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Hi all. I hope everyone is well. I’m currently filled with two parts excitement and one part angst. After six years and eighteen titles published, you’d think the next one out would be a breeze. But, in a way this is my first ride on the publishing rodeo. I’m Indie releasing my books this year and along with loving the control, I’m discovering the huge amount of work that self-publishing entails.

One of the fun, fun, fun parts is cover shopping (also a huge time suck). After visiting a number of great sites that feature pre-made covers, I discovered selfpubbookcovers.com and chose a cover by graphic artist, diversepixel. So, as well as sharing another snippet from Call Me Miz, I’m posting her new cover. *BG*

(I used creative punctuation in ten sentences today because I wanted to include the whole scene.)

from-Call Me Miz

Thomas drifted in a state of perfect happiness; there was something about her touch that soaked heat into him, spreading a layer of warmth and removing pain and tension at the same time.

“Magic hands,” he grunted and felt her jerk of surprise as she worked the muscles in his back.

“Not magic—training; for instance, I know most folks ache here and don’t even realize it,” she murmured, her slow drawl sounding almost defensive as she pressed on a spot above his tailbone, before she began a rough pummeling that made him groan in delight.

From that point on the masseuse named Miz accompanied her ministrations with a running list of muscles and tissue that she stroked, pulled and kneaded, sending him to heaven while the cat in him threatened to purr out loud.

“Flip over now and I’ll get your chest and shoulders.”

Thomas didn’t even think before he rolled onto his back, displaying the  mile high tent in the front of his sweats and destroying his carefully planned offer of a platonic dinner and night out.

She glanced down at it, the flag under which Big John fiercely waved, and didn’t miss a beat. “That’s controlled by the corpora cavernosal smooth muscle,” she said. “When it doesn’t work, it’s known as erectile dysfunction.” Her tone was dry when she added, “Apparently you’re healthy.”

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Call Me Miz Synopsis:

Masseuse, hedgewitch, healer… Although Missouri Hess can take pain and illness away with her touch, and pull truth from a liar every time, she considers her strange talents a curse. Being a healer is a lonely existence when the people you help, shun your truth-telling side.  Nevertheless when misery calls, Miz is compelled to answer.

Thomas Hunter is a government agent and  a member of an elite Special Forces team—emphasizing the word special. In human form, Thomas is a mouth-watering hunk of rippling muscles. Since he’s in Bitter Creek Holler to meet the local werewolves, he’s spending most of his time prowling the woods as a jaguar, ready to greet shifters in parlay or meet the enemy with fang and claw.

But Thomas doesn’t know the area, or realize until too late, that he’s become prey. When Miz rescues his furry form from a conibear trap, the beast in him claims her as his own. It’s up to Thomas to work out the details and convince the bewitching healer she’s his mate.

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