Michelle Miles, Romance Author

A Knight to Remember #TuesdayTeaser Excerpt 2

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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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.


“Do me the honor of a dance?”

“I don’t think that’s—”

“I will.” Maeve cut Derron off as she rose.

Henry’s heart leapt as he watched her round the table. Her grace and poise was impeccable. She was every bit the dignified queen she appeared to be. She took his hand, his fingers closing around hers. Her warmth penetrated him to his soul. God, she feels good! His heart hammered a happy cadence as he led her to the dance floor. The tune had been lively, upbeat. Now it was something slower. Softer. He cheered at the thought of holding her close and feeling her body press against him.

As he took her in his arms, he realized he had no clue what the dances were of the time or the realm. How did the Fae dance here? He did a quick cursory glance around the room. The others had practically deserted the floor to give way for the queen. A few brave couples remained dancing side by side, their fingertips barely touching.

Henry would not do that. He wanted her in his arms, next to him. He wanted to smell her beautiful, heady scent. What was it? Jasmine? Whatever it was, it was exotic. And she was ethereal. He was acutely aware of the gawks and stares from those around the room.

Had it been a bold move to ask her to dance? Because he was a lowly Fae knight did that mean he was not allowed to speak with his queen? Knowing she really wasn’t his queen made it okay in his mind. He slipped his arm around her waist, pulled her close, while holding her other hand shoulder height.

“What are you doing?” She flinched and for a moment he thought she might pull away.

He tightened his grip, keeping her firmly in place. “Where I come from this is how we dance. I’ll show you. All you have to do is follow my lead.”

“Where exactly do you come from?” An eyebrow quirked in question.

Ah, yet another question he couldn’t answer. “Across the realm.” Did that sound plausible?

“Hm,” was her response.

He led her through the steps, keeping her as close to him as possible. Then turned with her still in his arms.

“You learned to dance like this there?” she asked.

“I did.”

Actually, he learned before his wedding. Maggie’s mother had made him take lessons so they could dance together and not look like fools. Her words, not his. He had reluctantly agreed. He wasn’t for the ballroom dancing but now he was glad he had learned. Now he was with this lovely woman whose curves seemed made for him.

“I have never seen such a dance,” she said.

“Mayhap, your majesty, you should relax and enjoy it instead of questioning it every few seconds.”

She blinked surprise. Had no one talked to her like that before?

“I would remove the head of most who spoke to me like that.”

“Like what?”

“In that insolent tone.”

“Apologies, your majesty. I hope I can keep my head. For my lips are attached and they’ve yet to have a taste of you.”

“You are bold, aren’t you?” She tilted her head back, gave him a look down her nose that he suspected she’d perfected eons ago.

“Too bold for her majesty?”

“That remains to be seen,” she said. And her mouth quirked into almost a grin.

Henry’s heart thumped and for the first time he could acknowledge the attraction he had for her. His nerve endings tingled and even his buddy in his pants was in agreement.

“Too bold to kiss you here?” He knew he pushed it but he didn’t care. He wanted to see what she’d say.

Her face hardened. “Definitely too bold.”

He slanted his head, as though ready to kiss her. She licked her lips, as though ready to let him. His mouth was close to hers. Oh, so close. He could feel her warm breath tickling his face.

“Tempting me, your majesty?”

“Telling you not to kiss me here in front of my court is tempting you?”

“It is. Because you are a beautiful woman and I find I cannot resist your charms.”

“Ha. Do you tell me this so you can have your way with me?” she asked.

He grinned and pulled her closer. He delighted in the way she molded to him in his arms. “Would you allow me to have my way with you?”

Her response was stony silence. Her face turned impassive as though she suppressed her emotional response. But Henry could see the jump of her pulse in her long, slender throat. He could also feel her heart beat quicker as she pressed against him.

“Would you like me to tell you what I’d do should I have my way with you?” He dropped his voice to a near whisper.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Her attempt to sound offended fell far from the mark. He could see the pale flush creeping along her milky-white skin. He also heard the imperceptible hitch of breath in her throat.

“Wouldn’t I?”

“I should have you drawn and quartered.”

“I should have your lips upon mine while I thoroughly kiss you.” Henry was not to be dissuaded.

“I should have you tied up and roasted alive.” Her eyes narrowed.

