Read an exclusive excerpt from Arresting the Warlord by Gail Koger

What I love about excerpt tours is that you get to read a wide variety of excerpts from the book and never the same one twice as you follow the tour. So welcome to today's exclusive excerpt from this sci-fi romance, Arresting the Warlord by Gail Koger. Be sure to let her know what you think in the comments as you go along and best of luck in the giveaway!

CeeCee Tsosie is a Navajo Nation police officer and shaman with the ability to control the weather. She’ll admit arresting Jake Jones, a Coletti Warlord, for speeding was not one of her better decisions. But hey, the law was the law and the drop-dead gorgeous warlord pushed every one of her buttons. She might have been a tad over-zealous with her rainstorm and stun gun, but the Jackass had it coming.

An alien serial killer is stalking the Navajo Nation. The Coletti Empire is hunting a galactic fugitive. Turns out they need each other’s help to stop the shapeshifting predator. Can she work with the Jackass? Can Jake convince CeeCee she’s the one? Only time, and the spirits will tell.

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The Jackass gave me a gotcha smile. “Zarek thought your people were hiding something. You’re psychic and I’m placing you under arrest.”

“Nice try, but I’m also a shaman and according to our treaty, you can’t touch me.”

His eyes narrowed. “That cloudburst was you, wasn’t it?”

“Me?” I admired the bright turquoise sky. There wasn’t a cloud in sight. “The weather can be funny out here. You should have put the top up.”

“It’s broken,” he admitted testily.

“Place your hands on the hood of your car,” I ordered, taking out my cuffs.

“You aren’t arresting me,” Jackass snapped.

I smiled brightly. “Yes, I am.”

With a snarl, the Jackass reached for me.

I hit him with my freeze ray. I knew it was a bad idea, but he needed to be taught a lesson.

His eyes widened in shock and he struggled to move.

“You were warned.” Pulling out my modified stun gun, I zapped him and watched the big, bad warlord crash to the ground.

“You’re going to regret this,” Jackass growled in my head.

Probably. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. If I were you, I’d shut the hell up.”

“How are you going to get me in your patrol car?”

“Watch and learn.” I linked with Uncle Jesse. “I need a car towed at milepost 260.”

“Five minutes out,” Uncle Jesse answered.

I cuffed the Jackass and patted his face. “Don’t go anywhere.”

A killing rage simmered in his amber eyes.

I opened the back door to my patrol car.

“I won’t fit.”

Hmmm. He was a big dude, but where there’s a will, there’s a way. Getting my small anti-gravity sled out of the trunk, I slid it under his body and lifted him up.

“I’m telling you I won’t fit.

“Oopsy-daisy.” I dumped him headfirst into the backseat of my patrol car. He landed face down on the floorboard and his legs were bent at an awkward angle. “See. You fit.”

“Paybacks are a bitch.”

“Keep it up and I’ll add threatening a police officer to your charges.”

Uncle Jesse pulled up in his old tow truck, leaned out the driver’s window and whistled. “Nice car.”

“It has a little water damage,” I said, shutting the car door.

“You’re paying for the repairs, female,” Jackass stated.

“The name’s Officer Tsosie and I think not. Do you have any hard, cold evidence that I made it rain in your car?”

“Fuck.”

“Didn’t think so.” I walked over to the Mustang and started a vehicle inventory. Jackass had one small suitcase, a bottle of water and a bag of chocolate kisses. A guy who liked chocolate couldn’t be all bad. Could he? Vicious curses erupted from the backseat of my patrol car. Then again.

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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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