Is Anything Better Than Christmas at the Inn?

The Facebook post appeared. A seemingly generic post about… something. I will confess now that I might not have read it right away had anyone else posted it. But Liz Johnson… Something told me I’d want to know.

Something was right.

My brain, tired from a long night of writing (or maybe from just waking up—now I can’t remember)–read it something like this. “Blah, blah, blah, special project, blah, blah, blah, Prince Edward Island, blah, blah, blah Red Door Inn, blah, blah, Christmas.”

I blinked and reread. If her Red Door Inn was on sale for Christmas, my FB followers would want to know.  This time, I paid attention.

Then I squealed. Then I begged for a review copy. Of what?  Christmas at the Red Door Inn.  I read the post again, and again.  I canceled that review copy request.

It was on Kindle Unlimited.  Just for the record, if a book is on Kindle Unlimited, I read there first, unless buying it is at full price.  Why?  Because on a book that’s under a buck, the author makes a maximum of thirty-four cents.