersely.

“No, cara. That was wrong. The rain is not your fault, and it is good for the growing things outside. Even if I don’t like it, it is necessary.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad morning, lover.”

“It is alright, now?” he asked, so very much like a little boy who was sent to his room until he could behave.

“Yes, come over and sit down,” she answered, patting the sofa with her hand.

Damiano padded quietly over to where she sat, looked down at her with big, questioning eyes and asked, “May I have some coffee now, carissima?”

And don’t forget Book 2–DANTE’S ANGEL

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And this is the time of year to do it. The weather is cooler, nights are longer, and it’s nice to cuddle in front of the fire.

So what’s in store?

I have a new book coming out in December under a pen name–Sultonna Nadine. I’ve decided to use Mellie Miller for my series, but Sultonna for the stand-alones. So watch for Master of the Fleet.

http://bit.ly/MasteroftheFleet_SW

 

How about a little excerpt?

“Milord, are you Lord Sir Richard of Côte d’Or?” the lad asked nervously.

“I am.”

“There is a priest to see you and your lady, sir. If you’ll follow me.”

Looking at Anne-Marie, he saw true fear in her eyes. That was too damned bad. She had made her bed, now she would lie in it and please him. How many times had she played this game?

He rose from the table and motioned for Anne-Marie. The lad led them out of the banquet hall and into a small guest room

“Lord Richard? I’m Père Michel. His Excellency sent for me,” the priest began.

“I’m sorry to have called you out on such short notice, Père,” Richard told the man.

“This is all very unusual, milord. Perhaps you would enlighten me as to the circumstances surrounding this event.”

Sighing deeply, Richard gave his account of the trip, the festival, and the evening, as concisely as possible. He tried not to show prejudice. After all, the mere facts of the matter were enough.

Père Michel stood silently for a moment after he had finished, digesting the information. With a nod of his head, he turned to Anne-Marie.

“Is there anything you would like to add, refute, deny, or show differently?” he asked.

Anne-Marie was quiet for so long Richard thought she would deny everything. But looking from him to the priest, she shook her head, and in a small but clear voice said, “No, Père. Nothing to add or refute. I wish I had held my temper. Truly I do. I don’t think I would have killed him. But aside from that, the facts are much as he stated them.”

“Do you have regrets?” he asked.

“I regret my actions earlier this evening, yes,” she said.

“Milord Richard, you have had some time to think this through and calm yourself. Are you certain this is what you desire?”

“Yes, it is,” Richard answered flatly.

“Milady, will you marry willingly? If you will not, speak now. I will not bind you unless you are willing, no matter the cause.”

Again she was quiet for a moment.

“Considering the alternatives to marriage, I wed willingly. Had events not transpired as they had, I would answer differently. But I will wed Lord Richard, if he wills it.”

“Is there anything else I should know before we begin? If not, bring out your witnesses and we will conduct the ceremony.”

Richard had nothing else to say and apparently Anne-Marie didn’t either. Once the witnesses were present, the ceremony began. The group passed through the front gates into the courtyard, to stand in the presence of the heavens.

Those in the wedding party removed their shoes to stand on earth. With hands raised, eyes to the heavens, the priest began to intone the opening words of the marriage oath.

“In the presence of God, I call upon heaven and earth, water and fire, wind and spirit, to witness the union of Lord Richard LeMarnier and Anne-Marie Desplaines…”

They made it through the ceremony without complications. He used the ring he’d bought for their betrothal for her wedding ring. She used his signet ring for his. These represented Earth, the metal having come from the ground. Candles lit during the ceremony represented fire, the couple was sprinkled with water, and the kiss represented an exchange of spirit. As the ceremony continued under the stars, the evening breeze swept around them, caressing them and adding its seal to the union. Arcane symbols bound their vows to each of the elements.

Bound by God and the six elements of creation, their human representatives bearing witness and completing the perfect ring of seven, the marriage was sealed by the priest, and recorded.

As their wedding had been unplanned, Richard was startled when a fanfare blared and their union was announced as they returned to the banquet. Anne-Marie must have been as shocked as he was. His arm around her waist kept her from falling, as she stumbled through the entrance.

 

Don’t Forget…

     ….to Share the Romance…

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And here it is, the next to last weekend in July. Where has summer gone?

