Did You See This From Mythunderstood?
Hey it’s Chris,
Thanks for grabbing WITCH BLUES — THE MARSHAL OF MAGIC from bookfunnel!
If you are like me, your to be read pile is huge, so you may not have had a chance to dive in yet.
That’s okay, because if you’re a fan of Dresden, Potter and the Iron Druid, you’re in for a treat.
I wanted to let you know you can grab the next in series and see some sneak previews of what’s coming up next!
There are five books in the series now, plus the next that should be out by October.
The Marshal of Magic Series
2. Witch Blues
6. MythUnderstood
Plus, when you grab Big Easy Witch or Viva Witch Vegas or Rules for Fighting Demons this week, I’ll send you Guns and Magic Free!
Because I’m all about the bonus stuff.
I send out a Magic Monday newsletter with links to free books, bonus material and more great stuff.
But you’ll have to guess what day it comes out.
While you wait, grab your copy of BIG EASY WITCH or grab all 3, so I can send you another free book, Guns and Magic.
Cheers,
Chris
PS. Want to see chapter one to Mythunderstood, book 6 in the series?
Keep reading:
THE MARSHAL OF MAGIC –
MYTH UNDERSTOOD
“I need your help,” the voice on the other end of the phone said and I froze.
The simple truth was, I never expected to hear from her again. At least not in this life.
Plus, I was still feeling from the sight of a black fox darting from the undergrowth in the woods and dropping a flip phone cell on the path at my feet.
It felt surreal and disconnected, like the fragment of a dream where the afterimage lingers long after the sun has come up to burn away the memories.
I remembered her.
Kiko. From Vegas.
The fox made sense. She was kitsune. Half human, half deity spirit from the island of Japan.
I tried to think of a great comeback, one that would impress her and stoke the fires.
“I bet you do.”
Nailed it.
“Because of Vegas?” she purred.
I could imagine the curl of her pouty lip, lifted in one corner in a semblance of a smile.
“Exactly,” I said into the phone and tried not to yell as I ignored the slick patina of fox slobber that coated the plastic shell.
“Nice,” her voice sounded tinny. Distant. “Uh, remember the dragon you stole the egg from?”
“We,” I corrected her.
She cleared her throat and waited to see if I had more to say. I wanted to rage, to rant and curse. Instead, I waited back.
It was easy to imagine the look on her face.
She had a beautiful face.
“We,” she finally sighed into the phone.
“I remember,” I prompted.
“She had a daughter,” Kiko said. “I think she’s trying to kill me.”
Coming October
