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Now that Master of the Fleet is out for Kindle and in paperback, it’s time to start thinking about the next project under this name, Sultonna Nadine.

While I will have other books coming out under Mellie Miller, they are books in my two series. I’m reserving Sultonna for my standalones.

LADY CALLOWAY is already in the process. Another story in an alternate timeline, this story takes place in a London during the late 1800’s. In our story’s timeline, the Church has tremendous control over the citizens in every way. The Church and state are one governing body in the England of the time, and in Europe, which is where our story begins.

Lord Richard Calloway works in a department which liaises between the two halves of the government–the liturgical and the secular sides. His father and most of the men in his family have been confessors–individuals who can read peoples’ minds and correct them, if needed, to abolish heresy.

Liora, Richard’s wife, has been brought up in a small village to the north. Unknown to Richard, she was taught several heretical doctrines, which she still holds. If her heresy gets out, not only will she be subject to confession, he will lose his job, and possibly his life, for not turning her in as a heretic.

Taking time off to finish an interrupted honeymoon may give him the time he needs to help her understand her error and bring her back into the fold. But during their time together, they both begin to develop paranormal abilities forbidden by the church.

When Richard’s father reaches out to him, by means of one of these abilities, to tell him the confessors are coming for the two of them, not only is he confused, he is is now a hunted man with a wife to protect.

Watch here for news about LADY CALLOWAY , from Sultonna Nadine, and for new releases by Mellie Miller.

In the meantime, check out some of my other books, available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Books-a-Million, and Smashwords.

ESPERANCE

Jareth, First Lord–Book 1

Viviane, First Lady–Book 2

MORGAN–The Pixie and the Green Man–Book 3

Talents–Coming Soon!

SPERANZA (Gambler’s Folly)

Gambler’s Folly–Book 1

Dante’s Angel–Book 2

The Russian–Coming Soon!

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Yes, we have a new cover for Master of the Fleet!

And it will soon be available on Amazon!

Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend!

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I hadn’t intended to write a series when I began. I really hadn’t. Things just  got out of hand.

When I originally wrote Jareth, First Lord, I had assumed it would be a stand-alone. But I decided I really wanted to continue on with Viviane’s story.

So I began to write the second book, adding Viviane, First Lady. Which seemed like a good idea, until my editor suggested bringing this book to a quicker end and using the rest to start another book..

(sigh)

I could see her point. It did seem as if I’d decided to end the story, got my second wind, and continued.

So then I had three books. Until I had the idea for another book in the series, which was more a “story in a story.” It focused on one character from Book 1–Morgan.

Okay. Back to Book 3, now Book 4, which continues from where Book 2 ended. Right?

Well, yes. Except I have this fabulous idea for another feature story, like Morgan. Which is a wonderful story, if I say so myself. And while I’m piecing together Book 4 , Book 5–The Blacksmith’s Son–is taking shape.

Of course, during all of this, I’ve been trying to figure out how to end the series. How to tie it all together. Which leads us to at Book 6.

No! Wait! What about this guy? Surely he can contribute to the plot of the series. (Rolls eyes) And so we have another vignette–Gregor Thayne.

Book 6 becomes Book 7.

Gregor becomes Book 6.  I think. Maybe.

No, there will be an end to the series. Someday.

Seriously. But in the meantime, enjoy the stories from Esperance.

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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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Our daughter, Dawn Krois, is a photographer. So this weekend we got together to do some photos for my author pages. We had a fantastic time!

It was so much fun, I decided to share some of the pics with you!

If you’re in her area and would like a photoshoot with her, here’s her Facebook page!

https://www.facebook.com/rulebreakerediting/

And remember, my books are available at all major booksellers!

https://authorsdb.com/community/8748-mellie-mille

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The little boy who must be First Lord…

When Viviane’s brother,  Carl, was cast out for treason against the clans, her nephew, Connell, was chosen to be the new clan heir. But at ten years old, he doesn’t see the need for all these abilities he must learn to control.

And Viviane still hasn’t managed a firm hold on her Talents.

Follow their stories in Talents, Book 4 from Esperance.

Coming soon!

Here’s a little excerpt!

“Who are you talking to, Connell?” his friends asked.

“Little Nell. Why?”

“Nell? Little Nell? Why are you talking to her?” Bobby asked with a sneer.

“Because she is a friend of mine, just like you are. And I’ll talk to whomever I like.”

“How can she be a friend? She’s too little, and she’s a girl.”

“If you can’t accept my friends, then maybe you should go elsewhere,” Connell stated.

“Connell, don’t let me get you in trouble with your friends. It’s all right,” Nell told him, her face bright red in embarrassment and on the verge of tears.

“You’re not getting anyone in trouble, Nell. I don’t answer to anyone except my parents and the first lord about who I can have as friends. And they all like you and your family. If our families are friends, then we can be friends, too.”

“Are you coming with us or what?” Bobby asked.

“It’s almost time for lunch. I should head over to the family pavilion. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Bobby was still muttering as the group of boys went back to the Gather.

“Look, Nellie, I’m sorry. They had no right to say anything. You’ve always been my friend and you always will be. Besides, none of them made me a bookmark.”

This time the blush was different and there was a smile on her face.

“It was just a little bookmark,” she said.

“Well, it is special to me.”

When he arrived at the family pavilion—a few minutes late of course—his mother began to scold him, but his grandfather interrupted.

“Just a minute, Alice. I sense things are not quite what you’re making of them. Connell, what kept you?” Grandfather asked.

With a deep sigh, he explained about the other boys and Nell.

“I mean, she was really upset because of what they said. I wanted her to understand she was still my friend. She was about to cry!” he stated firmly, daring anyone to disagree.

“Is she all right now?” Grandfather asked quietly.

“She was when I left, but it made me a little late. I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re here now, and you did the right thing, grandson,” the older man said. “I should hope you would stay friends with Nell. She seems a very sweet and talented young lady.”

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Want more information on my books? I have a page for each of my series–Esperance and  Speranza (Gambler’s Folly) on Facebook and a separate page for my books under the name Sultonna Nadine.

I’m also on Twitter.

And for general information about what’s happening in my writing world, there’s always Meleigh’s Creations page on Facebook.

I’m back to work on Talents, so I’ll post a few excerpts later. For now, here’s a peek into Dante’s Angel, the second book from Gambler’s Folly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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