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A preview of what’s to come, actually.

As you know, if you’ve read any of the series, there are currently three books available. But, with any luck at all, the next book will be out later this year–Old Flame.

They met at university, graduated and haven’t seen each other since, until they meet by chance on their way to Gambler’s Folly. While they’d never been more than friends, hadn’t even seriously dated, there was an attraction now they couldn’t ignore. But can she fit into his very public world?

Here’s a little teaser–

“How particular can you be if you’re keeping company with me?” she teased.

“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.”

After Old Flame we have Scotch and Soulmates. Paul is from the British nobility working for Interpol as a profler. Since he’s also an expert on expensive Scotch, he’s helping out on Gambler’s Folly with counterfeit liquors. Sophia is from the Bronx and a radical feminist, who takes ain instant dislike to Paul, even if she is attracted to him. Mother Nature is going to have fun with these two.

Teaser:

“How do you feel about Paul?” Kari asked.

“He’s arrogant, annoying, smug, and too confident for his own good. He makes me want to crack that composure and see the man underneath the mask. Nobody is that calm all the time.”

“Dangerous territory, Sophia. Once you let the wolf out of the cage, it can be difficult to put him back into it.”

“Oh, I don’t want to let him out, just see him snarl a little, and show he’s actually human.”

“And how does he feel about you?”

“No idea, but I don’t think we’re destined to be best friends.”

“No. But I wouldn’t be surprised to find out you’re soul mates.”

“Be serious! I can’t be around the man for five minutes before my inner bitch comes out,” Sophia answered.

“Then why is your scent changing?” Kari asked. “How does his scent affect you?”

Sophia thought back to the conference room and the scent which slowly filled the space. Visions of heather in bloom, with hints of rich loam, and the sea, overlaid lightly with musk had called to her, building her tensions higher.

“That’s what I thought,” Kari said with a laugh. “His scent attracts  you.”

“No, I refuse to take a mate, especially an arrogant Englishman.”

And after this is Unwilling Soulmates. Trevor is originally from Scotland and has worked on Gambler’s Folly for three years up in the Crystal Mountains region. Recently transferred to Speranza, Theresa takes one look at him and immediately dislikes him, but won’t tell anyone why. The tension becomes so difficult around the office, Trevor stops coming into the office and teleconferences with the team when needed.

So when Theresa shows up on the beach during one of his weekend camping trips, he is confused, angry, and completely blindsided when she thows down her mating challenge.

Teaser

“All right, you two. Enough,” Dima barked. “Can we see if there is a way to get past this?”

“Whatever,” the crazy woman answered.

“Now that you’ve worked with Trevor, read his reports, and talked to the guys he works with in the field, don’t you think you could give him a chance to prove himself, rather than instantly relegating him to some ridiculous category?”

“I just don’t like him,” she stated. “Am I not allowed to have a personal dislike for someone?”

“As long as you keep it under wraps at work. But that’s not what you’ve been doing,” Dima told her. “I now have one of my team working from home, with minimal contact with the rest of us, because you can’t control your attitude.”

“Like I said, I can’t seem to control my mouth or emotions around him.”

“What, exactly, have I done to you?” Trevor asked. “I’ve been polite, stayed out of your way, and rearranged my workout to accommodate your schedule. Hell, I even sent you flowers.”

“And we all know you meant them as some sort of insult, you bastard,” she shouted at him. “Was that some crack about my social life? How exactly did you mean those weeds?”

“They weren’t meant as an insult, though at the moment, I doubt I like you any better than you like me. As for being a bastard, I am well acquainted with my father. As a matter of fact, we currently have a good relationship. I’m sure he wouldn’t approve of you or your attitude any more than I do.”

“Is that a fact?” she asked. “And why wouldn’t he approve of me? Too low in the income bracket for his tastes?”

“No. He prefers it if I see women who know how to be ladies instead of screeching harpy fishwives,” Trevor answered, keeping his tone conversational.

