Hi lovelies! It gives me great pleasure today to host Gail
Koger and her new book, “Shenanigans”!
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Shenanigans
by Gail Koger
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GENRE: Paranormal Romance
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BLURB:
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.
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EXCLUSIVE
EXCERPT:
A
row of ancient metal warehouses lined the street. Squashed between two
warehouses was a tavern. Every surface of the bar had been marred by red and
black spray-painted gang signs. The thumping, rap-crap music blaring from the
interior, rattled my van so badly the assortment of leashes fell off their
hooks.
Tattooed
bikers, hollow-eyed winos and strung-out junkies loitered around the entrance.
They all seemed to enjoy the poor excuse for a song. A few transients did a bad
hip-hop dance on the garbage strewn sidewalks.
I
parked, rolled the window down and listened. The pounding music couldn’t drown
out the raucous cock-a-doodle-dos that vied with the frenzied barking of
frightened dogs. Bingo. The racket was coming from the last warehouse.
I
flipped the visor down and checked myself in the mirror. An elderly nun looked
back at me. My friend Sally worked at a mystery dinner theater and taught me
the art of applying stage makeup. The black habit I borrowed barely hid my
steel-toed boots. My special hitman latex gloves insured I didn’t leave any
prints behind. I put a taser in my right pocket, picked up the box of
hamburgers and climbed out of the van.
The
street people eyed me hopefully. I gave them a big smile. “I’m Sister Mary and
I’m here to feed the lost.”
A
wino put a hand to his ear. “What?”
“Food,”
I yelled.
Everyone
crowded around me eagerly. Lordy, did they stink and where the hell did all the
flies come from? I handed out the burgers. “Bless you my child,” I shouted
repeatedly as I made my way down the sidewalk.
A
big, muscle-bound biker stepped in front of me, blocking my path. He had
menacing down to an art form.
I
eyed him warily. Why did he look so familiar? Had I met him somewhere? Kind of
hard to tell. His bushy brown beard hid his features, the mirrored sunglasses
concealed his eyes and a black pirate skull cap covered his hair. I slid my
hand in the pocket with the taser and raised an inquiring eyebrow.
The
biker hollered, “Stay away from the last warehouse, Sister. Bad shit goes down
in there.”
“Thank
you, my son.” I handed him another burger and gave out the rest of the food.
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AUTHOR BIO:
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.
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Gail ~ It is so great to have you here again! Congrats on your new book and good luck on the book tour! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for hosting!
ReplyDeleteThanks for having the gang over. Shenanigans is a fast and funny screwball comedy.
ReplyDeleteI liked the excerpt.
ReplyDeleteI love your cover and I would love to read your book.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your post, thanks for the great giveaway :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about your book. Congratulations on the release. Bernie Wallace BWallace1980(at)hotmail(d0t)com
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