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The journey draws Eridale deeper into the conflict between the Empire and the rebel Freedom Fighters

Wednesday, June 12th, 2019

 

 

Melanie
is an author, designer, photographer, and flight attendant all rolled into one.
She has told stories all her life and finds her passion in sharing the plots
that spin through her head. She now lives in Portland, Oregon, with her two
dachshund-chihuahua dogs. She loves the beauty of the Pacific Northwest that
feeds her imagination.
When no one is listening, Melanie loves to belt Broadway songs in her living
room and car. Someday she hopes to be on a flight where someone is reading her
book.

 
To
escape capture by Imperial soldiers, 16-year-old Eridale Storm leaves the only
home she’s ever known and drags her younger sister into the wilds of
Mericon—the Empire that formed when America collapsed. Hoping to find safety
with their mother who disappeared when Eridale was three, the girls follow
clues that lead them across the country, but the empire hounds their every
step.

The journey draws Eridale deeper into the conflict between the Empire and the
rebel Freedom Fighters, producing questions about Eridale’s heritage, questions
no one wants to answer.

Caught between the threads of deception, rebellion, and betrayal, Eridale
struggles to find out who she is. The answers she finds could lead the country
back to freedom or shackle them under the imperial throne forever.

This is book 1 of a 4 book series and not a stand-alone book.

 

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Snippet:
The villagers won’t help us. Survival is up to me.
            I take a
deep breath, calming the jitters that twist my stomach. My fists tighten and
release.
“Leah,
bring me Papa’s bow.”
            Her eyes
widen.
“You’ll
be considered an outcast if you hunt.” Her gaze darts to the door and windows.
            “I’ve never
been accepted in this village. I’m different from everyone, honey. Just look at
me.” I motion to my reflection in the mirror, still broken from when the
Opprimere took my step-father.
            My dark,
coppery red hair cascades in a mass of curls from my ponytail down to my waist,
and my steely violet eyes reflect the pain of my situation. No one in the
village looks like me. 

 

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The trouble is that Patrick is anything but average–he’s a fallen hybrid angel

Sunday, May 19th, 2019
Heart
of a Hunter
Hell
On Heels Book 1
by
Tamela Miles
Genre:
Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance  
 
Life
has never been kind to teen, Elle Connor. With a troubled home life,
the gritty, violent streets of Los Angeles have become her home. She
never questions her superhuman abilities until she encounters, in a
fight or die situation, a guardian angel Tagas, who reveals her holy
origins as one in a long history of demon hunters. She also has her
eye on her attractive classmate, Brandon. 

 

 

Problems
arise when Elle finally realizes that life as a hunter is fraught
with tragedies and is deeply lonely. Elle is presented with a choice
– follow her calling from God as a hunter or live a “normal”
life with love. Can Elle tip the scales in favor of what’s good or
will she become just another casualty in the eternal war between good
and evil?

 

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Dark
Deliverance
Hell
On Heels Book 2
 
Elle
Connor’s life is as grim as she had always feared. Years of demon
slaying have left her with nothing to show for her trouble. She’s
convinced a “normal” life was never meant for
her. 

 

 

Patrick
Holt wants nothing more than to be away from the holy wars and has
lived quietly for years as an average human. The trouble is that he’s
anything but average–he’s a fallen hybrid angel.

 

 

When
Tagas the guardian angel pairs them up to investigate the brutal
slayings of young women in Los Angeles, Elle wants nothing to do with
Patrick. As Elle and Patrick begin to understand each other,
irritation is forgotten and fiery passion ignites between them. “No
ties” is how they both live, but Elle soon begins to long for
much more. As they become sucked deeper into the mysterious killings,
Elle fears that, in this battle, Hell will win.

 

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Hell
Hath No Fury
Hell
On Heels Book 3
 
Elle
and Patrick have settled into a life of peaceful domesticity with
their infant daughter after years of battling in the holy wars.
However, Hell’s agents haven’t forgotten about them. When Pyro
unleashes his torment in the worst way, Elle and Patrick must find a
way to save their child and hold onto each other in the face of
incredible evil. Will Hell have the last word in a battle that forces
Elle to return to the darkness inside herself?
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Tamela
Miles is a California State University San Bernardino graduate
student with a Bachelor of Science degree in Child Development and a
former flight attendant. She grew up in Altadena, California in that
tumultuous time known as the 1980s. She now resides with her family
in the Inland Empire, CA. She’s a horror/paranormal romance writer
mainly because it feels so good having her characters do bad things
and, later, pondering what makes them so bad and why they can never
seem to change their wicked ways.

