Casey, a fierce telekinetic warrior, joins forces with a Coletti warlord to expose a traitor before billions die. Hothar’s Folly is a quirky, comedic sci-fi adventure.
Undercover psychic investigator Casey Jones meets her new partner at eight thousand feet, when Hothar is suddenly wrapped around her like a limpet. He declares he has come to rescue her from a watery death. All the butthead is going to accomplish is getting them both killed. She’s a battle-tested Siren and quite capable of catching the turncoat without his help.
Can Hothar, a powerful Coletti warrior, help Casey’s hunt for a traitor in Central Command or will he simply get in the way? With the help of a shapeshifting alien and an eight-legged Tabor, they race to stop the conspirators. Can love flourish on the battlefield?
Excerpt
“Casey! What’s going on?” Uncle Saul’s voice was full of concern.
“The Earth First zealots have a device that blocks mind control and another gizmo that prevents psychics from using telepathy.” I flashed him images of the discs.
“The discs were designed by Alliance scientists to keep the Coletti from using mind control on their soldiers.”
“But the Alliance is an ally of the Coletti Empire,” I protested.
“Not a hundred years ago. The C130 vanished off the tracking scanners. What’s your status?”
I grimaced. “I’m floating eight thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean, the C130 is nothing but debris and the crew knew exactly who I was. You have a mole in your office.”
“So it would seem. Are you injured?” Uncle Saul was beyond pissed.
“I’m fine, but I could use a ride home.” I flared the chute to slow me down.
“I have your coordinates and help is on the way.”
“Thanks. You know how easily I sunburn.”
A Coletti Talon fighter zoomed by me, swung around and made another pass.
That was fast. The Coletti ships were the spitting image of our old stealth attack aircraft. I frowned as the fighter tipped it wings at me. The pilot was a bit of a showoff. “You sent a Coletti warrior to rescue me?”
“He was in the area and volunteered.”
“Oh yay.” I noticed the Talon had gone into hover mode.
“Behave yourself.”
“Yes, sir.” Poof! A Coletti warrior was suddenly wrapped around me. “Holy crap! Are you crazy? Who are you?”
“Calm yourself, old one. I am here to rescue you. My name is Hothar.”
“Rescue me!” I shrieked as the chute made an ominous ripping sound. “You’re too damn heavy. Get off me.”
Hothar rolled his eyes. “There is no need for hysterics. You are in no danger of dying.”
Our rate of descent increased radically. “Seriously? Hitting the water at 120 mph will kill us, you moron.” I slapped at his hand as he tried to unlatch my harness. “Stop that!”
“Quit squirming female, I am trying to save you,” Hothar growled and yanked me out of my harness. We were abruptly free-falling toward the water.
“Oh my God!” I threw my arms around his neck and hung on for dear life. “You’re a dead man. Do you hear me? A dead man.”
“Even the Goddess can hear you. Jones females do not wail like children. Are you defective?”
“No, I’m not defective! I’m pissed.” The ocean got closer and closer. “Teleport dammit!” There was a flash of black as Hothar obeyed. A few seconds later, we hit the floor of his spacecraft. I took a shuddering breath and slumped against Hothar. “I’m alive. I’m alive.”
Hothar patted my back. “See, old one, you are safe.”
“Safe?” I released his neck and sat up. His condescending smile made me want to smack the living hell out of him. “You almost got me killed.”
“I saved your life,” Hothar countered.
“The hell you did. I had everything under control.”
Hothar snorted. “I do not think you are capable of swimming to Australia.”
“I had a life raft.”
“It sank,” Hothar replied, his large hands gripped my hips.
“Did not.” That’s when I realize I was straddling Hothar and something was moving in his pants. “Shit!” I scrambled off him. “You got a critter in your pants?”
Hothar’s eyes widened in alarm and he shot to his feet. “No. I do not.”
I stared up at him. Yeow! Hothar was as big as the Battle Commander. With his firm jaw and those chiseled Coletti cheekbones, he could hire himself out as a male model. He wore a bronze communication bracelet on his left wrist and bronze chains were woven into his ebony warrior braids. His black, battle suit fit him like a glove, emphasizing every bulging muscle and that peculiar, twitchy lump. I smacked my forehead as it hit me. “Oh hell. It’s your snake thingy, isn’t it?
“My what?”
“Penis. You know, your man parts? With the squirmy tentacles?”
Hothar glanced down at his squirmy, man parts. “No, it is not possible. You are too ancient. Are you even capable of breeding?”
“That is none of your business.”
His face hardened and a deadly Coletti warrior surveyed me from head to toe. The bulge in his pants thrashed wildly. “Answer the question.”
“Is it supposed to do that?” I backed away from him. It was almost as if the damn thing was trying to eat its way out.
“Can you still breed?” Hothar’s hands balled into fists.
He was seriously pushing my buttons. “With technology anything is possible.” I gave a theatrical gasp of dismay. “You can’t think I’m your mate? I don’t have the stamina for a young’un like you.”
“Goddess, I am doomed.”
I suppressed a grin. It seemed Hothar wasn’t eager to hook up with a not so sexy granny. “Relax, you haven’t taken my blood or linked with me mentally. The only reason for your private parts to be doing the rumba is you’re horny. I mean, it’s been awhile if you’re getting turned on by an old gal like me. Right?”
Hothar glared at me.
“If you want, I can ask my cousins for the name of a good prostitute. I know Coletti warriors are keen on that kinda thing.”
A low growl emitted from Hothar’s chest.
“I guess that’s a no.” If I kept Hothar pissed off enough, he wouldn’t figure out I was wearing a disguise. I had no plans on being tied to any man. I liked my freedom too much.
“What are you called?”
“I’ve been called a lot of things. Bitch. Cunt, or my favorite, ball-buster,” I answered.
“What is your name?”
I swear I could hear his teeth grinding. “Casey Jones.”
A computerized voice intoned. “Warning. Warning. Hostile aircraft approaching.”
A decidedly happy smile curled Hothar’s lips. “Good. I need to kill something.” He dropped into the pilot’s chair and fastened his battle harness.
“Yay. Giant, rat dinosaurs to slay.” I sat in the co-pilot’s chair. “Give me access to weapons control.”
“You are familiar with our systems?”
The doubt in Hothar’s voice made me want to hit him. I took a deep breath and secured my harness. “Yes, Quinn taught me.”
“He is a skilled warrior,” Hothar said and tapped a code into the controls.
My weapons systems console came online. Blips populated the battle display screen. I let out a whistle. “Got ourselves a target-rich environment. Where are they coming from?”
“My assignment was to scout the area for a cloaked Rodan base.”
I looked at the tracking scanner. “There’s an island ten klicks to the west. I bet that’s where their base is.”
“I agree. I intercepted the C130 pilot’s distress call. He was asking the Rodan for assistance.”
The blips on the screen grew closer. “You have any buddies in the area? We’re a bit outnumbered.”
“Central Command has been notified,” Hothar responded.
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