Thursday Spotlight: Gail Koger

An excerpt from THE WARLORD’S COMEUPPANCE
By
Gail Koger

The Sharqi Pleasure Palace is a male’s wet dream. For me it was an utter nightmare. Species from every corner of the galaxy swarmed the dimly lit, disgustingly gaudy interior. All with one thought on their feeble minds. Sex. Lots and lots of sex. Not a problem since the joint was full of willing, overly enhanced females and all available for a price.

For me it was a really big problem. Trying to keep out of reach of the grabby paws, claws and slimy tentacles was annoying. As in pulling my laser pistol and shooting every one of them in the balls, annoying.

Only the memory of Thea’s tear streaked face kept me focused as I upped the potency of my psychic lure. My hips shimmied and shook as I gyrated around the tables in an erotic hypnotic frenzy trying to lure, Dogon, one particularly vile male closer and closer with the promise of utter sexual ecstasy. Unfortunately, all I seemed to be doing was attracting every other vile creep in this hellhole. Yuck, just kill me now. I winced as another adoring fan left another bruise on my ass.

My long silver hair swirling around me, I snaked my arms high above my head and clicked the zills on my fingers to the beat of the drum. A Hoochee dancer’s costume leaves very little to the imagination. A tiny metallic green bra with a beaded fringe that barely covered my nipples and a matching beaded skirt that twirled around my bare legs, bare butt and you get the picture.

A lecherous smirk on his face, Dogon finally gestured to me. Bless you Goddess. I gave him a seductive smile and danced out of reach. My arms beckoned to him, enticing him with the promise of utter rapture. Eyes glazed with lust, he shot to his feet and followed blindly as I danced towards one of the private rooms. I’d soon be wiping that smirk off his face. One jab of my tranquillizer ring and I’d relieve the little creep of the Desh Raj medallion he’d stolen from Thea.

My psychic senses went into alert mode. Someone very powerful had just teleported in. My heart stuttered in shock as Zarek’s predatory gaze locked on me. Balock’s balls! Of all the pleasure palaces in the galaxy, he just had to walk into this one?

Something hot and primal moved in Zarek’s amber eyes and I gulped in horror. Hells bells! He wanted me. Not in the torture and kill kinda way, but in the lick every inch of me kinda way. Maybe I had used a little too much sexual juice.

Okay, way too much, because I suddenly craved his touch. This was bad on so many levels but how could any female not want to touch every delicious inch of him?

Zarek practically oozed sex appeal and he had the hard, muscular body and chiseled features of a vid star. His long ebony hair was done up in those sexy warrior’s braids. Yummy!

Doing it with him would be mind-blowing and probably fatal. It wouldn’t take him long to figure out that I was one who took the Ditrim crystal. But, Goddess, he was one magnificent male specimen.

Cold fear skittered down my spine. What was wrong with me? There was no way he could have marked me, was there? I eyed the tailored black uniform that emphasized his massive frame and literally burned with the need to touch all those luscious muscles. Oh, Goddess. I sucked in a panicked breath. I had to stop this. Big, bad. Big, bad. Big, bad scary Warlord who wants me dead, dead, dead. And don’t forget the rumors about the whole swapping out your DNA thing. A smart thief doesn’t let her hormones control her. A smart thief cuts her losses and runs.

Stealing from a warlord and giving him the one finger salute as I made my getaway was not the brightest thing I’d ever done. Okay, it was an incredibly stupid stunt.

Did I mention that this particular Coletti warlord is the most feared in the entire galaxy? That Zarek’s the ultimate predator and even the other warlords are scared spitless of him? That he never ever stops until he either captures or kills his prey?

Yeah, I have the big, bad after me and all because of one little finger. Okay and a Ditrim crystal the size of my fist. Am I worried? Of course, only an idiot doesn’t fear a very angry Coletti warlord. But, I am very good at what I do. Bad news is, so is Zarek.

Comments

  1. Oh, yeah, I’m ready for this one!

    Tracey D

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