Today, I'm hosting a promo on Gail Koger's latest paranormal romance release, Shenanigans, as a part of the ongoing excerpt tour. Hope you enjoy the exclusive excerpt accompanying this post.
Gail Koger will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour
Shenanigans
Gail Koger
Published: April 27, 2018
Kandi Cain inherited her Dr. Doolittle abilities from her grandmother and became a psychic pet detective. To her dismay, she just acquired the power to communicate with the spirit world, but dead people give her the willies.Just when Kandi thought her life couldn’t get more complicated, the neighbor from hell moved in next door. The nasty guy’s name is Dutch Callaghan. How can someone so gorgeous be such a dick? Kandi could chalk some of it up to his job. Dutch is a Phoenix PD homicide cop.
Kandi’s current case is rescuing a Yorkie from a brutal dog fighting ring. Little does she know her dog napping suspect is involved in a series of brutal murders. Disguised as an elderly nun, Kandi rescues the Yorkie and, in the process, blows the hell out of Dutch’s undercover operation.
Kandi now finds herself a person of interest in her client’s murder and her sexy-as-hell, pain-in-the-butt neighbor is in hot pursuit of the Ninja Nun. Is Dutch about to slap the cuffs on? Only time will tell.
An Exclusive Excerpt from Shenanigans:
The front door opened and in walked a three hundred-pound hoochie mamma in a glow-in-the-dark lime green mini skirt and thigh-high, fuck-me boots. Her enormous breasts threatened to pop out of her low-cut flowered top. “You are Senorita Cain?”
“I am, and you must be Maria Torrez.”
“Si.” Her heavily mascaraed eyes suddenly brimmed with tears. “You must help me.”
I gestured to the chairs. “Please have a seat.” I waited until she had plunked her ample bulk onto a chair before asking, “Who’s missing?”
Maria bursts into tears. “Tinkerbell. Tomas took my Tinkerbell.”
“Is Tomas your boyfriend or husband?” Pushing the box of tissues to her, I noticed her sparkly neon green nail polish.
“That pendejo was my boyfriend until - until I caught him sleeping with my puta sister.” Maria let loose with a string of creative Spanish curses.
I think she called her sister a whore and said something nasty about the size of Tomas’s dick. Sometimes my client’s lives resembled one of those telenovela soap operas. “Do you have a picture of the pendejo and Tinkerbell?”
“Si.” Maria blew her nose loudly, then reached into her purse and pulled out two pictures. “They were taken a month ago.” She placed them on the desk.
The pendejo’s head and face were covered in tattoos. I think he was Hispanic, but it was kind of hard to tell. He was giving the camera the one-finger salute and I noticed the prison markings on his knuckles. “What is Tomas’s last name?”
“Lopez,” Maria supplied.
“How long was Tomas in the big house?”
At Maria’s confused look, I said, “Jail? How long was he in jail?”
“Two years for fighting of the dogs.”
Yeow, and that didn’t send her running for her life? Tinkerbell was a Yorkshire terrier and she wouldn’t last long in a bout. “Do you know if he’s still holding dog fights?”
“Tomas promised me he no do it anymore.” Maria’s mouth quivered. “The pendejo took my puta of a sister to a fight. He is Ringmaster. After the dog and chicken fights, men beat each other in a cage. The puta said the hombres give Tomas mucho dinero to watch. Mucho, mucho blood.”
Sounded like Tomas was running illegal, mixed martial arts fights too.
“Tomas say he will put my Tinkerbell in cage with Brutus, his muy bad pit bull.” She broke down and sobbed like her heart was breaking.
“I am, and you must be Maria Torrez.”
“Si.” Her heavily mascaraed eyes suddenly brimmed with tears. “You must help me.”
I gestured to the chairs. “Please have a seat.” I waited until she had plunked her ample bulk onto a chair before asking, “Who’s missing?”
Maria bursts into tears. “Tinkerbell. Tomas took my Tinkerbell.”
“Is Tomas your boyfriend or husband?” Pushing the box of tissues to her, I noticed her sparkly neon green nail polish.
“That pendejo was my boyfriend until - until I caught him sleeping with my puta sister.” Maria let loose with a string of creative Spanish curses.
I think she called her sister a whore and said something nasty about the size of Tomas’s dick. Sometimes my client’s lives resembled one of those telenovela soap operas. “Do you have a picture of the pendejo and Tinkerbell?”
“Si.” Maria blew her nose loudly, then reached into her purse and pulled out two pictures. “They were taken a month ago.” She placed them on the desk.
The pendejo’s head and face were covered in tattoos. I think he was Hispanic, but it was kind of hard to tell. He was giving the camera the one-finger salute and I noticed the prison markings on his knuckles. “What is Tomas’s last name?”
“Lopez,” Maria supplied.
“How long was Tomas in the big house?”
At Maria’s confused look, I said, “Jail? How long was he in jail?”
“Two years for fighting of the dogs.”
Yeow, and that didn’t send her running for her life? Tinkerbell was a Yorkshire terrier and she wouldn’t last long in a bout. “Do you know if he’s still holding dog fights?”
“Tomas promised me he no do it anymore.” Maria’s mouth quivered. “The pendejo took my puta of a sister to a fight. He is Ringmaster. After the dog and chicken fights, men beat each other in a cage. The puta said the hombres give Tomas mucho dinero to watch. Mucho, mucho blood.”
Sounded like Tomas was running illegal, mixed martial arts fights too.
“Tomas say he will put my Tinkerbell in cage with Brutus, his muy bad pit bull.” She broke down and sobbed like her heart was breaking.
Giveaway:
About the Author:
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.
To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone I took up writing.
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(Note: I received this promo+giveaway info from Goddess Fish Promotions. ~Punya)
9 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
These tours are great so thank you for all the hard work you all put into bringing them to us. We have picked up some terrific books thanks to all of you bloggers and the authors as well.
Thanks for having the Shenanigans gang over. Shenanigans: A Fan-Freakin’-tastic romp with a hot hunk, spunky heroine and a feisty Yorkie!
I enjoyed getting to know your book and thanks for the chance to win :)
Thanks for sharing the great post :)
I would just love to read your book.
What was your favorite book growing up? Good Luck with the release. Bernie Wallace BWallace1980(at)hotmail(d0t)com
I loved the Hardy Boys Joseph.
Gail, it was a pleasure to be hosting you! x
Hey everyone, thanks for stopping by and commenting. Special thanks to James Robert for following my blog. :) Best of luck on the giveaway!
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