“Is this not what you wished for?”
“I didn’t wish for you.” Her quiet words shook.
“You did.” His blue eyes twinkled with moonlight, challenged her.
How did he know that?
–Tempting Eden, Available now!
Eden found herself alone with the sweaty, leering man. He reeked of three dollar cologne and too much beer. He wore a cheap polyester shirt in the most obnoxious print she had ever seen unbuttoned to show off what little chest hair he had.
All that was missing was a thick gold chain complete with a gold medallion around his pencil neck. He had cornered her in the kitchen, leaning his elbow on the counter and telling her grotesque jokes in the hopes of making her laugh.
I’m in hell.
– Tempting Eden, Available now!
This week’s snippet comes from my “secret project”
I think I know what’s behind me. What’s following me. I think I know it’s more demons. Or minions. Edward is in no condition to fight. And I’m in no position to fight.
From my newly completed novel, A Knight To Remember
He thought his ears might bleed. And if glass were anywhere in the vicinity it certainly would shatter. When she realized what had happened she ducked, missing the bolt of light by mere inches.
That pissed her off.
Never a good idea to piss off the Goddess of War.
Henry pushed to his feet, still holding the sword.
“The goddess took Maeve to the underworld.”
“Shit,” Henry said under his breath.
“Gods!” Derron said.
“We have to get her back,” Elyne said.
“How?” Henry asked. “Do you know how to get to the underworld?”
“There are ways, Henry,” she said. “And I have all my mother’s magic to get there.”
Today’s offering is from my current work-in-progress:
Maggie pressed her fingertips against her lips. “You mean like date her? I don’t think you can exactly ask her to dinner and the movieplex. Besides, you’re a human.”
“And I’m also a grown man with feelings and needs.”
She scrunched up her face. “Ew, Dad.”
I’m sure most of you have seen the 7-7-7 meme going around Facebook. I got tagged and thought I’d share those 7 lines here. So it’s a Six Sentence Sunday Plus One. This is from my current WIP, A KNIGHT TO REMEMBER. Queen Maeve is speaking with the black dragon, Nero. Ital indicates the dragon’s speech.
I did as I was commanded. You have my apologies, my queen.
Dragons were not fickle. They chose their rider and never wavered from that choice until one of them severed the link. That rarely happened. There were exceptions, though—like when Maeve put them into shadow to hide them from the hunters who were so desperate to kill them. Now it appeared Nero had chosen her. She placed her palm on his nose, the scales cool to the touch.
You are hunted by the Goddess of War, aye?
“I’m the Keeper.”
Recognition flashes across his face and he bows his head in a brief nod. “My apologies, Keeper. I did not realize who you were. Even so you must return the relic to its rightful owner.”
I sort of wished he’d bent on one knee and called me “your majesty” or something but that doesn’t happen.
A little something I’m working on:
“Do you wish to know why we seek you?”
“Not really but you’re going to tell me anyway.” I can’t keep the sour note out of my voice.
“You, my dear, are going to help us get what we want.”
“And what is that?”
From a little something new I’m working on:
But I still have the daggers in my hands, gripping the hilts so tight my fingers cramp. What the hell do I think I’m doing? I haven’t a clue how to fight. At some point, though, instinct kicks in. Fight or die. And I’m not in the mood to die today.
Hey, gang. I’ve been silent on the blogging front lately. Sorry about that! Life got busy for a while there. But here is today’s Six Sentence Sunday offering! (Ok, I admit…it’s a few more sentences than six… but I couldn’t help myself.) Enjoy!
“Thrust like this.” He pulled her arm back and then pushed it forward. “Aim for the heart. If you miss that, then the neck.” Heated breath cascaded over her nape. His woodsy scent filled her nose.
“Why?” she asked.
“Best way to kill a man, princess. How does it feel?”
Splendid. Though she was certain he meant the dagger in her hand. “It feels like a dagger.”
Today teaser comes from my forthcoming book, Only For A Knight. It’s the sequel to One Knight Only.
He wanted her. Under him. On top of him. Next to him. It didn’t matter. All that did matter was taking her to his bed and making slow sweet love to her.
The Sword of Light is missing. Innocent Fae nobles are slaughtered. And now someone wants Princess Elyne’s head.
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 Derron and Elyne.
Can they stop Lord Kieran before he slays the queen and tears down the walls of the Otherworld?
And now… your Six Sentence Sunday fix. You’re welcome.
Angelina Columbia resisted the urge to scowl. Forty kronars was an insult and the short, stubby merchant with the gun barrels for arms knew it. As she considered her next offer, a stiff breeze blew, carrying with it the scents of the bazaar. Heady scents of strangely roasted meats, odd spices, foreign, alien and other unwashed bodies in too close proximity.
–Angel and the Deadman, © Michelle Miles, 2012
Hi, everyone! Today I’m pleased to participate in Six Sentence Sunday with a little snippet from the book I just finished. ONLY FOR A KNIGHT is the sequel to ONE KNIGHT ONLY and is inching closer to submission (still in final edits). (And okay I fudged and it’s a tad longer than six sentences… but you’ll forgive me right?)
“You’d what? Turn back time? Tell your past selves that this Kieran was planning to attack the Seelie Court?” Maggie shook her head. “If he’s truly planned for years, there is nothing you could do to stop it. This is the way things have to be. Just like it’s the way things have to be for me to be here.”
“You should go home, Maggie. You and Finn and Sir Drake. My world has changed and not for the better. My world is broken.”
Elena lived to kill and killed to live.
Such was the way for the lowest of the low. A slave to slaves. Her pathetic excuse for a life teetered on the edge of her blade every time she swung it. This time, it made contact with the minotaur’s skull in a crushing blow. She could hear the snap of bones as she sliced through skin and fur hair.
Where to get it:
Kill, or be killed.
Elena Gaius is Hixyl’s most heralded gladiatrix, catching the Emperor’s eye with her unspoiled beauty and fiery temper. Determined to let no man have her, he forces her into a life of unwanted accolades—for slaughter in the Games. With independence out of reach, Elena knows each day could be her last.
Cassius Antonius is a former general hired by an underground secret order to assassinate the Emperor. When he refuses, they take away the only thing precious to him—his freedom. Forced into servitude, he meets Elena and manipulates her into helping him, forming a shaky alliance and a searing romance.
The two become unwitting pawns in the struggle to save Hixyl from the Emperor’s tyranny. But plans spin out of control with the discovery of their secret tryst, and for their ultimate act of betrayal, the Emperor demands one last entertainment—to be pitted against each other in the Games in a fight to the death.