I am in a quandary. This summer I’ve published two books, one in each series. Now, I have other books planned for each, but I also have a couple stand-alones which are nearly ready to publish.

My question is–which would you rather see?

A sequel to Esperance?

A sequel to Speranza–following Dante’s Angel?

Or a stand-alone in an alternate timeline of America, with paranormal aspects?

Right at the moment, I’m leaning toward the stand-alone, but  I would like your opinion.

Either comment here, or go to http://www.facebook.com/meleighscreations and leave a comment.

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Who’s ready for a sneak peek at Dante’s Angel?

You?

Well, here you go! Here’s Chapter 1!

Chapter 1

“Karianna! We’re going to miss the flight,” Damiano shouted from the front door. “Anything you forget we can buy on the shuttle or once we get to Rome.”

Damiano was the classical Mediterranean male–tall, with dark hair and gray eyes. His wife, Karianna, was tall, with dark hair and mischievous green eyes.

He’d sent the luggage down to the car already and was simply waiting for his wife to get her personal bag. At the rate she was going, she would take everything in her wardrobe.

“All right, Dam. Ready.”

“Benissimo, cara,” he said as he kissed her.

They finally made it to the car. Marco was driving and Paulo was in the front with him. His two friends and team mates were also going back to Earth for the wedding. Dante was going as well. Marco and Paulo were a little older than Damiano, but they looked like they could be relatives. Dante was the youngest member of the team, but shared their Mediterranean heritage.

“Marco, where is Dante?”

“He said he would meet us at the spaceport. He’ll be there, Damiano. I think he needed a little independence.”

The drive took about half an hour through traffic. Being one of the major ports on Gambler’s Folly, made Speranza exceptionally suitable for hotel and entertainment ventures. Damiano had certainly done well for the family there.

“So, cara, what do you want to do when we get to Rome?” he asked Karianna, his lovely wife.

“I have no idea,” she admitted. “I’ve never even been to Europe. What is there to do in Rome?”

“So much, Kari, so very much to do and see. Since we will be in there for only one day this time, we’ll decide on one venture when we get there.”

They had chosen to take a day for themselves once they reached Earth, before his family overwhelmed Karianna with their well-wishes and wedding plans.

Yes, they were married, but his mother insisted on a cathedral wedding, one they could share with the family. His was an old, religious family and his mother was not entirely happy about their civil marriage.

Once they arrived at the spaceport, they left their things with the porters. Given Damiano’s standing on Gambler’s Folly, their boarding was expedited, which made the whole trip so much more bearable. Their suite was ready when they boarded and their luggage arrived soon after they did. Marco and Paolo were in adjacent rooms, and Dante had a smaller room across the hallway.

Speaking to Marco, Dam asked, “Have we heard from Dante yet?”

“Yes. He’s in the process of boarding now. Has he travelled much before?”

“I don’t think so. Why?”

“He seems uncomfortable, uneasy. Maybe it’s simply nerves about the trip.”

****

Dante had waited as long as he could before he left for the shuttle. He’d never been off-planet before and was homesick before they even left. The rest of the party was already on board and enjoying the amenities before he even got to customs.

On top of it, the whole reason for the trip was the wedding, yet another reminder that he was single and had no prospects at the moment. And here was Damiano, with everything in the world going for him, going to Earth to marry his mate, his bond-mate. It just wasn’t fair.

What was wrong with him? He glanced at his reflection in one of the large plate windows. All right, he wasn’t as tall as Damiano, Marco, or Paulo, but he wasn’t a midget. He was six feet tall and around one hundred eighty-five pounds, with no fat to spare. Dark hair and dark eyes completely the look, from his Mediterranean heritage.

He’d been told he could be mistaken for Damiano’s younger brother, but it didn’t seem to do him much good. He was awkward in crowds and women tied his tongue in knots before he even started talking. He hadn’t had a date in over a month, and now he was going to a wedding on a planet he’d never seen.

Sighing deeply, he answered the questions at the customs desk, handed over his papers, jumped through all the hoops, and finally boarded the shuttle.

“May I help you?” the older man asked.

“Yes. I’m trying to find my berth,” Dante said.

“Ah! Take the lift to the fourth level, turn right, and it will be on your right.”

“Thanks.”

Trudging to the lift, he followed the instructions, used his pass card on the door, and took a look around.

