Thursday, May 25, 2023

Book Blurb Blitz for The Warlord's Stormy Skye by Gail Kroger (GIVEAWAY)……

Readers will be drawn to this sci-fi story of a strong and sassy heroine with psychic and magical abilities who's being hunted down by a crazed witch who transformed herself into a spider...along with sexy alien males hoping to claim her as their mate.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Warlord's Stormy Skye by Gail Kroger, then learn even more about this witty and steamy rom-com by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this seventeenth installment in the Coletti Warlords series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $20 bookstore GC too!

My name is Skye McAllister, I’m a psychic witch and a healer. My life is a rollercoaster ride of craziness. My unique electrical powers have a bunch of alien males eyeing me like I’m prime rib at an all-you-can-eat banquet.
If that wasn’t bad enough, a crazy old witch transformed herself into a half-human Kotsor spider and is trying to kill me with hexes, magical bombs, and her zillion hatchlings. Have you ever tried to disarm an enchanted bomb with space Neanderthals trying to claim you as their mate? It’s a good way to die.
To keep me alive, Zarek, the Coletti Overlord, assigned me a partner. Vorian is a badass War Commander who is used to people obeying him immediately. Like that’s going to happen. I will admit he’s sex on two legs, and so damn pretty. But if I let my hormones dictate my actions, we’d be bound for life. Not happening.
Once we rid the galaxy of Mallox and the evil spider lady, I’m ditching his fine ass.


I winced. I had let my temper get the best of me and now my energy levels were dangerously low. Which meant I’d have to drink Vorian’s blood to disarm Marion’s nasty little traps. Ugh. Plus, if I didn’t find a way to stop them, my rabid suitors were going to get me killed. Talk about a rock and a hard place. If the price of saving Earth was becoming Coletti until I could conjure up a cure, so be it. I took a deep breath and gestured at the onyx ownership band Vorian held in his left hand. “How do you put that thing on?”
The War Commander stared at me in surprise. “You are prepared to become my mate?”
The thought of having sex with any male made me sick to my stomach. “I thought human females disgusted you. This will be a platonic partnership, nothing more.” I held out my hand. “Deal?”
Vorian’s eyes narrowed speculatively, then he took my hand. “Deal.” I looked at Zarek and raised an inquiring eyebrow.
A faint smile on his face, Zarek nodded. “I have no objections.”
“The copper etchings state you belong to me,” Vorian said as he fastened the band around my throat. “Oh yay! What I’ve always wanted. My very own dog collar.” It adjusted to fit my neck perfectly.
Vorian expelled a long breath. “Most females consider it an honor to be chosen.”
“I’m not most females.”


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.


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