Michelle Miles, Romance Author

Release Day for Realm of Honor Books 1-3

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They’re here!! I’m so excited to release the first three books in the Realm of Honor Series!

And through the end of release day (today), you can get them at significant discounts at Smashwords. Check out the coupon codes and buy links below and get your copies today.

One Knight Only, Book 1

A snarky Faery princess, a Scottish knight with a gambling problem, and a murderous earl all add up to one thing: Trouble. Maggie’s medieval education never prepared her for life in the Middle Ages!

Do-gooder Maggie Chase throws her thesis out the window when she wakes up in the arms of a hot Scottish knight. When she realizes she’s somehow ended up back in time, she embraces the persona of Lady Margaret. But she may be in over her head when she realizes she has to keep the sexy knight alive during a jousting tournament in order to get back to her own time.

Sir Finian “Finn” McCullough is a gambling man and owes a very large debt to an evil earl who is after his family estate. When the beautiful and outgoing Maggie arrives in his bed, he can’t remember tupping her the night before and thinks she’s a spy for one of his neighboring clans. He intends to find her kinsman and return her safely but he can’t resist her charms, her smart mouth or her sex appeal. Instead he keeps her close, taking her with him to an important jousting tournament—one he has to win or lose his castle forever.

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Only for a Knight, Book 2

After saving her love from certain death, Princess Elyne returns to the Otherworld by order of her mother, Queen Maeve. But it’s not the homecoming she expects. The queen is furious she has been meddling with humans and imprisons her, stripping away her magic. The only way Elyne can get her powers back is to perform one selfless act.

When Queen Maeve sends Sir Derron to find the Guardian of the ancient Sword of Light, one of the Four Treasures of the Otherworld, he can’t leave without releasing Elyne. After all, she altered time to save his life in the human world. But freeing the princess comes with a steep price—he must take her with him on this dangerous quest.

Their search becomes much more than a pursuit for the missing Guardian. Dark Elf, Lord Kieran, rises to dominate the Unseelie court. He will stop at nothing to gain control of both the Otherworld and the human realm—he’s murdering Guardians and stealing the sacred Treasures of the Fae. Even with the help of Elves, dragons, and their human friends, the odds are stacked against them.

Can Elyne and Derron stop the destruction of the walls between Fae and Man before they fall?

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A Knight to Remember, Book 3

The Goddess of War is out for Queen Maeve’s blood to satisfy a thousand-year-old vendetta. And the only one that can save her is a human masquerading as a Fae knight.

Henry Chase is desperate to find his daughter lost in the Highlands. When he steps through a stone circle, he’s transported to the Otherworld. With his human form hidden by glamour, he masquerades as a Fae knight. He’s instantly besotted by Queen Maeve and determined to break down the walls she’s erected around her heart.

In the aftermath of war, Queen Maeve’s kingdom has been destroyed. She must close the portals to the human realm and restore her lost magic. But before she can set things straight, her archenemy, the Goddess of War, attacks, seeking revenge.

When the goddess captures the queen, Henry offers his life for Maeve’s in the hope his bravery will earn the queen’s love. Discovering Henry is human and knowing she must send him back to his world, Maeve tries to fight her feelings for him. Now she must choose—life at court or life with Henry—before she loses him forever.

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A Knight to Remember #FridayTease Excerpt 3

3 A Knight to RememberAs release day approaches for the re-release of the first three books in the Realm of Honor series, I’m excited to bring you today’s teaser from the third book, A Knight to Remember. This book follows the romance between Queen Maeve and Henry, Maggie’s father.

Now through release day (July 25) you can get this book at half price ($2.99) at Smashwords. Use Coupon Code ZZ82B. Price will go back up to $4.99 after release day.

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BLURB:

The Goddess of War is out for Queen Maeve’s blood to satisfy a thousand-year-old vendetta. And the only one that can save her is a human masquerading as a Fae knight.

Henry Chase is desperate to find his daughter lost in the Highlands. When he steps through a stone circle, he’s transported to the Otherworld. With his human form hidden by glamour, he masquerades as a Fae knight. He’s instantly besotted by Queen Maeve and determined to break down the walls she’s erected around her heart.

In the aftermath of war, Queen Maeve’s kingdom has been destroyed. She must close the portals to the human realm and restore her lost magic. But before she can set things straight, her archenemy, the Goddess of War, attacks, seeking revenge.

When the goddess captures the queen, Henry offers his life for Maeve’s in the hope his bravery will earn the queen’s love. Discovering Henry is human and knowing she must send him back to his world, Maeve tries to fight her feelings for him. Now she must choose—life at court or life with Henry—before she loses him forever.