His suite was nearly as big as his apartment, he decided. He’d have to thank Damiano for his generosity. Of course, they would be on the shuttle for a week. At least he wouldn’t go stir crazy. He stowed his luggage in the wardrobe and checked the time.

Pushing the button on his communicator, he checked in with Marco.

“Did you have any trouble, Dante?”

“No, sir. Just huge crowds of people. But I’m in my room now, so everything is good.”

“All our rooms are across the hall from yours. Damiano suggested we all get together for dinner, around seven this evening. But until then, relax and enjoy the trip.”

“When do we lift off?” Dante asked.

“In about an hour. They’ll make an announcement. Follow the instructions and you’ll be fine. It’s much like flying, but the take-off is a little stronger. Don’t worry, amico. I’ve done it several times.”

With nothing else to do, a nap sounded like a good idea. Slipping out of his shoes and jacket, he dropped onto the bed and closed his eyes. Maybe he could at least dream of happy times.

****

“Marco, is everything all right with Dante?” Karianna asked.

“Sì, signora. He’s a little nervous about leaving Gambler’s Folly. He was born here and has no family on Earth. He’ll be fine once we’re underway.”

“If you’re sure,” she said reluctantly. The first time she’d left her home planet, she’d been lost on a bet, divorced from her husband, and married to the strongest of the underworld syndicate bosses—Damiano Leone.

“Should someone go check on him?” she asked.

“Cara mia, he’ll be fine. He’s probably taking a nap. We’ll see him for dinner this evening,” Damiano assured her.

It wasn’t long before the lift-off announcement was made. As far as Karianna was concerned, this was the worst part of the trip. Flying always affected her in the same way. Too much imagination.

At least it didn’t last long. Marco called to check on Dante after lift-off. He chuckled as he ended the call.

“So, how is he?” she asked.

“Dio! He’ll be fine. He swears he’s never doing it again, though how he plans to return to Gambler’s Folly without it, I don’t know.”

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Karianna reflected. “The one from Earth to here was worse.”

“Don’t worry wo much, cara,” Damiano told her. “Why don’t we send these guys on their way and see what there is to do?”

Knowing her mate, she had a good idea what he meant.

Their friends took their leave, so she was soon alone with her husband.

“So, cara, I think it’s time to enjoy this most comfortable bed, don’t you think? And from what I’ve heard about your last trip, I doubt you’ve ever been loved on an intergalactic flight.”

“Time for a first then, isn’t it?” she answered as his hands unzipped her dress, before they corrected the oversight.

Karianna showered after their lovemaking and decided on a nap before dinner. Later, when she tried to stretch, she was wrapped in Damiano’s embrace. Snuggling deeper into his arms, she drifted off once again.

“Karianna, cara. Time to dress for dinner,” she heard. The kiss did more to wake her up.

“I suppose we should go to dinner,” she said, as her stomach rumbled. “Unless you want to come back to bed.”

“Now, cara, you know we’re all meeting for dinner this evening. We can go back to bed later.”

“Promises, promises.”

“You want promises, cara?” Damiano asked her. “I promise you, before I finish with you later, you’ll be begging.”

“You’ve got rather a high opinion of yourself,” she teased.

A fierce kiss and swat on her bottom told her the night was going to be exciting.

“Now, come on. Put on some clothes before I change my mind.”

When they finally arrived in the dining room to meet the rest of their party, Karianna was still slightly flustered. Damiano’s friends had made an effort this evening. Even Dante was well dressed for dinner. Why he never seemed to have a girlfriend, Karianna couldn’t figure out. He was good-looking, intelligent, and had plenty of money.

“To the most beautiful woman in my world,” was Damiano’s toast to start off the evening. She’d finally gotten used to his flattery. Her first husband never made her feel pretty, let alone beautiful.

Dinner was tasty and the atmosphere around the table relaxed. These four men had worked together for a long time, through dangerous situations. But they had welcomed her into their circle and made her feel safe, even though “safe” could be a relative term around Damiano and his business.

“Dante, are you settling in all right?” she asked.

“Sì, Signora. The lift-off was sort of tense, but I’m fine now.”

“Are you ready for your first look at Earth?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know what to expect. Everyone tells me it is special, but how can it be any better than Gambler’s Folly?”

