Thanks for joining me today on Night Owl Romance.
Tammie King of NOR: To get us started can you please start by telling us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?
Gail Koger: I'm currently working on The Warlord's Comeuppance. It's a prequel to Just My Luck which was released July 10th. 911 Magazine is also publishing Reflections of a Demented Dispatcher, my true life story of the thirty-one years I worked as a 9-1-1 dispatcher and all the wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre behavior and outrageous demands I dealt with. The History of 911 will be published in September by 911 Magazine.
Tammie King of NOR: Could you please tell us a little about yourself?
Gail Koger: I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for thirty-one years and to keep insanity at bay, I took up writing. Not to worry. The insanity isn't catching - much. Other than the addiction to chocolate and the twitch in my left eye, I'm good. I've had my weird but true stories published in newspapers and magazines. My first book was The Ghost Wore Polyester, a murder mystery/comedy set in Sedona, Arizona. Just My Luck is my second book and I'm currently working on The Warlord's Comeuppance. I've also worked with producer, Bonnie Forbes of Fortress Features on several reality TV series. The Peoria Times and Glendale Star newspapers interviewed me and the articles are available on line.
Tammie King of NOR: If you could be one of the characters from this book - Who would you be? And why?
Gail Koger: Zarek, the Overlord of the Coletti clans! He's such a bad-ass that he makes Darth Vader look like little Orphan Annie. All that power wrapped up in that massive, very lickable, hot body. I could zap all the idiots that call 9-1-1 for stupid stuff. Like -what are the winning lotto numbers or my plumbing is plugged up, could you send an officer out? No. Not a chance in hell. We really don't care how bad you have to pee, police officer aren't plumbers. Kay?
Tammie King of NOR: Can you please give us a sneak peek into the book?
It ends now.
Every cell in my body went on red alert. Uh oh. I unfastened my harness and scrambled out of the chair. My frantic gaze searched for some place to hide. Damn, did it have to be such an itty bitty ship?
With unhurried movements, Talree undid his harness and stood.
I stared up at him. Did he have to be so fucking big? Why me? There has to be thousands of women on your world begging for the chance to be with you.
Something primal, carnal flared to life in his fierce stare. I desire only you.
Yeah, well, disappointment's a bitch, but you'll get over it.
I jumped as invisible fangs suddenly nipped at my neck. Stay the hell away from me.
Phantom hands caressed my breasts and a thumb feathered my nipples. My body clenched in reaction.
Come to me.
I took an involuntary step forward as liquid fire raced through my body. No! I backed up as the horrible truth hit me. If he took me, I would be his forever. I don't have sex with strangers.
Not a stranger. I am your mate.
I shuddered as a ghostly mouth began sucking my right nipple. We're not even the same species. Our parts won't fit.
They will fit.
I hissed as mental fingers slid down my stomach and glided between my legs. An electric shock jerked my body as the fingers penetrated me. Stop it, you horny bastard.
But you are such a tasty meal. He moved towards me, a predator stalking his prey. Take off your clothes.
No. I moaned as the fingers moved deeper inside me and my body began to vibrate with need.A hot tongue licked my clit. I clenched my fists as lightning arced through me. Another lick and my knees buckled. I crumpled to the floor as I rode a crest of pleasure so intense I thought I would explode. "Oh God. Oh God. I'm so screwed."
Yes. Talree tilted my head up and fastened his mouth on mine. Whoa! Kissing was universal. Who knew?
A growl of annoyance sounded in my head as Talree's tongue invaded, tasted, possessed. He began thrusting into my mouth, the rhythm matching the movement deep inside me. I was dimly aware of him unbuttoning my shirt. A part of me was screaming blue bloody murder. Another part of me welcomed his invasion, embraced it.
Tammie King of NOR: Please tell us what you have planned next?
Gail Koger: The Warlord's Comeuppance is a fast, fun science/fiction romance of how the ultimate big, bad, scary Warlord pursues Detja, the best thief in the galaxy.
Tammie King of NOR: What kind of research did you do for this book? Did you enjoy the research process?
Gail Koger: No research. My incredibly demented mind came up with it in a dream. Yeah, a dream. A really hot dream that wouldn't go away until I wrote the book. And yeah, it was fun.
Tammie King of NOR: Can you please give us a sneak peek at any of your upcoming books?
The Warlord's Comeuppance:
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 spit less of him? That he never ever stops until he either captures or kills his quarry? 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 really angry Coletti warlord. But, I am very good at what I do. Bad news is, so is Zarek.
My name is Detja. The Enforcers call me the Ghost. As a master thief I must be a combination of magician and chameleon. The illusion of magic deflects attention away from the act and when things go to hell, like they sometimes do; the ability to blend into any situation or culture is a must. My looks are my biggest illusion. I'm a Farin, the fragile flowers of the universe. No one in a million years would ever expect me to be an extraordinary thief or powerful psychic. Everyone takes one look at my delicate frame and exotic features and dismisses me as harmless. Really big mistake on their part. I'll admit that most Farin females are timid creatures devoted to domestic duties and incapable of doing harm to anyone. Me? I'm an anomaly, a genetic throwback to a time long, long ago when Farin females were warriors.
Tammie King of NOR: Is there anything else you would like to share with readers?
Gail Koger: Laughter is the best medicine in the world. It keeps you sane. Okay, I'll admit I'm a bit nuts but who wouldn't be after thirty-one years as a 9-1-1 dispatcher. If you want to escape the gloom and doom of the recession with a fun book that makes you laugh and hot sex scenes that make you squirm, my book is for you.
Tammie King of NOR: What would be the best way for readers contact you? Do you have a website? Email address? MySpace site? Blog? Message Board? Group?
Gail Koger: My website is: http://www.gailkoger.com I also do a blog on Twitter - I go by askole.
Tammie King of NOR: When did you first decide to submit your work? Please, tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?
Gail Koger: I started submitting Just My Luck around January 1, 2009. My family and friends really believed in me. My boss at the chiropratic office is one of my biggest fans. She read Just My Luck twice within a two week period and kept talking about the book at work to other employees and patients. Which really helped when those awful reject letters started pouring in. Persistence is the name of the game. Never, ever give up.
Tammie King of NOR: What was your first published work and when was it published?
Gail Koger: My first book was THE GHOST WORE POLYESTER, a murder mystery set in Sedona, Arizona. It was published in 2004 by Crossquarter Publishing and believe it or not you can still buy a copy on Amazon. We sold it to them with our blurb of: The Ghost Wore Polyester and sang offkey disco tunes. Wouldn't you agree to find his killer to get him out of your bedroom?
Tammie King of NOR: Do you outline your books or just start writing?
Gail Koger: I did an outline with Just My Luck but ended up tossing it out after sixty pages because I was having way too much fun with my Tabor spiders. Yeah, you heard me. Spiders. Thirty-five pounds of pure mean and the best S.W.A.T. team a girl can have.
Thank you for this opportunity!