I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t conjuring stories in my head. When I was too young to write, they often began with ‘What if’, and ended with me rewriting the ending of a cartoon.
A teacher once gave the class the assignment of writing the life story of a fictional character. I was so excited! I wrote about a detective who had pages of grand adventures. I was proud right up until my paper got a C. The teacher said I’d written a fictional story, not a life story. Fortunately, she liked the paper enough for me to not fail the assignment.
Before I was published, very few people knew I wrote stories. It seemed so lofty, so beyond my reach. I kept it to myself. Yet, I dreamed.
In what I read and what I write, I’m a genre-hopper. I’m fortunate enough to be with a publisher who doesn’t pigeonhole me. I can soar wherever my wings take me. It’s funny, how signing a contract set me free.
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Title: It Happened on Route 66
Author: Micki Miller
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Blurb:
When Joel Tyler drove away from the factory to pick up the load of his dejected creation, the last thing he expected to see was a hitchhiking bride. He didn’t have time for this. Besides, he had enough troubles of his own without picking up more. But he couldn’t leave her on the side of the road.
Mandy Hayden was exhausted. She’d run away from a terrible situation without a plan or a destination. Hitchhiking was a bad idea. Worse was getting in a truck with a man traveling alone. He was probably a serial killer. Whatever. It was a suitable end to this day.
When two people who are having the worst day of their lives meet, they can either crash and crash and burn, or save each other.
Excerpt:
“Are you traveling alone?”
“Yeah. I’m traveling to Flagstaff, Arizona. Do you need a ride?”
Stupid question. It couldn’t be more obvious she needed a ride. She was hitchhiking, fleeing her wedding, it would seem.
“Great,” the woman said. It was more of a mutter, tinged with irritation.
Stepping back, she gave both directions of the highway a good stare. The old road, but for them, was deserted. She would have better luck catching a ride on the main highway. Why would she come out here to hitchhike? Maybe someone was after her. Maybe she was in danger. His testosterone surged and pumped up his chest. He was a rescuer of damsels in distress.
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He was probably a serial killer.
That’s how her day was going. day? No, that’s how her life was going.
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I lived most of my life in the wondrous city of Las Vegas, Nevada. For a while I lived in an R.V. With my husband and I was fortunate to see every state in this amazing country. Now I live in beautiful Michigan where I’ve learned about layering clothes and that boats don’t have breaks.
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Title: The Darkest Sum
Author: Micki Miller
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Blurb:
The embodiment of the world’s evil has but a single fear, one homeless girl.
Twenty-two-year-old Liz Linden and her nineteen year old brother, Jacob, have lived in the storm drains that run under Las Vegas for almost one year. There are many others living in the makeshift camps. She does her best to make their concrete camp into a home until she can save enough money to get them out of the tunnels and into an apartment.
Of late, her with to get out has become desperate, as she’s come to realize something else is down there, the offspring of malice and hypocrisy. It lives, it grows, and if not stopped, it will fully exist. It is the total of mankind’s evils-The Darkest Sum.
Excerpt:
The air in the tunnel was dank, and black as a shadow’s shadow. Our single flashlight was woefully inadequate. Darkness encased my brother and me while its offspring prowled the concrete corridors searching for us. I’d been fighting for survival my whole life, but never before had I so thoroughly felt it.
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Title: A Bandit’s Request
Author: Micki Miller
Genre: Regency Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Blurb:
He’d been caught with a woman in his arms. In the woman’s bedchambers. By the woman’s furious husband.
The Viscount, Lord Andrew Worthington, stands on the wrong side of a pistol. Drew’s problem had always been his deep adoration for women, in all their varieties. It was just a matter of time before he found himself in deep trouble. Being murdered in cold blood, however, went beyond his worst imaginings. But moments before certain death, he is rescued by the scourge of London’s elite, the infamous Creeping Bandit.
Lady Dove Barrow could have cursed the rake straight to Hades. But even though he‘s spoiled her night’s mission, even though he no doubt deserves it, and even though she will be risking her own neck, Dove cannot abide murder.
As repayment for her good deed, Drew vows to help her with her mission. Little does he know how far it will take them.
Excerpt:
“You’re very petite, for an ogre.” His smile grew full then devastating to her woman’s good sense. “I think I should like to see your face.”
He was close enough to grab her. The beast maintained the grin of his obvious advantage. Panic set in and gripped her. The man she just saved from death had the power to ruin her in every way. He knew it. The smug rake was enjoying himself. She should have let Lord Beaumont shoot him.
“Come now. Don’t be shy. You saved my life. I shall keep your secret. You have my word as a gentleman.”
Dove didn’t worry about her snort giving her away, as it was very unladylike. Some fine gentleman he was, having a liaison with another man’s wife, under the lord’s own roof, no less! The insult of her snort did not affect him.
“You’ve stirred my curiosity into quite a frenzy. Grant me just a peek at you.”
Dove darted around him, but stumbled on the outstretched arm of Lord Beaumont.
The rake caught her before she hit the ground. He wrapped his arms around her, gentle, but firm. His strong hold was akin to a binding caress. One hand climbed up between her shoulder blades. The other encircled her waist. Lord Worthington held her not as a criminal detained, but as a woman desired.
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