“I should have your soft curves under me in my bed.”

His last statement shocked her to silence. She merely gaped at him, her blue eyes wide. When she didn’t reply, he decided to push it further.

“I should like to have you cradled against me while I whisper love words in your ear where only the stars witness—”

“Insolent man!” Despite her outburst, she didn’t try to pull free. If Henry wasn’t mistaken, she wiggled closer.

“Tell me, your majesty, do you not enjoy my advances? If you tell me no, I won’t believe you. Your emotional reaction to me is all the evidence I need.”

“And what emotional reaction, pray tell, is that?”

“The flutter of your pulse in that gorgeous throat of yours for starters. The widening of your beautiful, perfect eyes in a shade of blue that rivals that of the ocean. The coloring of your high cheekbones in the softest shade of pink I’ve ever seen. Shall I continue?”

“No, Sir Henry, you—”

“It was worth a shot.” He winked. “You can’t blame me for trying.”

Why I Miss Having A Real Phone

french phoneWhen I was a teenager, I really wanted was a French phone. This was the 80s, people. I was spoiled and had a phone in my room. And a TV and VCR (am I dating myself here?).

The phone had a rotary dial and everything. I felt so cool dialing my friends. I could spend hours talking. HOURS. And we talked about nothing. In hindsight, I’m not sure what was so appealing about being on the phone for that amount of time but it’s what we did as teenage girls.

But anyway… we still have “real” phones at work but it’s not the same. You can’t yell at salespeople and then hang up angrily on them. Well, at least *I* can’t since I work in the executive wing and that would be unprofessional.

But I could do that when salespeople called the home phone. Except even my home phone is cordless and only has an END button, like the cell phone. Which means when I get really annoyed with the sales person on the other end, I can’t slam down the phone. It’s what I miss the most about having a real phone with a landline.

I think this meme sums it up nicely.

phone meme

On #Writing Wednesday: What If?

booksLike most writers, I start with one question: What if…?

For my upcoming epic fantasy novel, In the Tower of the Wizard King, I asked the question, “What if there was a portal in a trunk?”

I never imagined where the story would take me or how it would end up or that it would be about four characters whose lives are forever intertwined. I never imagined that it would lead my main character, Aoife (EE-fa) from the human realm to Faery to find her missing mother, nor did I imagine that it would to a time travel to the past of Faery.

It was definitely a book I wrote with a lot of joy. It made me happy to visit the characters every day and find out what their story was and how they were going to solve these problems I’d created for them. The more I wrote the story, the more I realized there was a lot more to the world than I initially thought.

I’ve asked myself “What if” a lot when starting a new book, but I’ve never plotted an entire story around the question before. It was a new experience for me.

The book releases September 1.

Here’s the blurb:

IntheToweroftheWizardKingIn the Age of Wizards, Time is a commodity more valuable than gold.

Her magic is dormant.

When Aoife Burke rushes home after the unexpected death of her father, she discovers her mother has vanished amidst inexplicable circumstances. With a warrant out for her mother’s arrest, Aoife returns to her childhood home to search for clues to lead to her whereabouts. Another shock awaits her—Sean O’Connell, the object of her girlhood crush, purchased the family home. She senses Sean is hiding something from her, refuses to let her inside and does everything he can to keep her out. A determined Aoife breaks inside and stumbles upon an antique trunk in the attic. When she opens it, instead of the normal musty clothes and ancient letters, she finds a stairway leading into darkness. It calls to her and she cannot resist stepping into the trunk and onto that first stair.

His magic is dangerous.

Sean O’Connell has been assigned by the Inter-dimensional Portal Protection Agency to keep Aoife and her mother out of Faery. But when she breaks into the house and disappears through the portal in the trunk—like her mother—he has no choice but to go after her, even though stepping into Faery will force him to face his own demons. Now keeping her safe and out of the hands of the Wizard King becomes a fight to save Aoife’s life from her own mother, who has discovered a time portal in Faery that can lead her back in time to alter her past mistakes—one of them the conception of Aoife. Sean is willing to do anything to make sure Aoife’s life is not eradicated—even if that means he has to tap into his dangerous magic to do it.

Only for a Knight #TuesdayTeaser Excerpt 2

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


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?