“I think it’s the history of humanity there,” she explained. “I haven’t been back since I left nearly two years ago. I want to find out how I react to coming home again.”

“I’ve never been anywhere but Gambler’s Folly. Everyone else here has ties to Earth but me. I feel like an outsider, in a way. Everyone else is coming home, but I have no home to go to.”

“Dante,” Damiano said. “My home is yours. We’re all brothers here—except for Kari, of course. And once Mama meets you, you’ll have trouble leaving.”

“If you say, Damiano. If you say.”

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Hope your weekend is wonderful.

What are you reading today?

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Small Formal Black2Here’s another year come and gone, and I have to say I’m happy with it. I published Jareth, First Lord with FreedomInk365 this year and have the sequel, Viviane, First Lady,  in the hands of the editor.

I’m working on the third book in the Jareth series and I have one more novel, slightly different in nature, to publish later next year. Not to mention at least two others that are in the “nearly finished” stages.

I’ve also made a little headway into getting my Reiki and Access Bars business up and running. It’s starting a little slowly, but that is to be expected out here in rural America.

What would like to see in this blog in the New Year? I’ll be writing about FreedomInk events and my writing of course, but what else would be of interest?

Comment below or visit my Facebook page and leave a message.

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Have you read Jareth, First Lord yet?

Amazon… http://amzn.com/0989678644
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Books-A-Million… http://bit.ly/1yytM27

Indie Bound… http://bit.ly/1stZmXI

 

If you’re interested in paranormal fantasy romance, check out Gambler’s Folly. (Mainstream sensual, M/F, HEA)

 

http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Gamblers-Folly-Bookstrand-Publishing-Romance/Mellie-E-Miller/9781627405843?id=6142571080981

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/gamblers-folly-mellie-e-miller/1116472748?ean=9781627405843

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

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

http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781627405843

 

Wishing you a blessed and happy New Year!

 

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Black and whiteIn Jareth, First Lord, we enter a world ruled by families with psychic abilities. While there are people among the general population with minor abilities, usually limited to one talent, the rulers have multiple talents.

If you could choose one psychic ability, what would it be? Would you choose mental telepathy so you could communicate without speaking? How about teleportation, the ability to move yourself to a different location with the power of your mind?

Maybe you’d rather have telekinesis, the ability to move objects around without physically touching them. I think that could be rather a lot of fun at times…

Or those of you who would love to help others through illness or injury might choose to be a healer, someone who could tap into the energy of the universe and channel it to make others whole again.

I know some people who could use empathy. This is the ability to feel and match the emotions of others. Seems like a wonderful talent for a counselor to have. Perhaps a trained empath could match emotions with someone needing help, and then modify them. Sort of like a hands on psychiatrist–treatment without drugs.

So what would you choose? And why would you choose it?

Have you ordered your copy of Jareth, First Lord? 

http://www.freedomink365.com/jarethfirstlord

For news about Jareth, First Lord and future releases:

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Don’t forget—

    —to Share the Romance

                                ~~Mellie Miller~~

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Hello to everyone out there. Hope your summer has started out wonderfully.  I think summer has officially arrived in Georgia.

But I need you to help me out. I’m trying to boost my Facebook page, Meleigh’s Creations, which is all about my writing.

If you like this blog, please go and like my Facebook page as well. Check back there for more frequent updates on my books, my summer, and what’s happening in my writing world.

https://www.facebook.com/MeleighsCreations

The 100th Like will receive a free copy of Gambler’s Folly, signed by the author.

Have a great summer!

 

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Black and whiteOK folks, April is Poetry Month. And FreedomInk Publishing is having a Pledge to Recite Poetry competition. Record you reciting your favorite poem, upload it, and the ones with the most votes go on YouTube.

Pretty cool, huh?

You can find my first contribution on their page.

https://www.facebook.com/events/235506119969550

This first one is in French, but I posted a translation for everyone. Unfortunately, it can’t capture what I love most about the poem, so listen to the French version.

And don’t forget, if you don’t have your copy of Gambler’s Folly yet, go on over to Amazon and order a copy.

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

And coming soon, from FreedomInk365 will be Jareth: First Lord,  a second edition to open a path for the sequel, Viviane: First Lady.

So keep your eyes open and check back here for news of the releases.

Ciao amici miei!

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