The Warlord's Stormy Skye by Gail Koger: Win $20 BN/GC

 

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GENRE:  Sci-Fi romance comedy

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 BLURB:

 

My
name is Skye McAllister, I’m a psychic witch and a healer. My life is a
rollercoaster ride of craziness. My unique electrical powers have a bunch of
alien males eyeing me like I’m prime rib at an all-you-can-eat banquet.     

 

If
that wasn’t bad enough, a crazy old witch transformed herself into a half-human
Kotsor spider and is trying to kill me with hexes, magical bombs, and her
zillion hatchlings.  Have you ever tried
to disarm an enchanted bomb with space Neanderthals trying to claim you as
their mate?  It’s a good way to die.

 

To
keep me alive, Zarek, the Coletti Overlord, assigned me a partner.  Vorian is a badass War Commander who is used
to people obeying him immediately.  Like
that’s going to happen.  I will admit
he’s sex on two legs, and so damn pretty. But if I let my hormones dictate my
actions, we’d be bound for life. Not happening.

 

Once
we rid the galaxy of Mallox and the evil spider lady, I’m ditching his fine
ass.

 

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 Excerpt: 

I winced. I had let my temper get the best of me and now my
energy levels were dangerously low. Which meant I’d have to drink Vorian’s
blood to disarm Marion’s nasty little traps. Ugh. Plus, if I didn’t find a way
to stop them, my rabid suitors were going to get me killed. Talk about a rock
and a hard place. If the price of saving Earth was becoming Coletti until I
could conjure up a cure, so be it. I took a deep breath and gestured at the
onyx ownership band Vorian held in his left hand. “How do you put that thing
on?”

 

The War Commander stared at me in surprise. “You are
prepared to become my mate?”

 

The thought of having sex with any male made me sick to my
stomach. “I thought human females disgusted you. This will be a platonic
partnership, nothing more.” I held out my hand. “Deal?” 

 

Vorian’s eyes narrowed speculatively, and then he took my hand.
“Deal.”

 

I looked at Zarek and raised an inquiring eyebrow.

 

With a faint smile on his face, Zarek nodded. “I have no
objections.”

 

“The copper etchings state you belong to me,” Vorian said as
he fastened the band around my throat. “Oh yay! What I’ve always wanted. My
very own dog collar.” It adjusted to fit my neck perfectly.

 

Vorian expelled a long breath. “Most females consider it
an honour to be chosen.”

 

“I’m not most females.”

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links: 

I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police
Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea
what a real emergency is. Take this, for example, I answered, “9-1-1 emergency,
what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a
tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a
tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My
pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a
clue. “I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then
cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal
with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone I took
up writing.

 

 

Author links: www.gailkoger.com

https://www.facebook.com/Colettiwarlordbooks/

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1598719.Gail_Koger

https://twitter.com/Askole

https://www.instagram.com/gkoger58/

https://www.bookbub.com/authors/gail-koger

http://www.amazon.com/Gail-Koger/e/B001K838BY

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER
CODE

 

Gail Koger will award a $20 Amazon/BN GC to a
randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 

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