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One psychic pet detective.

One grumpy homicide cop.

A million ways to cause total chaos. 

Shenanigans

Shenanigans Book 1

by Gail Koger

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy, Supernatural Sleuth

Kandi Cain inherited her Dr. Doolittle abilities from her grandmother and became a psychic pet detective. To her dismay, she just acquired the power to communicate with the spirit world, but dead people give her the willies.

Just when Kandi thought her life couldn’t get more complicated, the neighbor from hell moved in next door. The nasty guy’s name is Dutch Callaghan. How can someone so gorgeous be such a dick? Kandi could chalk some of it up to his job. Dutch is a Phoenix PD homicide cop.

Kandi’s current case is rescuing a Yorkie from a brutal dog fighting ring. Little does she know her dog napping suspect is involved in a series of brutal murders. Disguised as an elderly nun, Kandi rescues the Yorkie and, in the process, blows the hell out of Dutch’s undercover operation.

Kandi now finds herself a person of interest in her client’s murder and her sexy-as-hell, pain-in-the-butt neighbor is in hot pursuit of the Ninja Nun. Is Dutch about to slap the cuffs on? Only time will tell.

 

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The Trouble With Tigers

Shenanigans Book 2

Lions and tigers and skunks, oh my! Kandi Cain’s a psychic pet detective. Her cases range from wrangling baby goats, to finding lost critters. Her current case is rescuing a lion from a Nigerian warlord. Kandi knew dressing up as a demonic clown and walking a lion down a city street would freak people out. But, wow! She didn’t expect Armageddon.

The hot as hell Detective Dutch Callaghan’s on her trail again and showing more than a professional interest. Kandi’s talents have attracted the attention of a CIA black ops agent who wants her to steal twelve endangered white tigers from a Pakistani warlord. The mission’s crucial to prevent a terrorist attack.

Wait! What? Terrorists? What had she gotten herself into? Kandi wasn’t a superhero. She couldn’t bend steel with her bare hands, and she wasn’t faster than a speeding bullet. She’s Doctor Doolittle. She talks to the animals and occasionally the dead.

 

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Howdy. My name is Gail Koger and once upon a time I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher. Too many years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an uncontrollable craving for chocolate. I took up writing science fiction romance to keep from killing people. So far, it has worked.

 

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SURRENDERING TO THE BEAST

Erotic Paranormal Rom-Com

Book Two - Taming the Beast

AMAZON

When she's good, she's very good...

But when he's bad, she's better.

A Bad Boy to Die for

and a Good Girl Who Longs to be Bad

Good Fairy

Bad Boy Satyr with Lust on his Mind

Erotic Play

Sexy Spells

Cast Includes a Sexy Genie Who Knows

How to Get Down & Dirty

When she’s good, she’s very good—but when he’s bad, she’s better…

It’s definitely not business as usual at From Crud to Stud, a makeover service for supernatural beings. Dare we say it? Receptionist Heather—a good fairy with a pure heart, mind and body—is on the fast track to exquisite corruption with Daemon, a satyr.

Sex has never been this good or adventurous. Half-man, all beast, Daemon’s the ultimate bad boy, a follower of the god of wine and a good time. Before, during and after his makeover to look fully human, he intends to put some color into Heather’s pale cheeks.

She’s one conflicted but turned-on babe. Especially as Mistress Jin, a genie Daemon commands, agrees to show Heather how to cut loose. Under the mistress’s tutelage and Daemon’s shameless lust, Heather’s gonna find out what love and having fun is all about.

Warning:

Not your typical bedtime story. May lead to indecent behavior, a taste for voyeurism, discipline and bondage, which will result in screaming orgasms. Proceed with caution.

PRAISE FOR SURRENDERING TO THE BEAST

"Tempting the Good Fairy"

You will Love, Love this quirky, funny, and sweet unique book and series!. The story line will win your heart!. The characters are amazing. This is such a fun to read book and series!

- Roxie, Amazon.

"Surrendering to the Beast"

Taming the Beast series is a unique series featuring all different kinds of paranormal beings. From Crud to Stud is a very unique concept too! All together it makes for a very lively and entertaining read!                                                                                         - deb1210, Amazon

TEASERS

Excerpt:

      Heather pressed her hand to her chest. She’d expected to see his socks, maybe even his bare feet, not hooves. “You’re not mortal.”

“No kidding.” He puffed out another breath. “That’s why I’m here.” He gestured to the reception area stuffed with potted plants and feathery ferns. The greenery made the coral walls seem even warmer in comparison. Faux-gas fixtures provided a dated, romantic feel, like old New Orleans.

