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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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What sale, you ask? The one over at Smashwords!

All my books on Smashword are 50% off during this last week in July. So through July 31, you can buy any of my books at half the cover price!

In the meantime, I’ve been working on Ben of Blackstone’s Forge. This will be Book 4 from Esperance. The story of Ben Blackstone, the blacksmith’s son and Deborah Wills, the farmer’s daughter, looking for happiness on their magical highland world.

But for now, go over to Smashwords and save!

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Speranza the Series

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Summer is a great time for reading. Looking for something new to you? How about something from Esperance or Gambler’s Folly?

OK, you’ve heard about the sale going on over at Smashwords. Right? Where all my books are 50% off through July 31?

But maybe you don’t shop at Smashwords. Where else can you find my books?

Amazon

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Books-a-Million

http://bit.ly/MMiller_BAM

Barnes and Noble

http://bit.ly/B_N_authorpage

And don’t forget to search for Sultonna Nadine, my pen name for stand-alones.

So wherever you shop, you can find the books in my series.

Have a great summer and a great weekend!

Speranza the Series

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MOF Woman Rules his heart

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Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov.

He is known as The Russian.

He is a werewolf.

During his lifetime of over 500 years, he has served in the military of many countries, and  worked as a mercenary. He currently works for Interpol’s special division, alongside Damiano, Dante, and the rest of the gang.

But after losing his soul-mate two hundred years ago, he has avoided any serious relationships. Until now.

How could this tiny blond with hazel eyes turn his world upside down?

Watch for The Russian, coming soon from Speranza and Gambler’s Folly!

The next morning he met Dam, Marco, Paulo, and several of the others at the Interpol offices.

Damiano had been “picked up for questioning” earlier in the morning, to keep his cover intact.

As they waited in the break room for the chief to call them back, Dmitri told the others about

meeting his mystery woman the night before.

“I swear to you, I can’t get her scent out of my mind,” he stated as the others laughed in

amusement.

“I had to send my clothes to the cleaners last night.”

“Ah, well,” Marco said. “At least it will be a trip to remember.”

“Definitely,” Dmitri agreed. Sniffing the air, his eyes narrowed as he caught an all too familiar

scent.

“Lilacs and vanilla. She is here. My Danni is here.”

Spinning around, he charged out of the break room toward the accounting department.

Coming through the door, with an armload of files, was Danielle Peters, one of their accountants.

“Danni!” they all heard.

With a quick snap, her head turned toward the crazy Russian, and file folders cascaded to the

floor as she rushed to meet him.

“Dmitri! Why are you here?” she asked, with her arms tightly around him.

“Why are you here? I work for the agency.”

“So do I–in accounts.”

The next thing he knew, he was drawn into a kiss more passionate than the one the night before.

“Dima,” he heard. Intoxicated by the scent and taste of this sweet little female, he turned to stare

into Damiano’s eyes. “I see you’ve met our Danni.”

With a growl, Dmitri answered, “She is not your Danni. She is mine.”

“I am not a threat, my friend. I’m already mated. What I mean is, she is the Danni who works here

in the office with us.”

“I had no idea,” Dmitri answered.

Danni clung to him as if her life depended on it. Looking down into hazel-green eyes, he once again traced her face with his finger before his thumb

caressed her bottom lip. Once more, he leaned down to kiss those pouting lips

and taste the sweetness that was Danni.

“Dmitri Ivanovich! Leave the staff alone and get your shaggy wolf ass in here!”

The chief was irritated.

The growl caught everyone by surprise and shocked the entire office into silence. It was the

sound of an irritated dire-wolf.

“I have arrangements to make. I’ll be there when I’ve finished.”

“Dima! What the hell has gotten into you?” the chief asked.

The growl was louder this time and more menacing. Turning back toward Danni, Dmitri said,

“We need to talk later. But right now, I have an old bear to deal with. I’ll come for you after work.”

Holding her closely, he kissed her again, reveling in the passion she returned. Retreating gently,

he looked into her haunted eyes.

“Mishka,” she said, about a second before she fainted.

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This is the question people always have. What was the inspiration?

Most of my story ideas came from dreams–recurring dreams which wouldn’t stop until I’d written the scene. These stories include all the Esperance books and a couple of my stand-alones.

One–Gambler’s Folly–came from a folk song I heard about a man winning his wife in a card game. I got to wondering how that could happen now, or in the future.

The next story in the Gambler’s Folly series, The Russian, was inspired by a face. I decided the person involved  looked like someone who could be a werewolf and wondered how he would fit into the series.

And Master of the Fleet?

Well, I have at various times been involved with the SCA–Society for Creative Anachronism. Taking inspiration from the feasting and tournaments, my mind wandered from there to choreographing sword fights. Somewhere along the way, staging a fake sword fight as part of the entertainment at a feast began to play around in my head. But what if the fight wasn’t staged? What if it was real?

And that is the idea I built the first part of Master of the Fleet around. The wealthy owner of a shipping firm hoping to marry a successful seamstress agrees to take her home for the festival season. What he doesn’t know is that she is only playing him for what she can get, never intending to marry.

