Hothar's Folly by Gail Koger Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Hothar's
Folly
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.
I
surveyed the tiny island and a shudder shook me. Except for the trees
full of cane spiders there wasn’t any place for me to change. I
jerked my thumb at the warriors. “I don’t want to strip down in
front of all of them.”
Uncle
Saul turned to the five Coletti warriors who had been following our
conversations with great interest. “Check the island for any signs
of the Rodan.”
“As
you command,” they said in unison, clamped their right arms against
their chests and vanished.
I
smacked Hothar’s hands as he tried to unbutton my shirt. “I don’t
need your help to undress. If you’ll both turn around, I’ll get
out of my fat suit.”
“As
my lady wishes.” He obediently turned to face the ocean.
As
soon as my uncle had his back to me, I kicked my boots off and
stripped down. I tugged and tugged on the fat suit’s zipper. The
friggin’ thing was glued shut. I yanked and yanked and yanked some
more. Since Uncle Saul didn’t like me cussing, I went with, “Son
of a monkey. Mothersmucker!”
Hothar
asked casually. “Do you need help?”
“I
do, but don’t you dare laugh at me.”
“We
wouldn’t think of it,” Uncle Saul promised solemnly.
“Fine.
Get me out of this.”
Both
men turned around. There wasn’t a trace of emotion on their faces
as they studied the fat suit.
“A
very effective disguise.” Hothar glanced at my uncle. “Cut it
off?”
Uncle
Saul bobbed his head. “I agree.”
They
pulled their knives and went to work.
I
heard a muffled snicker and looked over my shoulder. Uncle Saul was
grinning like a loon. “You promised.”
“Sorry
sweetheart, but you gotta admit this is pretty damn funny,” Uncle
Saul said. “You resemble the marshmallow man from that silly ghost
movie.”
“How
was I to know the suit ballooned up in salt water?” I expelled a
long breath when the foam rubber concoction fell away. The ocean
breeze was pure heaven. “Thank you.”
“You
are truly beautiful,” Hothar stated.
The
naked desire in Hothar’s eyes had me blushing. “And you win the
grand prize for awesome dimples.”
“Knock
it off you two.” Uncle Saul’s mouth tightened into a hard line.
“Get dressed. The Overlord will be here shortly. He’s
anxious to interrogate Jarok.”
My
eyes widened in horror. “Do I still look like I have the plague?”
“The
Overlord won’t even notice,” Uncle Saul promised, refusing to
meet my gaze.
Seriously?
My skin was the color of a boiled lobster with pieces of white foam
still stuck to it. “What happened with the horrendous space
battle?”
“The
Overlord,” Hothar said and handed me my clothes.
“Right.
The big scary came, saw, and blew them all to hell.”
Guttural
screams rent the air.
I
took one look at the horde of hairy spiders covering Jarok and
scrambled up Hothar’s back like it was the Matterhorn. Once I was
perched on his shoulder, I cried, “You said cane spiders were
harmless.”
“Those
are not cane spiders,” Hothar replied, endeavoring to loosen my
death grip on his head.
“No
shit!”
“Language,
young lady,” Uncle Saul warned as he reached up to pull me off
Hothar’s shoulders.
Immense
power rippled the air around us as the Overlord teleported in.
We
all froze.
Zarek’s
cold amber gaze examined us and the pieces of my fat suit. He cocked
a dark brow. “I cannot wait to hear your explanation.”
“Spiders
frighten my mate,” Hothar clarified.
“Mate?”
I
smacked the top of Hothar’s head. “Am not.”
Letting
out a sigh, my uncle pointed at Jarok. “Spiders.”
As
if on cue, Jarok uttered a bone-chilling shriek.
Zarek
took it all in and tapped his warrior’s bracelet. Ten seconds
later, the spiders scurried back into the monstrous web.
“You
don’t think they ate the other warriors, do you?”
“They
did not. I had them teleport back to the ship.” Zarek replied.
“Oh,
that’s good.” I released my death grip on Hothar’s head and
smoothed his hair down. “Sorry.”
Uncle
Saul plucked me off Hothar’s shoulders. “You should be.”
“Before
you return Casey to the ship, make sure she is dressed. My crew knows
she is your daughter General, and Jones females are highly sought
after.”
“Casey
is mine,” Hothar growled, a hand on his sword.
An
aura of sheer menace radiated from Zarek. “Are you challenging me?”
Wazzock’s
piss! I jumped in front of Hothar. “No! He’s not. He’s annoyed
that Waewae got away. We all are. Annoyed. That is.” There
was no way in hell I wanted the two of them fighting. It would get
messy. Really messy and for some darn reason I couldn’t let Zarek
hurt or kill Hothar. What was up with that?
All
the Overlord’s terrifying power was suddenly wrapped around me and
I flinched when he started mucking about in my head. How had he
gotten through my shields? Using every trick Quinn had taught me I
tried to evict him, but nothing worked.
Zarek’s
deadly voice sounded in my mind. “You wouldn’t let me
harm Hothar?”
“No,
sir.”
“How
did you plan on stopping me?”
“I’d
keep dumping you in the ocean until you cooled down.”
Zarek
leaned down and whispered in my ear. “It wouldn’t have worked.”
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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.
I
made the Night Owl's Awesome Paranormal Romance Authors List.
WRITING
TIPS FROM A DEMENTED AUTHOR
Writing
sex scenes:
Hey,
I'll admit it. Sex scenes are not my forte, but I had to up my
heat level for Vexing Voss. I took a vow of celibacy when I was
thirteen, and pretty much suck at all the intimate details. You know?
What goes where. Okay, you can stop laughing now. Geez.
Research
is essential for a smoking hot love scene. When I need something new,
all I have to do is go out in my backyard and wait. My neighbor and
his current girlfriend are pretty frisky in the pool. Their screams
get every dog in the neighborhood howling, and I can pick up some
pointers from their unusually athletic sexual positions. No, I am not
a Peeping Tom. It’s research.
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