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How is everyone doing with this weather? I don’t know about you, but the temperatures here in the southeast are brutal. With the highs near 100 degrees already, I don’t even want to think about August…

So, what to do when the heat keeps you inside?

Read, of course!

A little romance, a little fantasy, and maybe a little magic along the way.

For books I’ve published as Mellie Millerhttp://bit.ly/Mellie_Am

And those under my pen name, Sultonna Nadinehttps://www.amazon.com/Sultonna-Nadine/e/B07CQSGKYZ?ref

So go inside, grab something cold to drink, kick up your feet, and settle into a lovely story. Who’s with me?

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Hope you’ve all had a great week and are having a fantastic Friday!

What are you reading this weekend? While you’re waiting for The Russian, you should check out my other series from Esperance or my stand alone under the name Sultonna Nadine.

And watch for The Russian–coming soon!

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Yes! We have a cover for The Russian! So as soon as I get the final edits done, we’ll be having a cover reveal.

In the meantime, have you read the first two books in the series?

GAMBLER’S FOLLY

DANTE’S ANGEL

If not, go on over to Amazon and check them out!

And watch for the cover reveal for Book 3–The Russian!

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Just a quick note to say Happy Friday to everyone.

Hope your weekend is fantastic!

Amazon:

http://bit.ly/Mellie_Am

Goodreads:

http://bit.ly/Mellie_GR

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Black and white

Yes, editing is nearly complete on the next book from Gambler’s FollyThe Russian.

Dmitri is a wolf shifter and over 500 years old. He once had a soul-mate, but she 200 years ago. Maybe the universe is giving him another chance at happiness.

Danni works in the office at the agency. Coming home one night, she was surrounded by a group of gang members and expected to end up in the hospital–or morgue. Until Dmitri stepped in.

Now it appears they are soul-mates. But she can’t become involved with anyone. She has to care for her mother.

How about an excerpt?

“You should have a woman of your own status, not a little nobody like me. I’m not even

sure how I feel about sex after the assault. Maybe you should finish your work here and

leave. Forget me.”

“There is no one of my status on any planet I’ve visited. As far as I can tell, I am unique.”

“Danni,” Karianna said, “I think you’re forgetting something. If you two are mates, he

can’t simply leave and forget. And if I ever hear you refer to yourself as a nobody again,

I’ll kick your ass.”

“Maybe we’re not mates,” she said. “The whole scent thing doesn’t seem to bother me

right now.”

“And most of that is due to the additional air scrubbers Dam brought up for the evening,”

Kari answered. “Why don’t you come sit next to Dima and try to tell me that.”

“What?”

“Come sit next to Dima and try to carry on a conversation.”

“Fine. I don’t know what all the fuss is about.”

Changing places with Karianna, Danni got comfortable until the scent of autumn leaves

and musk crept over her. Visions of the deep forest at sunset took over her thoughts,

as her nose picked up the earthy, musky scent, with its leather and tobacco overtones.

Heat began to pool at her center as thoughts of being taken by this man played scenes in

her mind.

“Danni?” she heard as if from a distance. “Planet to Danni, come in.”

Shaking her head, she looked over at the amused Karianna. Almost afraid to look, s

he glanced over at Mishka. His knuckles were white on the armrest of his chair, and his

teeth were clenched, as he fought down the mating urges.

Forcing her body to obey, Danni rose from the table and stumbled into the kitchen.

She needed air, but every breath brought her Mishka’s scent. This could not be happening.

“All right, Danni. The scrubbers are back on and you can have your seat back,” Karianna

said a moment or two later. “Now, do you want to argue some more or shall we decided

on a course of action?”

Keep checking back for cover reveal and release dates! Or go to my facebook page:

https://www.facebook.com/gamblersfolly

Soul-bound lovers

 

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Do you like author interviews? If you do, go check out the interview I gave Fiona McVie. Discover where I get my ideas, what are my favorite colors and foods. All the trivia you want to know.

https://wp.me/p3uv2y-8fj

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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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