At the baron’s feast, she gets tipsy, and begins flirting with every man around. When her escort mentions it, she draws a dagger and attempts to stab him across the table. In self-defence, he takes the dagger away and decides the affair is over. Still angry, the lady grabs up a sword from somewhere and again tries to kill him, only to be disarmed and backed up to the baron’s table.

From there, I developed the setting for the story–an America much more heavily influenced by the French and divided into kingdoms, SCA fashion, instead of into states. This is an America without the internal combustion engine, set around the end of the 1800’s in an alternate time-line, where elemental magic is real. Magic is used to bind contracts, marriages, and control the weather for shipping.

Haven’t read Master of the Fleet? It’s available on Amazon, Smashwords, and at most major book sellers.

Want more?

Esperance Series

http://bit.ly/EsperanceAM

Gambler’s Folly

http://bit.ly/GamblersFolly_Am

 

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The next book from Sultonna Nadine will be Lady Calloway.

In an alternate time-line of Victorian London, in a world where the church and state were two arms of the same body, Kerrick and Liora are having marital issues. Married for only a few months, Kerrick thought his wife should be over her shyness by now. But instead, it was getting worse.

When pressed, she finally admitted to adhering to an old version of the Church’s doctrines on sex within marriage–doctrines which forbade women to enjoy sexual relations, even with their husbands, or be guilty of adultery.

As an employee of a specialized department within the Church, Kerrick is faced with a problem. By law, he should turn Liora in as a heretic. But having seen what happened to people brought back into the faith, he couldn’t do that to the woman he loved. He couldn’t continue on the way they had been. And with the debate over Church and state raging, the Church was looking for anything to help solidify its power, leading to purges and forced confessions.

The one option he had left was to take the time they’d been shorted on their honeymoon and get his wife out of town before anyone found out about her heresy. Once safely away, he would try to help her understand and bring her beliefs into line with the current doctrine.

Can Kerrick seduce his wife–spiritually or sexually–and return home safe and satisfied?

How about an excerpt?

Suddenly wanting to know if she could show anything at all, he pulled her to him roughly,

one arm firmly around her waist, the other twined in her hair turning her face to his.

He kissed her savagely at first, his mouth hard on hers, demanding, and then more

sensually. At first she tried to struggle free, and then, for a brief moment, he felt the beginnings of awakening arousal, before she stiffened into her usual stance—endurance.

“Don’t, Kerrick,” she pleaded with him as he released her. “Please, never do that again. I

can’t bear it.”

“Can’t bear what? The thought you might feel something for me? You didn’t have to

accept my proposal of marriage.”

“Decent gentlewomen should not give in to the temptations of the flesh. Men can’t help

but fall prey to their desires, but women must not, for the sake of both their salvations.”

“Where did you learn such rot? I thought all those bizarre sects had disappeared decades

ago.”

“How dare you say such things? The Holy Writings of the Prophet teach us the pleasures

of the flesh are evil.”

“Yes, when indulged outside the marriage bed. But we exchanged vows, which changes

things considerably.”

“No, it doesn’t. Would you be married to a whore? Women, even married women, who

give themselves to carnal pleasures are whores, or just as good as. I should think a man

in your position would be happy to have a chaste, gods-fearing wife.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Kerrick stated in amazement. “You really believe this?”

“I do,” Liora responded.

“Then why did you even get married? Didn’t you know that sex was part of the bargain?”

“I married you because I love you,” she answered. “And one of a wife’s duties is to redeem

her husband, by keeping his lusts contained within the marriage bed, not out buying the

favors of prostitutes!”

“Might you not think the reason men frequent prostitutes is that they can’t find the love

and passion they desire at home, in the first place?”

“But why? All a man needs is to have his way with a woman, to satisfy his body’s desires.”

“I’ll bet you didn’t get that from your father, because it’s wrong. A man likes to know he can ignite passion in his wife and give her the pleasures she deserves as his lover. Not

have her lie there like a corpse, hoping it’ll soon end.”

“I will not prostitute myself for you, Kerrick,” she responded hotly.

“I don’t want you to prostitute yourself, I want you to be my wife. A prostitute is someone

who sells her body on the streets. Now if you start that, I’ll be exceedingly angry with you.”

“You’re being vulgar, Kerrick.”

“Well, I’ve got to do something to make you understand my position. So why, after three

months of marriage, are you pushing me away? Before, you simply endured my advances,

but you didn’t refuse or resist me.”

As Kerrick watched, she crossed her arms in front of her, bowed her head over them,

and tried to seem even smaller than she was.

“Liora? I’m waiting.”

In a voice that was barely a whisper, he heard, “I didn’t realize how difficult it would be.”

“How difficult what would be?”

“Resisting the temptations. The closer we become, the more time we spend together,

feeling your hand in mine, your kisses, the more difficult it is not to give in and enjoy the

forbidden land I dare not enter.”

The Kiss2

Carew Castle

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