EXCERPT:

Are you all right?” he asked.

“I’m…fine. How did you…know to do that?” she asked, her words breathy. As if she couldn’t believe he’d figured it out.

“It was a hunch. Glad it was right.”

“Me, too. Thank you.”

“Now aren’t you glad I came with you?”

She smiled. “Aye, I am. You saved my life.”

He took her hand and led her back into the garden among the roses.

“Now, where were we?”

He cupped her face in his hands again. Maeve’s eyes searched his, her blood-red lips parted as if to object but he didn’t allow her to speak. He took that as invitation and kissed her, their mouths fusing together. He heard her sharp intake of breath through her nose. Her body stiffened but still he didn’t stop.

She didn’t resist him. His lips molded to hers in a way they had never molded to another. His tongue dipped into the honey recesses of her mouth, tasting her. And she tasted oh so sweet. So delectable. So wonderful. The smell of roses rushed over them, enveloping them. A moment later, her body relaxed and she melted into him. Yet one hand pressed against his chest, as though she intended to push him away. She did not.

For the first time in a long while, Henry’s shaft hardened, straining against the soft curves of her body seeking her heat and dampness. Wanting her. His mouth devoured hers and now she returned the kiss, much to his delight. Her tongue was probing, needy. Her lips mashed against his, as if she’d allowed reckless abandon to overcome her.

But then, almost as suddenly as she relaxed, she shoved away and stumbled back a step. Her face was flushed, her lips damp and swollen. Her breathing was erratic, her breasts rising and falling.

He could see the crushed pink petals of a rose in one of her fists. She must have grasped the bud and ripped it from the stem. Her fingers opened, one by one, and the mashed petals cascaded to the ground.

“Thank you for protecting me, Sir Henry.” Her voice rasped the words, as though she had trouble keeping it under control.

Maybe she did. Maybe she enjoyed the heat of the kiss as much as he did. Now he had a problem—a large problem straining against his breeches—and nothing he could do about it. And he certainly couldn’t return to the party with a giant boner straining against the cloth. Oh hell no.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Why did he feel the sudden need to confess? He had nothing to be ashamed about. He was a grown man. Had they both been mortal, he would have guessed they were about the same age. And despite being in his late forties, he was still a strong, virile man.

Maeve gave him her best snooty look. “Why did you?”

His gaze flickered her to her lips and—damn it—she licked them. More taunting. More teasing. She knew what she was doing. He didn’t buy the ice queen act. Deep down, she was desperate for loving. He was going to give it to her.

“You allowed me.” You cannot deny you liked it. You experienced the heat as I did. Even though he wanted to say the words to her, he pushed them out of his mind and said, “I wanted to.”

“See that it doesn’t happen again.”

She whisked by him, leaving behind the scent of crushed roses. Henry watched Maeve walk away, the damaged rose petals on the ground at his feet. For whatever reason, he bent and picked up a few of them, rubbing the velvety softness between his thumb and forefinger. He placed the petals in his palm, examining them. Even smashed they were beautiful. He tucked them away in his pocket. He would cherish them simply because she had held them in her palm.

Only for a Knight #TuesdayTeaser Excerpt 3

2 OnlyForAKnightAs release day approaches for the re-release of the first three books in the Realm of Honor series, I’m excited to bring you today’s teaser from the second book, Only for a Knight. This is the story of Derron and Elyne, the two Fae characters from the first book.

Now through release day (July 25) you can get this book at half price ($2.99) at Smashwords. Use Coupon Code TL87T. Price will go back up to $4.99 after release day.

Pre-Order Buy Links:

iBooks | B&N | Kobo | Amazon | Smashwords

BLURB:

After saving her love from certain death, Princess Elyne returns to the Otherworld by order of her mother, Queen Maeve. But it’s not the homecoming she expects. The queen is furious she has been meddling with humans and imprisons her, stripping away her magic. The only way Elyne can get her powers back is to perform one selfless act.

When Queen Maeve sends Sir Derron to find the Guardian of the ancient Sword of Light, one of the Four Treasures of the Otherworld, he can’t leave without releasing Elyne. After all, she altered time to save his life in the human world. But freeing the princess comes with a steep price—he must take her with him on this dangerous quest.

Their search becomes much more than a pursuit for the missing Guardian. Dark Elf, Lord Kieran, rises to dominate the Unseelie court. He will stop at nothing to gain control of both the Otherworld and the human realm—he’s murdering Guardians and stealing the sacred Treasures of the Fae. Even with the help of Elves, dragons, and their human friends, the odds are stacked against them.