Loud hisses and teeth snapping filled the hall.

He arched one dark eyebrow and raked his gaze over her.

Perspiration rolled down her back and between her breasts.

Pleasure sparkled in his beautiful eyes. “I take it I’m in the right place for a makeover?”

Few beings had deeper voices than his. Awe blossomed within her. A pleasant feeling. Her nipples tightened. She liked that, too, when she shouldn’t have. Given the huge bulge behind his fly, she guessed what he was. “You’re a satyr, right?”

“That’s me. Wine, women and song.” He winked.

A zombie moaned.

He looked over. “Speaking of song, you should get a sound system in here. Drown out those crappy noises with some down-and-dirty heavy metal. You like Behemoth? Their Lucifer kicks serious ass.”

His bulge got bigger, the folds between her legs damper. Fighting dizziness, Heather plodded to her computer, mystified as to why he had such an enticing effect on her when other guys had only sparked panic. Satyrs were charming, sure, and natural seducers. They had to be, considering all they thought about and wanted was sex. However, they didn’t have the power to turn a good fairy against her ingrained principles. At least, she didn’t think they could. “Do you have an appointment, Mister…”

“No Mister, just Daemon. Nope on the appointment, too. I’m hoping you can fit me in. What are you?”

Heather stopped keying. “The receptionist.”

He laughed with pleasure, not derision.

The deep, virile sound rushed straight past her bones and into her marrow. Her belly fluttered.

“I mean what kind of being are you? No, wait. Let me guess.” He tapped his forefinger against his bristly jaw.

He wore an ornate silver ring with a large black stone on his right middle finger. His hands were big and rugged rather than frightening.

Heather wasn’t certain why, but she saw good strength in them, the sort that cherished and made mortal women sigh in appreciation.

She might have whimpered in delight, but didn’t have enough breath.

He made a frustrated sound. “You’re either an elf or a fairy. Damn, I can never tell those two beings apart.”

That hurt deep. Fairies and elves weren’t similar at all. No different from mistaking a satyr for a centaur. Despite his rude comment, she couldn’t be surly or sarcastic. “I’m a good fairy.”

“That explains all the white you’re wearing.” He gestured to her peasant blouse, gypsy skirt and ballet flats.

An outfit she’d bought at Macy’s, not a uniform store for fairies. Heather knew she wasn’t cool like the babes he probably knew and had been intimate with, but he didn’t have to make her feel like a total loser. Embarrassed, she lowered her face. “I like the color. It suits me.”

“Hey, I’m not arguing.” He held out his hands in surrender. “I’m all about pleasing the ladies.” He grinned.

His teeth were white and straight, his smile raffish yet charming.

Heather shook off her arousal. “I’m sure you are and you haven’t.” She hit the computer keys harder than usual and checked the appointment book. “Zoe can see to you in twenty minutes.” Zoe, another BFF, was a reformed demon who knew how to keep guys from getting too frisky. “Please grab your boots and follow me.”

He clopped after her and stopped abruptly to read the business name and its motto, Suppressing the Beast, painted on the wall. He shook his head. “Damn shame what we guys have to go through now to snag the babes.”

“You mean mortal women.” His biceps were beyond awesome, beefy and firm. Prominent veins coursed down them. “I understand nymphs are still into satyrs.”

“True, but I want to try the other side.” He planted one hand on his flat belly and swiveled his hips. 

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SURRENDERING TO THE BEAST

Erotic Paranormal Rom-Com

Book Two - Taming the Beast

AMAZON

When she's good, she's very good...

But when he's bad, she's better.

A Bad Boy to Die for

and a Good Girl Who Longs to be Bad

Good Fairy

Bad Boy Satyr with Lust on his Mind

Erotic Play

Sexy Spells

Cast Includes a Sexy Genie Who Knows

How to Get Down & Dirty

When she’s good, she’s very good—but when he’s bad, she’s better…

It’s definitely not business as usual at From Crud to Stud, a makeover service for supernatural beings. Dare we say it? Receptionist Heather—a good fairy with a pure heart, mind and body—is on the fast track to exquisite corruption with Daemon, a satyr.

Sex has never been this good or adventurous. Half-man, all beast, Daemon’s the ultimate bad boy, a follower of the god of wine and a good time. Before, during and after his makeover to look fully human, he intends to put some color into Heather’s pale cheeks.