 

 

 

She enjoys emails from
people who like her work. In fact, she loves emails. She can be
contacted at 
tamelamiles@yahoo.com or
her Facebook page, Tamela Miles Books. She also welcomes reader
reviews and enjoys the feedback from people who love to read as much
as she does.

 

 

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The silence around us makes my stomach twist…

Wednesday, November 29th, 2017

 

16-year-old Eridale Storm must leave the only home she’s ever known and brave the dangers of the unknown wilds to escape capture by Imperial soldiers.
The only safe place is with her mother, who abandoned her to lead the freedom movement when Eridale was just a child. On her journey, Eridale learns that she holds a key role in the confilct between the Empire and the Freedom Fighters. Her choices could lead the people back to freedom or shackle them under the imperial throne forever.
Can Eridale face the heritage that will define the rest of her life?

 

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Melanie is an author, designer, photographer, and flight attendant all rolled into one. She has told stories all her life and finds her passion in sharing the plots that spin through her head. She now lives in Portland, Oregon, with her two dachshund-chihuahua dogs. She loves the beauty of the Pacific Northwest that feeds her imagination.

When no one is listening, Melanie loves to belt Broadway songs in her living room and car. Someday she hopes to be on a flight where someone is reading her book.

 

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Scot tugs at my elbow, urging me toward another natural passageway that widens into an open space twice the size of the previous cavern. I stare up at the rounded ceiling above my head. The formation appears natural though the six hollowed openings all around the edges do not. Each of the six openings has a man-made desk situated in it, and each opening looks like it serves a specific purpose. Some have computer screens attached to the wall, others have devices that look like strange ear muffs.

Before I can find out more, Scot leads me down the dimly lit hall to the left. With each step my body tenses. If these people aren’t who they say they are, I’m in big trouble. I scan the area, mentally mapping my surroundings and searching for the best possible escape routes. My fingers tighten on my bow. I take a breath to calm the rising paranoia, telling myself that if they were the enemy, they wouldn’t take a chance leaving me armed.

We turn a corner and enter another cavern. This one is more than triple the size of the first. The whole stinking mountain must be hollow. Several levels of openings, each with their own group of busy people, rise above me to the ceiling nearly forty feet overhead.

My mouth drops open, and my eyes dart around the room, trying to take in everything all at once. On one side of the cave, six computers surround a screen similar to the one Melami used to show Leahli and me the information about Mericon. The people at the computers watch the screen intently, accompanied by a low murmur of voices. Opposite the computers I notice a short passage to another room where, at a glance, I make out all sorts of gadgets and equipment.

On the second level people move around dressed in white coats, and I wonder if they are medicine men and women, or doctors as Tolaree’s textbooks termed them. I turn in a circle, craning my neck to see what is on the third and fourth levels, but my limited height hides them from view.

As I turn, the murmur of voices slows and eventually stops. The eerie silence captures my attention. My gaze comes full circle to meet a slightly older but otherwise mirror-image version of myself. Everything from the petite frame right down to the flaming red hair and violet eyes is the same. My mother, Guinolen Storm.

Now that I regard her in person, I notice the subtle differences between us. Her milky white skin is much paler than mine, and her hair is much tamer and more controlled, with a lot less curl. She’s a fraction of an inch shorter than me, and her mouth is heart-shaped while mine is more oval.

The silence around us makes my stomach twist, and I shift my feet.

Guinolen smiles. “Eridale.”

Her smooth voice holds a lilting hint of an accent. As it sounds across my ears, a thousand brief memories assault me. I remember that voice singing softly in the darkness. I remember it crying as well as fighting. I remember it pledging love to Tanier McClough and later telling me I have a sister. Tears spring to my eyes as these memories flood in, momentarily pushing the harsher feelings back. That lasts for about five seconds before all the longing, sorrow, frustration, and anger return with a vengeance. I swallow hard, working to rein in my tumultuous emotions.

My voice is flat and emotionless when I respond. “Mom.”

 

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