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#SneakPeek #BookTour Hothar’s Folly by Gail Koger

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.
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#BookSpotlight Falling Through The Ceiling by Audrey and Larry Jones

Audrey Robinson Jones left Kansas to attend Wellesley College, graduating in 1972 with her degree in anthropology/sociology, planning to be a social worker. Instead, she worked in healthcare administration for almost 30 years with her husband, including running his multi-office pediatric practice for 24 years. She also earned master’s degrees in healthcare administration and business.

She became managing partner of an airport concessions company and purchased two business franchises with her sons. At the same time, she and her husband built a loving home with three sons. As life unfolded, her sons and husband were diagnosed with ADHD. Managing businesses and four ADHD males took its toll on her health.

In 2008, Audrey was stricken with an almost fatal autoimmune disease. Recovering and retired, Audrey remains a vital force, including participating with Larry in several international health missions trips. At home, she continues to lead a local food pantry, something she’s done for over fifteen years, in addition to family advocacy activities.

Larry Albert Jones, MD, grew up in the 1950s with an overprotective mother and grandmother in a poor section of Memphis, Tenn. His childhood was greatly impacted by the village of educators and church folks who recognized his intellect. That village launched Larry to Wesleyan University, Johns Hopkins University and The Johns Hopkins School of Medicine. Unfortunately, he lost his mother to cancer before his 20th birthday, but his path was set. He began to notice how much time he required to maintain his college GPA as he prepared for medical school. Keeping his eye on the prize, he persevered, never considering that he would later be diagnosed with ADHD.

For at least 20 years of his career as a pediatrician and parent, he did not link his children’s symptoms and signs of ADHD to himself. While being an effective and popular clinician, he lived in denial about his own diagnosis. Larry is currently a departmental medical director for the SSM Healthcare System. With treatment and counseling, Larry is pursuing community projects, including facilitating a STEM program with elementary school students in Ferguson, MO.

The memoir of Audrey and Larry Jones and their three sons demystifies ADHD in childhood and beyond.

A blend of love, humor and real-life irony, Falling Through the Ceiling makes sense of the nonsensical, shedding light on the challenges of living with attention deficit hyperactive disorder (ADHD). These stories offer the real-deal reality of living with a house full of ADHD, including the ups, downs and chaos of what happened and the consequences of such. The authors, a married couple of 45 years, offer experience, practical insight and what they learned from counselors, research and their own mistakes to assist people coping with children and adults who are affected by ADHD.

Sharing their personal life challenges with the effects of ADHD, this is a real, sometimes painful, story written to help families recognize and navigate to controlling chaos and unlocking the gifts of ADHD in their children and themselves.

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The Spring Girls—Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy—are a force of nature on the New Orleans military base where they live. As different as they are, with their father on tour in Iraq and their mother hiding something, their fears are very much the same. Struggling to build lives they can be proud of and that will lift them out of their humble station in life, one year will determine all that their futures can become.

 

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