“Screeching? Harp… Fishwives?” she sputtered.

“I could have called you an SOB,” he returned.

“Why would you call me a son of a bitch? I am nobody’s son,” she demanded.

“Sorry. In this instance it stands for selfish obnoxious bitch.”

So there’s the lineup from Gambler’s Folly. Sorry you’ll have to wait a bit, but editing takes time. But don’t worry. There is another series and some stand alones coming your way as well.

Looking for books already published? Check out my author profile on Amazon!

So, ciao for now, and as always,

Don’t Forget…

...to Share the Romance…

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I swear, Mother Nature needs to get back on her meds or something. Maybe see a shrink. She seems stuck in bitch mode. Yesterday was a little chilly and rainy, but not really cold. I think it was in the mid-50’s And during the night the temperatures slowly climbed until it was around 60 degrees this morning.

Of course, since then, the temperatures have been dropping, with an expected low in the 20’s tonight. From spring to winter in one overnight jump. Our animals can’t figure out what to do. Should we grow fur and feathers or begin shedding again?

What am I saying? I can’t figure out what to do either. I have winter clothes out, summer clothes out, clothes everywhere. And I’m still not comfortable. I’m either too hot or too cold, but never quite comfortable.

In the meantime, I’m working on the next book in the Esperance Series. No, not the next one for you, but the next one in the series I’m writing. The next one for you, Too Many Talents, is in its final edit. And after that will be Ben of Blackstone’s Forge. Finally we’ll get to the one I’m working on now, Gregor Thayne.

Yes, I do have new books planned, but they take a little while for me to get them out to you.

But if you haven’t read the first books in the series, this would be a good weekend to give them a try.

Why?

All the Esperance books are on sale this weekend over at Smashwords. Take your pick, or pick all three. They’re only $0.99 each through Sunday evening.

Come on. You can’t even buy a cup of coffee for that any more. And at Smashwords, you can choose which format ebook you need for your reader.

So keep warm. Or cool. Or whatever it is you need today. Maybe Mother Nature will get her act together soon.

But before I go, how about a small excerpt from Too Many Talents?

Too Many Talents

Excerpt from Chapter 2–Connell

“But Mom, why do I have to go live with Grandpa? I want to stay here with you,” Connell complained for the hundredth time.

“You know why, young man,” his mother scolded. “And as soon as your father and I can take care of everything here, we’ll join you.”

“But how long will that be?” he asked, rolling his blue eyes at her. “I don’t know why we have to go anyway. I don’t want to be First Lord.”

“Now that is enough. We don’t have time for this. You’re ten years old and you know better.”

“I’m almost eleven,” he countered.

“Then start acting like it,” his mother snapped, exasperation beginning to show.

“But what about all my friends? I won’t have any friends there,” he continued.

“I’m sure you’ll make new friends.”

“But I like my old ones.”

“Connell, find something to do besides complain, or I’ll find something for you to do.”

“Fine!”

The little boy of almost eleven spun on his heel and ran out the door. Arriving at his favorite spot by the stream, he dropped down onto a large gray boulder and fought back the tears. No, he would not cry. Selecting a flat stone from the bank, he skipped it expertly across the water.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there before he heard someone behind him.

“Connell? Can I sit with you?”

Great! The voice could only be little Nell. She was all right for a girl, but, well, she was a girl. And she was always trying to help him with whatever he was doing. Two years younger than he was, they’d grown up together in the village, and he’d always liked her, even though she could be annoying.

“I guess. Sure,” he answered with a sigh.

He turned to give the little blonde, blue-eyed girl a hand so she wouldn’t slip on the bank. Once seated on the rock bench, she smoothed her flowered frock down over her knees.

“What are you doing down here? I thought you guys were moving.”

“Mom’s mad and told me to find something to do. So I came down to skip stones.”

“I could never do that. Can you show me?”

Even if she was a girl, Nell took his mind away from his problems. They skipped stones until the light began to fade.

