Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Book Spotlight/Giveaway: Arresting the Warlord

Discover the next wonderful book by author Gail Kroger today and make sure to enter the giveaway below for a chance to win a $25 Amazon/BN gift card from the author during the tour. The Excerpt tour is sponsored by Goddess Fish Promotions and you can find all the tour stops HERE

Arresting the Warlord
Science Fiction/Futuristic Romance


CeeCee Tsosie is a Navajo Nation police officer and shaman with the ability to control the weather. She’ll admit arresting Jake Jones, a Coletti Warlord, for speeding was not one of her better decisions. But hey, the law was the law and the drop-dead gorgeous warlord pushed every one of her buttons. She might have been a tad over-zealous with her rainstorm and stun gun, but the Jackass had it coming.


An alien serial killer is stalking the Navajo Nation. The Coletti Empire is hunting a galactic fugitive. Turns out they need each other’s help to stop the shapeshifting predator. Can she work with the Jackass? Can Jake convince CeeCee she’s the one? Only time, and the spirits will tell.


Exclusive Excerpt:

I grabbed Jake’s hand and pulled him toward a miniature hogan. “I’ll explain it later. We have prey to track.”


 Jake dug his heels in. “That’s the sweat lodge?”


“It is.”


“It’s too small, I won’t fit,” Jake protested.


“You fit in the back of my patrol car, didn’t you?”


Jake gave me the stink eye. “With my knees up under my chin.”


“If you sit crossed-legged and hunch, you’ll fit,” I said and crawled inside the sweat lodge.


“Fuck. I’m stuck,” Jake groused as he tried to follow me.


“Lose the armor or teleport inside.”


Jake’s armor folded away, exposing his well-muscled body. “This better be worth it.”


“I don’t want to look at his junk,” Uncle Jesse griped.


Giving him the one finger salute, Jake squeezed through the opening and hit his head on the ceiling. “Fuck!”


“Hunch,” I instructed.


“I’m hunching. I’m hunching.”


Uncle Jesse wriggled in, took his place near the firepit, and poured peyote laced water on the rocks. Steam filled the sweat lodge. “Ancient Mother awaits us.”


I let the flap close and darkness engulfed us.


“It’s like being buried alive,” Jake grumbled.


I rolled my eyes. What had happened to the fearless warlord?  “This is supposed to simulate a mother’s womb and your rebirth.”


“If you say so.”


Jesse beat on a drum and chanted, “Ancient Mother, we hear your call. Ancient Mother, we hear your song. Ancient Mother, we hear your laughter. Ancient Mother, we taste your tears.”


“Mitayuve, oyas, lecham, welo omakiya yo,” I intoned repeatedly.


“Shit. Shit. Shit.”


I exhaled a long breath. “What’s wrong now?”


“I’ve got a Charley horse,” Jake answered.


“Uncle Jesse can you fix it, please.”


“If I must.” Uncle Jesse threw more water on the stones. “Hozhq sitsiji shivaagi.”


“Sonovabitch! It stopped,” Jake exclaimed.  


“Good. Now open your mind to the Ancient Mother.”


“Yes, ma’am.”


“Mitayuve, oyas, lecham, welo omakiya yo,” I recited and concentrated on finding Jia Stanka. A blue Italian road sign appeared in my mind. It read San Gagliano 8 and had a white arrow pointing west. Good. Jia was still in Italy. I frowned as my vision shifted to a fancy restaurant. Our drop-dead gorgeous assassin was wearing a slinky black dress and could put that super model Cindy whatever to shame. Oh, my God. Fate was a twisted bitch. Her date was none other than my cousin Giovanni Dragos. He had the evil scientist vibe going with the wild, white hair, thick bushy eyebrows and a spiffy white suit that could double as a lab coat. A shudder shook me. He was studying Jia as if she were an interesting but odd specimen he wanted to dissect in his lab.   

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 of what a real emergency is. Take this for an 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.










Gail Koger will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thanks for hosting!

Bernie Wallace said...

Do you have any ideas for a follow up book?

Gail 58 said...

Arresting the Warlord is a roller coaster ride, full of adventure, sizzling romance and LOL moments.

Gail 58 said...

The book in the series is Stealing Jia.

Rita Wray said...

Sounds like a great read.

Victoria Alexander said...

Thanks for sharing the great post!

James Robert said...

I appreciate hearing about your book, thanks and for the giveaway also. Thanks so much!

girlfromwva said...

great cover art to a wonderful sounding story. added to TBR list.

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