She’s one conflicted but turned-on babe. Especially as Mistress Jin, a genie Daemon commands, agrees to show Heather how to cut loose. Under the mistress’s tutelage and Daemon’s shameless lust, Heather’s gonna find out what love and having fun is all about.

Warning:

Not your typical bedtime story. May lead to indecent behavior, a taste for voyeurism, discipline and bondage, which will result in screaming orgasms. Proceed with caution.

PRAISE FOR SURRENDERING TO THE BEAST

"Tempting the Good Fairy"

You will Love, Love this quirky, funny, and sweet unique book and series!. The story line will win your heart!. The characters are amazing. This is such a fun to read book and series!

- Roxie, Amazon.

"Surrendering to the Beast"

Taming the Beast series is a unique series featuring all different kinds of paranormal beings. From Crud to Stud is a very unique concept too! All together it makes for a very lively and entertaining read!                                                                                         - deb1210, Amazon

TEASERS

Excerpt:

      Heather pressed her hand to her chest. She’d expected to see his socks, maybe even his bare feet, not hooves. “You’re not mortal.”

“No kidding.” He puffed out another breath. “That’s why I’m here.” He gestured to the reception area stuffed with potted plants and feathery ferns. The greenery made the coral walls seem even warmer in comparison. Faux-gas fixtures provided a dated, romantic feel, like old New Orleans.

Loud hisses and teeth snapping filled the hall.

He arched one dark eyebrow and raked his gaze over her.

Perspiration rolled down her back and between her breasts.

Pleasure sparkled in his beautiful eyes. “I take it I’m in the right place for a makeover?”

Few beings had deeper voices than his. Awe blossomed within her. A pleasant feeling. Her nipples tightened. She liked that, too, when she shouldn’t have. Given the huge bulge behind his fly, she guessed what he was. “You’re a satyr, right?”

“That’s me. Wine, women and song.” He winked.

A zombie moaned.

He looked over. “Speaking of song, you should get a sound system in here. Drown out those crappy noises with some down-and-dirty heavy metal. You like Behemoth? Their Lucifer kicks serious ass.”

His bulge got bigger, the folds between her legs damper. Fighting dizziness, Heather plodded to her computer, mystified as to why he had such an enticing effect on her when other guys had only sparked panic. Satyrs were charming, sure, and natural seducers. They had to be, considering all they thought about and wanted was sex. However, they didn’t have the power to turn a good fairy against her ingrained principles. At least, she didn’t think they could. “Do you have an appointment, Mister…”

“No Mister, just Daemon. Nope on the appointment, too. I’m hoping you can fit me in. What are you?”

Heather stopped keying. “The receptionist.”

He laughed with pleasure, not derision.

The deep, virile sound rushed straight past her bones and into her marrow. Her belly fluttered.

“I mean what kind of being are you? No, wait. Let me guess.” He tapped his forefinger against his bristly jaw.

He wore an ornate silver ring with a large black stone on his right middle finger. His hands were big and rugged rather than frightening.

Heather wasn’t certain why, but she saw good strength in them, the sort that cherished and made mortal women sigh in appreciation.

She might have whimpered in delight, but didn’t have enough breath.

He made a frustrated sound. “You’re either an elf or a fairy. Damn, I can never tell those two beings apart.”

That hurt deep. Fairies and elves weren’t similar at all. No different from mistaking a satyr for a centaur. Despite his rude comment, she couldn’t be surly or sarcastic. “I’m a good fairy.”

“That explains all the white you’re wearing.” He gestured to her peasant blouse, gypsy skirt and ballet flats.

An outfit she’d bought at Macy’s, not a uniform store for fairies. Heather knew she wasn’t cool like the babes he probably knew and had been intimate with, but he didn’t have to make her feel like a total loser. Embarrassed, she lowered her face. “I like the color. It suits me.”

“Hey, I’m not arguing.” He held out his hands in surrender. “I’m all about pleasing the ladies.” He grinned.

His teeth were white and straight, his smile raffish yet charming.

Heather shook off her arousal. “I’m sure you are and you haven’t.” She hit the computer keys harder than usual and checked the appointment book. “Zoe can see to you in twenty minutes.” Zoe, another BFF, was a reformed demon who knew how to keep guys from getting too frisky. “Please grab your boots and follow me.”

He clopped after her and stopped abruptly to read the business name and its motto, Suppressing the Beast, painted on the wall. He shook his head. “Damn shame what we guys have to go through now to snag the babes.”