“We should probably go back, Nell,” he told the little girl. “Mom was mad before I came down here. If I’m too late getting back, it won’t help anything.”

“Will I see you before you go, Connell?” she asked.

“I guess. We’ll be here a few days yet, and anyway, I’ll come back sometimes.”

“Can I still be your friend when you’re First Lord?”

“Of course. Why couldn’t you?”

“I don’t know. I just wondered. Thanks, Connell.”

About a week later, over the weekend, his father got the cart ready for the trip to Belfort Manor. Connell had determined ahead of time not to cry, no matter what, at least until they were out of town.

Though his mother said she was fine, he saw a few tears threatening to fall before he looked away. He so wished his parents could come with him right now. The idea of living with his grandfather, the First Lord, was intimidating

Of course, Nell had been there, tearful, and sure she’d never see him again. The pretty little bouquet of wildflowers was a sweet gesture, and after a quick hug, she buried her face in her mother’s skirt with a big sob.

“He’s not going away forever, Nell,” his mother had said. “He’s going to train his skills so he’ll be a good First Lord.”

So Ciao for now, and as always…

Don’t Forget…

…to Share the Romance…

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Yes, all the books from my Esperance Series are on sale this weekend! If you’re like me, you love a book sale. I have several series I’ve started I need to finish. Since they’re all several books long, I wait for a sale to stock up.

And you can do the same!

Just go to Smashwords and check it out. All three books in the current series are on sale for only $0.99 each! Full length novels you can sit back and get into.

So if you’re looking for a place to get away, Esperance may be what you’re looking for–a place from an earlier time, ruled by psychic lords, and normal, everyday people with maybe a touch of Talent to make life a little easier for them.

Book1–Jareth First Lord

Book 2–Viviane, First Lady

Book 3–Morgan–The Pixie and the Green Man

Get one or get all at this special weekend price.

And watch for the next one in the series later this year:

Too Many Talents, Book 4.

I’ll let you know when it is available!

And as always,

Don’t Forget…

...to Share the Romance…

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Yes,January 1 is the last day of the year end book sale over at Smashwords. So if you haven’t checked it out, now is definitely the time.

Is everyone ready for the New Year? What do you have planned for the weekend? We’re just going to hang out with the cats and enjoy the quiet of the countryside.

But if you’re looking for something to read, head on over to the sale. And for tonight and tomorrow only, you’ll find a special discount on all my books for the last hurrah of the season.

Hope your Christmas holiday was great and wishing you a wonderful, magical new year.

From all the folks on Gambler’s Folly, Esperance, and the Cote d’Or

Happy New Year!

And as always…

Don’t Forget…

…to Share the Romance…

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Oh, yes, I know that.

But it’s also the season for the Smashwords End of Year Sale! Thousands of books all on sale during these last couple weeks of December. The sale begins today and lasts through Jan. 1, 2022.

And all my books, by both Mellie Miller and Sultonna Nadine, are included in this sale! So if you love ebooks, or have started a series and want to read more, now is the time. If you’re like me, this time of year can get a bit tedious. Right now we have rainy weather, which makes it uncomfortable to take a walk. The holidays are here, but you might not want to go visiting just now. Sometimes family can be overwhelming.

But you want to go somewhere…

Why not take a fantasy trip to another world?

And I have three to choose from!

Esperance is more of a frontier world, with not much in the way of technology. But when it comes to psychic abilities, they have it in spades. Ruled by multi-talented First Lords, this is a place where technology is replaced by psychic abilities: telekinesis, telepathy, teleportation, energy healing, and abilities I don’t even have names for.

Gambler’s Folly is a futuristic world, a pleasure world where you can find anything you’d like. The vacation spot for the galaxy, our cast of characters work for the Special Division of Interpol. Composed of agebts who are shifters of various sorts, follow them as they search for contraband and find their soulmates.

