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Category:
Romance
Publisher: Amazon Digital
Type: Non-Fiction
Pages: 187
Copyright: 1/6/2020
Price: $3.50 (eBook)
With her dead grandmother’s help, a ghost whisperer goes after Montezuma’s lost gold. The snag? A Coletti Warlord who thinks he’s Indiana Jones is after the treasure too.
Kizzy sees dead people, but she’s a thief and talking to dead folks is about as useful as a three-legged horse. The Dragos clan booted her out when her year’s take was a lousy five hundred and sixty credits. The only way back in is to pull off a million-credit heist. Alone.
When Kizzy’s jobs as a roadkill collector and medical test subject goes south, she decides taking Montezuma’s gold away from an Indiana Jones wannabe is the ultimate heist.
The snag? The Indiana Jones wannabe is Ethan Jones, a dangerous Coletti Warlord. Now that she’s caught his attention, he’s determined to capture her as his prize.
Can the ghost whisperer defeat the big, bad Warlord? Defying the Relic Hunter!!
Excerpt
My attention was drawn to a nervous executive in a cheap plaid suit. He was escorting a big guy wearing a black cowboy hat around the exhibits. Making sure my electronic null field was working properly, I strolled over for a better look. Yep, it was Ethan Jones. His amber eyes swept over my size fourteen body, lingered for a minute on the cleavage exposed by my turquoise tank top and immediately dismissed me.
Guess I wasn’t his type. You know, a bimbo? A Barbie doll look alike who wears a size zero and has breast implants bigger than her IQ? Hmm. Did Coletti warriors actual go on dates or did they just do the me Tarzan, you Jane routine?
Ethan’s square chin was covered by several days’ growth of bristly black beard. His ebony hair brushed the collar of his horribly loud orange cowboy shirt. The man had to be color blind. I mean, my God, who buys something with big yellow cacti on it?
My gaze skimmed over Ethan’s tight ass and the jeans that fit him like a glove. Hoo boy, the guy was ripped. Made me want to lick him all over.
I smacked my forehead. What the hell was wrong with me? Ok, it’d been awhile since I had a date. A depressed sigh broke from me. So long, in fact, that I had probably forgotten how to kiss properly. I certainly wouldn’t mind practicing on him. Too bad he was Coletti.
Shaking off my sudden longing for a little romance, I hurried over to the display with my amulet in it. I held my wrist scanner an inch above the case.
Wham! Out of the blue, a flurry of images flashed across my mind. A small metal sign with Hieroglyphic Canyon etched on it. The ominous Superstitious Mountains loomed over a large Saguaro cactus covered in white flowers. One large spine pointed down a rocky path. Whoa! I was coming into my powers.
A large, callused hand touched my arm. “Ma’am, you ok?”
Ma’am? Did I look old? I opened my eyes and blinked. A garish cowboy shirt filled my vision. Crap. It was Jones. Tilting my head up, I met his suspicious gaze and pasted an adoring smile on my face. “I appreciate your concern, sugar. Dinner would certainly make me feel better.” I stroked a hand down his massive chest. “Much, much better.”
A dark brow shot up and his mouth tightened. “Some other time, sweetheart.”
“Sugar, you don’t know what you’re missing.” I patted his fine ass.
“Good God! Is she groping you?” The executive’s voice was full of horror.
I turned my attention to him. “I can handle two fellas. Are you up for a threesome?”
I grinned as Jones and the executive beat a hasty retreat. The big, bad warrior had forgotten all about questioning me. Fat girl, one. Warlord, zero.
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