“You mean mortal women.” His biceps were beyond awesome, beefy and firm. Prominent veins coursed down them. “I understand nymphs are still into satyrs.”

“True, but I want to try the other side.” He planted one hand on his flat belly and swiveled his hips. 

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Alina Jacobs is here to tell us about The Art of Almost Losing it, The Richmond Brothers #3, contemporary romantic comedy.

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The Art of Almost Losing It

Alina Jacobs

(The Richmond Brothers, #3)

Publication date: August 4th 2026

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

There comes a time in every almost-thirty-year-old woman’s life when getting kidnapped off the street is preferable to admitting that the hot, rich boyfriend you’ve been bragging about for months does not, in fact, exist.

Yes, it’s terrifying being stuffed in the trunk of a Mercedes, but I would rather be locked in a stranger’s penthouse than sleeping on the floor of my parents’ apartment like the loser daughter I am.

Honestly?

It’s nice to get some alone time. And my own bathroom.

He bribes me with money not to call the police.

I scream at him for forcing me to go to brunch as his prisoner at the hottest restaurant in New York.

Now everyone in my parents’ aggressively posh Manhattan neighborhood thinks we’re dating.

Buckle up, buddy.

I have a full wedding itinerary to attend, and congratulations—you’re my fake boyfriend.

Unfortunately, my kidnapper is the worst fake boyfriend in the history of fake boyfriends.

He’s mean.

Aloof.

Emotionally unavailable.

And deeply offended by how much time I spend on my phone.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to ignore how yummy he smells, all muscular and tall as he fumes next to me in bed, furious because I asked him when the sexy portion of the kidnapping is going to happen.

It’s a fair question, though, right?!? I thought kidnapping came with benefits!

Guess my kidnapper didn’t want me that much after all.

Men lying about their desire for a relationship. Story of my life.

Now I’m trapped.

He’s miserable.

And somehow, this is starting to feel dangerously like a relationship.

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EXCERPT:

The one time a hot guy shows interest in me… and he’s a violent kidnapper.

My screams cut off as he tosses in my laptop case. It lands on my ribs, knocking the breath out of me. He shoves my legs fully into the trunk, then tosses in the barking Lulu, then slams the door.

I assume it’s a mistake.

The expensive German car. The bespoke suit. The cologne that smells like money and expensive scotch—Men like him don’t grab women like me.

So why did he just shove me, in all my pizza-sauce-stained, Costco-clothes glory, into the trunk?

I needed a boyfriend, sure, but I did not expect him to arrive via a felony crime.

The engine purrs.

Wait.

Am I really being kidnapped?

Like… for real?

Sleet rattles against the roof as the realization hits.

Oh.

Oh no.

I’m trapped in the trunk of a stranger’s car. A dangerous man. Being driven God knows where.

Sure, he’s attractive—but that is deeply unhelpful information right now.

I’ll never see my family again. Never eat a dollar slice of pizza again—

Wait.

I squint.

Window.

This isn’t a sedan. This is an SUV.

I’m not trapped.

I haul myself up and pop my head over the back seat.

“You’re a crappy kidnapper!” I scream.

“Shit!” he yells—and nearly plows into a parked truck. “You—!”

The car jerks to a stop at a stop sign. He throws it into park and starts climbing over the seats toward me.

“You can’t kidnap me,” I say, panic creeping in. “You don’t want me. I’m not a girl anyone kidnaps.”

My dog barks.

Emerald-green eyes catch the light.

“Sit down,” he commands.

“My mom is going to be really upset if I don’t come home tonight,” I blurt. “Let me go.”

The doors lock.

I fumble in my purse. Find my pepper spray.

“Yes!” I whisper. “I’m a strong, independent —”

I spray… myself.

“Water,” I gasp, coughing, wheezing, blind.

I suck in a lungful of peppery air and yank at the door handle, begging it to open.

Too late.

“Stupid fucking girl,” he snarls, grabbing my jacket and dragging me forward.

“You didn’t even handcuff me!” I wheeze.

He pauses. “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

He loosens his tie.

I gulp.

“I cannot believe,” he sneers, “that I kidnapped the most unattractive woman in Manhattan.”

Oh.

So… not the future love of my life after all.

Author Bio:

I write the kind of books I love—romantic comedies featuring snarly guys with hearts of gold, kick-ass heroines, and a swoon-worthy happily ever after! Also wine. And cupcakes.

When I’m not writing I can be found drinking tea, surrounded by my massive to-be-read pile! So many books...

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