Master of the Fleet is written uner the name Sultonna Nadine and is a stand alone book. In a world where magic is real, Richard LeMarnier is a weather shaper and master of the fleet for his family’s merchant fleet on the northwestern coast of what we know as America. He thinks he’s found the woman of his dreams, but she never intends to marry. For Anne-Marie, he is just another rich mark to be taken for all she can get before she moves to greener pastures. When her temper gets the better of her, they find themselves bound not only by marriage vows, but by a blood oath. Can they find a happily ever after?

So take a virtual trip to another world. And if I don’t meet with you again before the holidays, have a safe and wonderful holiday!

And Don’t Forget…

...to Share the Romance…

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Yes, it is that time of year for celebrations. Thanksgiving has just passed here in the US, and all the other holidays people celebrate are coming up quickly.

Our big celebration when I was growing up was Thanksgiving. Everyone went to my grandmother’s house for Christmas, but our house was the place for Thanksgiving. We would normally have several other families over to help celebrate. Each would bring a favorite dish to add to the table, so there was plenty to share, to send home with people, and to keep us fed for a week after.

Which holidays do you celebrate? And what makes them special to you?

Some of you will be buying gifts this time of year. If there are readers on your list, check out my books on Amazon. I have recently published all of them, both series and Master of the Fleet, in hardcover editions, perfect for gift giving.

I have several people already asking about them.

Stay safe out there. Things can get a little crazy this time of year. The roads are busy, sometimes snowy or wet, and it only takes a second for disaster to strike.

Best of all to you, if I don’t get back before New Year.

And of course, as always…

Don’t Forget…

…to Share the Romance…

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But then, shouldn’t we always be thankful?

Before I get started on a rant, let me tell you the news.

For my thank you to all my readers, and those who follow me, I’m having a book sale.

Starting today and running through November 26, all my books on Smashwords will be available for 0.99 each. So if you’ve been waiting to try one, or aren’t sure, now is the time to take the plunge.

I mean, you can’t go wrong for less than a buck. Right?

So, do you prefer shifters or psychic abilities?

For shifters, look at the Gambler’s Folly Series.

For psychic abilities, try Esperance.

Maybe you like magic. If so, give Master of the Fleet a read.

Want an excerpt? Click on the Excerpt button at the top!

Not interested in e-books? If you prefer paperbacks or hardcover, go on over to Amazon! All my books are now available in both those formats as well!

Anyway, I think winter is making a comeback, so it is time to sit by the fire, with the cats, and have a nice read. Maybe a nice cuppa to go along with it. Just lean back, get comfy, and go to another place or time–or both!

If I don’t talk to you again before the holiday, have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

And as always…

Don’t Forget…

…to Share the Romance…

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This question always comes up when someone hears I’m an author. And the answer isn’t necessarily a simple one. It depends on the book.

I’ve been told by some that I channel my stories. I don’t know exactly how that would be different from how anyone else writes, but once I get an idea, I just sit down, put my mind in neutral and go for it. And usually what I think is going to happen goes in some other weird direction I never would have thought of.

Jareth, First Lord began as a recurring dream. Not the beginning scene of the story, but somewhere down in chapter 1. When it wouldn’t leave me alone, I sat down and wrote it out. But how did we get to this point in the story? And where do we go from here?

Viviane was simply the second part of this story, so there was no problem there. But Morgan was a secondary character in Jareth. I liked Morgan and wanted to know more about her, so I sat down and began to write. I knew she’d come from Clan Belfort, but why had she come? And where would she end up?

Gambler’s Folly started from a song–South Coast. It’s an old song, but it tells about a man who won his wife in a card game. Now how could that happen today? As my mind turned this question over during the day, it began to spin me this tale of a pleasure world away from Earth, where anything could be won or lost in the games. And Gambler’s Folly was born. How the rest of it came about is nearly as much a mystery to me as it is to anyone else.

Dante’s Angel, the second book in the Gambler’s series came about much like Morgan did. He was a minor character I really liked and wanted to know about. And so I let my mind go and began to write. He turned out to be quite a character, as did his soul mate.

