Catching Dragos
by Gail Koger
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Everyone calls Mariah Smith the Judge. No, she doesn't
wear a black robe or sit on a bench. She provides a unique
service to those who have been wronged. She's an expert in
paybacks both psychic and magical.
Mariah's next target is the famous supermodel Fabian.
Smoking hot body, the face of an Italian sinner and dumb as
a rock. His crime? Sticky fingers. The man whore makes
millions of dollars a year, but can't resist seducing elderly
women out of their jewelry? How does she resist all that
tanned, male perfection and unmask Fabian as the gigolo he
truly is?
Smoking hot body, the face of an Italian sinner and dumb as
a rock. His crime? Sticky fingers. The man whore makes
millions of dollars a year, but can't resist seducing elderly
women out of their jewelry? How does she resist all that
tanned, male perfection and unmask Fabian as the gigolo he
truly is?
Mariah soon discovers Mister Sticky fingers isn't quite as dim
witted as he acts. He's actually the Dragos clan's top demon
hunter who is stealing back magical artifacts that open
gateways to hell. Now that she's attracted Fabian's attention
, he's determined to possess her and her magical abilities.
witted as he acts. He's actually the Dragos clan's top demon
hunter who is stealing back magical artifacts that open
gateways to hell. Now that she's attracted Fabian's attention
, he's determined to possess her and her magical abilities.
Oh My God that was
hilarious! This is one amazingly
well-written book and so thought out. And it
was such a
delight to read.
This is Mariah and Fabian's
story. She is the judge she is
who you call when someone needs payback. He is a
supermodel and a womanizer. But not the women you
think. He seems to like them
mature like grandma type.
But she knows he is up to something. Now she is also
a
master of disguise.
So even though they met once she
is sure she can fool him. But he knows her by
her scent
and he thinks it is delicious. But they are both more than
meets the
eye. Now they have to save the world before
they can be together and it seems
something always
comes up. My favorite is character is xero she is
adorable. And
can pop in and out when she wants but
so can grandma. And every time they try
to be intimate
someone pops in or shows up with an ax.
Now before I ruin this for
you I will leave off. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do
like this
book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors
really like it
when you do; they value your opinions too.
My name’s Mariah
Smith, but everyone calls me the Judge. No, I don’t wear a black robe or sit on
a bench. Using my psychic and magical abilities, I provide a unique service to
those who have been wronged. I’m in the business of paybacks.
How did I choose this
career path? Justice. I wanted justice for my father. Dad was one hell of a
cop. His partner, Dan Harvey, not so much.
Dan’s midlife crisis
led him to dump his wife of twenty years and shack up with Bambi, a hot-to-trot
teenager. When my dad found out she was only sixteen, he tried to talk his
partner into stopping the affair. When that didn’t work, my father was forced
to tell the chief of police what was going on.
That ended Dan’s career,
his illicit affair, and their partnership. The court sentenced the idiot to a
year in county lockup. The minute Dan got out of jail and foundout Bambi had
moved on to fresher game, he lost it.
He cleaned out his
ex-wife’s bank account, shot my father, and fled. My dad survived but had to
learn to walk again. The lame-ass detective they assigned to the case misplaced
the evidence, and the county attorney refused to prosecute.
Using my rather
awesome psychic abilities, I tracked the jerk to Mexico. While my dad recovered
from a bullet in the back, Dan was having the time of his life in Acapulco.
He drove a flashy red
sports car and had a luxury villa with a spectacular view of the bay. I was
going to teach Dan a well-deserved lesson. First he would lose his libido, his
looks, his money, the car, and the villa.
Dan’s oversexed
libido was in high gear, and he wasn’t content until he had bedded at least
five women a day. Did he practice safe sex? Hell, no. He liked going commando,
and Senorita Clap soon had him walking like a bowlegged cowboy. It was a real
shame his meds didn’t work.
Disguised as a maid,
I soon discovered Dan took a popular baldness drug that had some rather nasty
side effects. It caused men’s genitals to shrink, and within a month 80 percent
of the users became impotent. I tripled his dose, and damn, it worked. He
couldn’t get it up, and not even the little blue pill helped.
Dan was an extremely
vain man. Instead of getting braces for his son, he blew the money on veneers
for his own teeth. I added a mixture of nicotine, black tar, and a dash of
magic to his toothpaste. Presto! Pearly whites gone. I hacked his bank account,
sent the money back to his ex-wife, and reported Dan’s bogus credit cards to
the Mexican Federales and his landlord.
Next, I hotwired
Dan’s sports car and drove it down to the poorer side of town. I watched
gleefully as it was stripped down to the frame. I had it towed back to his
villa. Dan threw a hissy fit and
unloaded his Glock into the remains. Sometimes getting your car back simply
isn’t enough.
Dan’s expression when
he got arrested for fraud? Priceless. He’s now doing time in a Mexican prison.
That’s what I call justice.
As time passed, my
reputation grew. I became very selective about the cases I took. I’m not a killer.
My retributions were carefully planned out to expose the villains’ crimes and
get closure for the victims.
My current target was
the famous supermodel Fabian. Smoking hot body, the face of an Italian sinner,
and dumb as a rock. His crime? Sticky fingers. The man-whore makes millions of
dollars a year, but can’t resist seducing elderly women out of their jewelry?
I’m not talking about mature women of fifty or sixty. I’m talking old. His
latest victim, Ethel Rossi, was eighty-five, hard of hearing, and had a bad
habit of misplacing her dentures.
Rumor has it, Ethel
fell asleep during the act. Maybe Fabian’s not the fabled lover everyone says
he is. The Rossi family hired me to retrieve the three-hundred-year-old
medallion he walked off with and unmask him as the gigolo he truly was.
..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸.ஐ Gail Koger ஐ..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸.
How do I come up with my stories? Being psychotic helps.
I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for way too long. All those years of
wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre behavior and
outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch
and an uncontrollable craving for chocolate. Don’t get me
wrong. Working as a 9-1-1 dispatcher can be very rewarding.
BUT - some days I felt like the entire world was nuts. I mean,
c’mon, who in their right mind calls 9-1-1 for the winning
lottery numbers? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in
the head with my phone, I took up writing.
I made the Night Owl's Awesome Paranormal Romance
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