Can Elyne and Derron stop the destruction of the walls between Fae and Man before they fall?

EXCERPT:

“You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions from me, Elyne.”

His voice was dangerously close. She knew he stood right behind her. She continued to brush, her hand making a long, sweeping motion along the mare’s neck.

“Is this about the betrothal?”

She would rather die than admit to him that’s what hurt her so much. She forced out a laugh. A pathetic attempt at one. “Don’t be foolish, Derron. Our betrothal has been broken for quite some time. I’m at peace with that.”

“Nay, I don’t believe you are.”

His hands landed on hers, halting her. He took away the brush, set it aside and then turned her to face him. She didn’t want to look at him. Didn’t want to feel anything for him. She tried to convince herself he’d destroyed that when their promise of marriage was broken. He cupped her chin, tilted her head up so she had to meet his gaze. A scorching gaze that seemed to say he wanted her.

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” he said.

“You wanted it. You intended to carry Maggie off to the Otherworld. Remember?”

And all the other fair maidens who flung themselves at him. She recalled with great detail how they offered their favors to him, waving opaque champagne-colored cloth at him, begging him to choose them. He always had one or two ladies fair at the tournaments.

“Aye, I recall that. An apparent lapse in judgment. I must have been drinking too much mead. Finn would have never allowed it anyway.” His grin showed off both dimples. Dimples that made him famous and melted the knees of many a lady.

“Things had already been set into motion, Derron. You didn’t really want to marry me. As I didn’t want to marry you.” That may have been true at one time, but now she wasn’t so sure. If her mother reinstated their betrothal, she would accept it without complaint.

“Is that true, then?” he asked.

“You know it is.”

“Then you would feel nothing if I kissed you?” A dangerous gleam ignited in his eyes. Elyne could see the beginnings of a faint smile. A teasing smile.

A curious swooping pulled at her stomach. “That’s right. I’d feel nothing.”

“Mayhap I should test that theory,” he suggested. He leaned dangerously close to her, his lips a breath from hers.

Her mind screamed no, but her mouth said, “Mayhap you should.”

Derron cupped her face, his hands warm and gentle. When his mouth connected with hers, her stomach turned into a roaring fire, exploding through her in a burst of heat and flame. Singeing her from the inside out. His lips were like velvet as they lingered on hers, tasting her, sipping her like honey wine. Her head fell back and her body went limp as he pulled her into his arms. She didn’t fight him. She couldn’t. Her arms slipped around his neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into the recesses of her mouth. She sighed, their breath exchanging as their souls touched.

Never in their long history had he kissed her. She wanted it to last forever. She wanted him to proclaim his love for her then and there. She just wanted him.

Sir Derron. Protector of the Otherworld. Knight of her heart.

The thought startled her so suddenly she broke away from him, stepping out of his arms and as far away as she could get. Her lips were still damp. Her heart still throbbed from wanting.

They stared at each other a long moment, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths. It had affected him, too. His face even looked a bit flushed. He broke their gaze and raked a hand through his hair.

And then he smiled. As though the kiss hadn’t affected him.

“Did it prove your theory, then? Did you, in fact, feel nothing?”

How dare he ask her that when he knew otherwise? She held her head high, giving him her best snootiness. “I felt nothing.”

Even as she said it, her heart panged with longing. Longing turned to guilt when his smile faded. He had wanted her to tell the truth. He wanted to know he affected her deeply. Why the lie? Why couldn’t she tell him how she felt when she knew he wanted to hear it? Because he’d hurt her. He’d shredded her heart when he petitioned the court to break their betrothal. He had destroyed hope for a future.

“Very well, princess. We have a long journey ahead and an early morning. I bid thee good night.”

He left the stable. With his every step, her heart wept a little harder. She had lost him once again.

One Knight Only #TuesdayTeaser Excerpt 3

1 OneKnightOnlyWe are just under two weeks away for the re-release of my favorite series, Realm of Honor. Here’s today’s Tuesday Teaser!

If you’re reading this post, then you can get this book FOR FREE through release day (July 25) at Smashwords. Use Coupon Code WC44W. Price will go back up to $1.99 after release day.

Pre-Order Buy Links:
iBooks | B&N | Kobo | Amazon | Smashwords

BLURB:

A snarky Faery princess, a Scottish knight with a gambling problem, and a murderous earl all add up to one thing: Trouble. Maggie’s medieval education never prepared her for life in the Middle Ages!

