My favorite thing about this story? that the mega-maxy-superpowerful-evercool Hero is like any other dad, losing his mind and having a nervous breakdown over his teenaged daughter. I love this story.
The book is Sassing Saul (Coletti Warlord series Book 10) by Gail Koger, a Sci-fi romance
used to believe in all that happily ever after crap, until the day she found
out her Prince Charming husband was a conman with a wandering eye. On the same day
she booted him to the curb, an alien fleet double-parked over Earth and life as
she knew it ended. To survive she joined a militia unit and used her unique
physic powers to fight off the alien invaders. She was so successful she earned
the swell nickname of the Grim Reaper. Now she must fight for her own freedom
because Saul Jones, a Coletti-hybrid warlord, has decided she’s his and he
won’t stop until he possesses her.
General Saul Jones has his hands full. Not only is he a four-star Marine general, he’s also a Coletti warlord. To complicate matters, he’s the Coletti Overlord’s liaison to Earth and one of the patriarchs of “the” Jones clan. Raising his blood pressure even more is his teenage psychic daughter who has found her mate before she’s of legal age. Can you say raging hormones? Not to mention the headaches of dealing with all the interspecies head-butting and Central Command. He has a million and one things needing his attention and at long last he discovers the other half of his soul. Annie Russell aka the Grim Reaper. Instead of running into his arms, Annie’s running as far and fast as she can.
“Oh, I will catch you. Make no mistake about that,” the General stated implacably.
“Did you ever consider that I might be the boogeyman, not you?”
“Your powers are unique, but I am Coletti.”
I rolled my eyes. “Wow, you must be so proud to have joined their ranks. The Coletti home world is a nuclear wasteland, and they steal women from other planets to keep their race from dying out like the Dodo birds. You’re living the dream.”
“Watch your mouth soldier, I am your commanding officer.”
“Not for long. Why don’t you go harass someone else and stay out of my head?”
“Why would I do that? I find your thoughts quite entertaining,” General Jones answered.
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 what a real emergency is. Take this for 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.
Author links: www.gailkoger.com
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