But The Russian was born from someone I saw in a video. A Russian rapper by the name of Geegun just looked like a werewolf to me. Probably with dire wolf blood. Now, how could I write him?

What about Master of the Fleet?

At various times in various places, I’ve been a member of the Society for Creative Anachromism–SCA. My persona was named Anne-Marie de Villehardouin, from 13th century France. One night, for some unknown reason, I dreamed a scene at one of the feasts. We had planned a sketch as part of the entertainment, run it by those in charge and had it approved. It involved a couple who started arguing at the table and escalated into her trying to stab him with a dagger. When that doesn’t work, and she loses the dagger, she grabs a sword and the two of them fight in front of the high table.

Now, this was not possible for real, at the time. But I thought it would be fun to do. As I turned it over in my mind, the thought came that it would make a good scene for a story as well. Only instead of it ending as part of the entertainment, it should end with a forced marriage.

Maybe he was a wizard of some sort as well as a swordsman…

I know. My mind is a very strange place. I can assure you, you wouldn’t like to visit.

But feel free to visit my worlds–Gambler’s Folly, Esperance, and the Cote d’Or.

If you shop on Smashwords, go check out my sale this weekend.

In the meantime…

Don’t Forget…

...to Share the Romance…

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I was just getting used to it being September, but then there was so much going on in September, I’m not a bit surprised. Between two weddings and a birthday, plus all the usual things going on around here, I felt like the Red Queen in Through the Looking-Glass last month.

So far,October has been a little slower, if a little more frustrating. Due to a fall in a parking lot, I’m now wearing this fashionable splint because of a fractured patella. I don’t think the break hurts as much as all the traumatized muscles and abrasions. Once I’m up for a little while, I do pretty well. But after I’ve been sitting down for a little while, all those muscles complain as loudly as they can at being asked to work again.

But what about writing, you ask. I’ve been working on Unwilling Soulmates, as far as writing, and we’re up to 91,000 words. All I have left to write is the wedding scene, which shouldn’t take too long. And then the first read-through before the editing begins.These two have been quite a challenge, and have very specific ideas about how this story should go, starting with one who didn’t like his name…

And now I have a question for you.

What would you like to see in my posts? Little snippets of my work in progress? Bits from already published works, aside from teh excerpts on the other page here? More about my writer’s life?

Drop me a comment and let me know what you think. I’ll probably be doing a little more writing while this knee and I sort out our differences.

In the meantime,

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Does anyone else have trouble believing the summer is almost gone? Here we are in August already. Where has the time gone?

I’ve been working on a couple WIPs. One for each of my series. They’re going well, though I’m not sure where we’ll all end up. My characters tend to have ideas of their own and take off without informing me beforehand. So I try to keep and sort it out to a happy ending. Trevor and Theresa, on Gambler’s Folly, are no exception.

Do you prefer e-books or paperback?

My personal preference is for paperbacks, but these days they can cost quite a bit. And if we’re traveling, I can take a whole library with me in e-book form. But there’s something about the feel of the pages in a physical book, the smell of the ink, or the scent from an old book which has seen a lot of the world.

What is the oldest book you own?

I have a book I bought when I was in high school at a Goodwill store. It was priced at twenty-five cents and I loved it. It has travelled with me for years and about once a year, I retrieve it from the bookcase and read it one more time.

Copyrighted in 1909 by Arthur Hornblow, By Right of Conquest is a turn of the century romance. While it is pretty tame for today’s readers, it nonetheless gives us an insight into the written word as it was over 100 years ago, as well as life in society at the time.

So share your books with me in the comments below.

While I doubt any of my books will last as long as By Right of Conquest, I have fun writing and sharing them with you.

Check them out at Amazon, Smashwords, or any major bookseller. The first two books from the Esperance series are available from Audible as well.

Have a wonderful month, my friends.

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