Welcome to the weekend! Today, I am participating in the tour for Hothar’s Folly – the 9th book in the Coletti Warlords series by Gail Koger! Enjoy and don’t forget to enter the giveaway!
ABOUT THE BOOK
Coletti Warlords Book 9
by Gail Koger
Genre: SciFi Romance
Undercover psychic investigator Casey Jones’ hunt for a traitor in Central Command gets blown all to hell when the crew of the military C130 cargo plane she’s riding on tries to kill her. Drawing on her telekinesis, Casey stops their assassination attempt and bails out as the aircraft goes down in flames.
Casey meets her new partner at eight thousand feet, when Hothar is suddenly wrapped around her like a limpet. He declares he has come to rescue her from a watery death. All the butthead is going to accomplish is getting them both killed. She’s a battle-tested Siren and quite capable of catching the turncoat without his help.
Or maybe not. There’s suddenly a shitload of bad guys trying to kill them. Casey quickly realizes they are an unbeatable team. She’s a bit surprised when the young Coletti warrior brags that he knows how to perform over one hundred sex acts from his mind meld with the Overlord. Does she have a budding Don Juan on her hands? He’s certainly eager to try out every one of those positions. Come to think about it, so is she. But first, they must expose the traitor before billions die.
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Locked Out On Christmas Eve!
I put the finishing touches on the tree and noticed that the outside lights were off. I flipped the switch for the porch lights, and nothing happened. Hmmm. Had I overload a circuit breaker? I had gone a tiny bit overboard with the decorations. Pulling on my slippers, I went outside to check the circuit breaker panel. Nope, everything was good.
Then it hit me. Those pesky gophers had chewed through my power lines again. I headed for the front door and turned the handle. Crap! The door was locked. My dogs looked out the window, and innocently wagged their tails.
Just friggin’ terrific. It was midnight, colder than a grave diggers’ ass, and I was wearing a ratty nightgown. Thankfully, my friend Chris had a key to my house. The bad news was she lived several miles away.
My teeth chattering, I hurried down the sidewalk, and suddenly my residential street was busier than the freeway at rush hour.
A kid stuck his head out the driver’s window and hollered, “Hey baby, need a ride?”
I increased by pace and yelled, “No thanks.”
Another car slowed to a crawl and kissy noises emitted from the interior. Really? My granny gown wasn’t the least bit sexy. I gave him the one finger salute.
Tires squealing, they took off yelling naughty words.
They were definitely getting coal in their Christmas stockings. Trying to keep to the shadows, I stepped on a beer bottle, and the next thing I knew I was face down in a prickly bush. Ouch!
I wiggled out of the bush. God, I hated idiots who felt they had the right to toss their trash anywhere they pleased. My hand closed over the bottle, and I was suddenly blinded by a brilliant white light. Shading my eyes, I waved the beer bottle at the nice cop. “Hi there. Kinda nippy tonight, isn’t it?”
“Are you drunk ma’am?”
I babbled nervously, “Do I look drunk?”
Laughter in his voice the cop answered, “Yes ma’am you do.”
He dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of my face before I realized it was Chris’s husband. “You’re such a jerk Ed.”
“So, I have been told. You lock yourself out again?”
“Yes, could you give me a ride?”
He opened the back door on his patrol car and gestured. “Climb on in.”
I let out a long sigh. “Why can’t I sit in the front seat?”
Ed shook his head sorrowfully. “Not while you’re wearing that god-awful nightgown.”
“Very funny.” I climbed in.
Before he shut the door, Ed quipped, “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you…”
“Shut up Ed.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He shut the door and proceeded to drive all the way back to my house with the overhead lights flashing psychedelically. Ed parked in front of my house and hit the siren for a long ten seconds. “Whoops!”
Faces appeared in my neighbor’s windows. “You’re a real riot.”
Laughing, Ed opened the car door, escorted me up to my front door, and unlocked it for me.
“When did you start carrying my key with you?”
“Right after you locked yourself out of the house for the eighth time.”
He plunked a Santa hat on his head. “I live to serve. Ho. Ho. Ho.”
“Boring night, huh?”
"Yup, Merry Christmas.”
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How do I come up with my stories? Being psychotic helps. I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for way too long. All those years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an uncontrollable craving for chocolate. Don’t get me wrong. Working as a 9-1-1 dispatcher can be very rewarding. BUT - some days I felt like the entire world was nuts. I mean, c’mon, who in their right mind calls 9-1-1 for the winning lottery numbers? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone, I took up writing.
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