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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.
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?
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?
Mariahsoon 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.
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.
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.
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 Authors List.
made the Night Owl’s Awesome Paranormal Romance Authors List.
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.
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.
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I like the colors in the cover but not the male character. I have no questions for you. I would prefer the blue earrings.
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