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Hi all. I hope the weather is being kind, wherever you are. Here, we are experiencing what looks like spring. Besides a snippet today, I thought I’d share my first week Kindle Unlimited experience with Call Me Miz since my  KDP dashboard is pretty thorough in showing what’s happening.

Units counted were evenly distributed between “borrows” from the KU program and regular sales. Added together, evidently they were enough to boost Miz into the Amazon Best Seller Category: #77 in Kindle Store > Kindle Short Reads > Two hours or more (65-100 pages) > Science Fiction & Fantasy. 

I don’t know how close together series titles should be released, but since Miz #2 —Miz Spelled—is ready, I’m putting it in the KU program this week, February 19th (if all goes well with the formatting and upload).

This week’s eight lines—Missouri Hess #2.

from—Miz Spelled 

Miz  stood on her side porch, polishing an apple and staring at the heavily wooded valley between Hess and Buchanan land.

“Yep, still weird.” While she watched, ancient oaks aligned with younger maples, hickory, and elm, to widen the path to Shep’s property.  Even though the wind was nonexistent this morning, the evergreens swayed as well, inviting her to visit the ridge beyond.

“Looks like something out of a freaking Stephen King novel,” Miz muttered and bit into the tart, Granny Smith; she stood frozen, her feet rooted to the porch floor as a silver birch beckoned to her, its bare branches twisting eerily.

“Why would I want to visit Buchanan’s place? Thomas doesn’t live there anymore; and even if he did, I’m done with him.”

Miz threw her half eaten apple at the offending birch as her words released a cascade of suffocating pain, smothering her in misery.

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Miz Spelled Synopsis: (in progress)

It takes all hell breaking loose in Washington D.C. for hedge witch Missouri Hess to leave her mountain retreat and join her lover in the nation’s capital. Someone has unleashed a snake-eyes death hex against Thomas’s boss, Shep Buchanan. And if the spell doesn’t kill Shep, his own crew might.

Nothing in his military, shapeshifting, Special Forces background has prepared Thomas Hunter for the torture of jaguar mating-heat or the wrath of a furious witch. Though he’s on a mission in D.C., his beast wrests control, returning to the mate he left behind.

After Thomas delivers his own brand of healing, Miz returns with him to duty. They’ve got forty-eight hours to figure out the twisted magic at work—and time is not on their side.

 

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