Do-gooder Maggie Chase throws her thesis out the window when she wakes up in the arms of a hot Scottish knight. When she realizes she’s somehow ended up back in time, she embraces the persona of Lady Margaret. But she may be in over her head when she realizes she has to keep the sexy knight alive during a jousting tournament in order to get back to her own time.

Sir Finian “Finn” McCullough is a gambling man and owes a very large debt to an evil earl who is after his family estate. When the beautiful and outgoing Maggie arrives in his bed, he can’t remember tupping her the night before and thinks she’s a spy for one of his neighboring clans. He intends to find her kinsman and return her safely but he can’t resist her charms, her smart mouth or her sex appeal. Instead he keeps her close, taking her with him to an important jousting tournament—one he has to win or lose his castle forever.

EXCERPT:

Lord Litonshire stepped up to his table. “Ah, Sir Finian, have you managed to let another cad steal your lady?” He nodded toward Derron and Maggie as they disappeared.

“If ye’ll pardon me…” Finn began but Litonshire interrupted.

“Oh, I don’t think so. We have some unfinished business.”

“If this is about Lady Juliet—”

“Not at all. It’s about another pressing matter.”

Finn clamped his hand around the earl’s arm and led him away from the table so Drake wouldn’t overhear their conversation. “You’ll be getting paid once tourney is over. That was the bargain.”

“And I’ve decided I don’t like that bargain, after all. Patience isn’t one of my strong suits. I’m ready for my money now. Or my lovely country estate in the lowlands of Scotland. I much would prefer the castle on a hill surrounded by a moat.”

“Ye’ll get nothing but a fist up yere nose again.”

“I could take what I want from you by force. You realize that, don’t you?”

Finn knew the man was more powerful than he. Plus he had the king as an ally. But he didn’t much care about that. All he cared about was getting Litonshire off his back for good. “If ye do, I will declare war on ye and take back what is rightfully mine.”

“Oh, but you lost it to me in a fair game of Hazard. Unless you wish to have a rematch?”

Finn was running out of patience with the man. “Ye give me until the end of tourney, as we agreed.”

“And if you lose?”

“Then the lands in Innisborough are yeres. But ye are forgetting I may not lose, in which case, my debt is paid and my lands remain mine.”

Litonshire clenched his jaw in aggravation, a muscle ticking. “We’ll see, won’t we?”

On #Writing Wednesday – Motivation

Artists 0007Today I want to talk about finding the motivation to get your butt in the chair and write.

This has been something of an evolving thing for me. I started writing on my lunch hour several years ago when I was determined to make a go at this thing. I had an HP Mini (the predecessor of the tablets and 2-in-1s). The place I worked had a full-service restaurant in the building with lots of tables. I’d pick a corner table that was out of sight, out of mind, plug in my earbuds and start writing.

It created a habit. Now I’m to the point where when it’s noon (or 11:30), my brain shifts into writing mode.

I have an office now so it makes it super easy to close the door, inhale my lunch and write. I’ve gotten so good at this I can usually knock out around 1500-2000 words in an hour. That is, IF I know where I’m going in the story and what happens next. There are times, though, where I’m absolutely stumped. (That’s a post for another day.) In the evenings after dinner, I try to write at least an hour and get in more words.

It is true what they say – you have to find your motivation to write even when you don’t feel inspired. There are all sorts of support groups to help writers achieve their motivation – from NaNoWriMo to whatever local writing group you’re in to even Facebook groups. Even daily writing goals where you can post your daily word count and wow the others in the group.

Those don’t work for me. All the do is annoy me that I’m not producing as much as someone else or writing as much as someone else who may be bragging about their huge word counts. I’m certain there are writers who can knock out 10k day – but do they have a full time job, a husband, a house to run, a teenager to coral? I wonder. A good day for me is around 2000-2500 words. A bad for me is 500 words. And a super bad day is nothing. It really sucks to get nothing when you know you HAVE to produce. I take weekends off, so I know I have to produce around 10k during the week to stay on schedule. And when I get off schedule, my penance is writing on the weekends. It’s not that I don’t like writing on weekends, it’s that I have a bazillion distractions and sometimes I just want to play.

Anyway, my point is that you have to find what works for you to motivate you to write on a daily basis. All the groups in the world won’t help you if you don’t find your own inner motivation to get your butt in the chair and your hands on the keyboard. Find that daily routine that is a trigger for your brain to know that it’s time to be creative. You can do it.