The Warlords Comeuppance:Coletti Warlords 02

By: Gail Koger

Prologue


Stealing from a warlord and giving him the one finger salute as I made my getaway was not the brightest thing I’d ever done. Okay, I’ll admit it—it was an incredibly stupid stunt.



Did I mention that this particular Coletti warlord is the most feared in the entire galaxy?

That Zarek’s the ultimate predator and even the other warlords are scared spitless of him? That he never ever stops until he either captures or kills his prey?



Yeah, I have the big, bad warlord after me and all because of one little finger. Okay and a Ditrim crystal the size of my fist. Am I worried? Of course, only an idiot doesn’t fear a very angry Coletti warlord. But, I am very good at what I do. Bad news is—so is Zarek.



My name is Detja. The Enforcers call me the Ghost. As a master thief, I must be a combination of magician and chameleon. The illusion of magic deflects attention away from the act and when things go to hell, like they sometimes do; the ability to blend into any situation or culture is a must.



My looks are my biggest illusion. I’m a Farin, one of the fragile flowers of the universe. No one in a million years would ever expect me to be an extraordinary thief or powerful psychic. Everyone takes one look at my delicate frame and exotic features and dismisses me as harmless. Really big mistake on their part. I’ll admit that most Farin females are timid creatures, devoted to domestic duties and incapable of doing harm to anyone. Me?

I’m an anomaly, a genetic throwback to a time long, long ago when Farin females were warriors.





Chapter One


The Sharqi Pleasure Palace is a male’s wet dream. For me, it was an utter nightmare. Species from every corner of the galaxy swarmed the dimly lit, disgustingly gaudy interior. All with one thought on their feeble minds. Sex. Lots and lots of sex.

Not a problem since the joint was full of willing, overly enhanced females and all of whom were available for a price.



For me, it was a really big problem. Trying to keep out of reach of the grabby paws, claws and slimy tentacles was annoying. As in ‘pulling my laser pistol and shooting every one of them in the balls’ annoying.



Only the memory of Thea’s tear-streaked face kept me focused as I upped the potency of my psychic lure. My hips shimmied and shook as I gyrated around the tables in an erotic hypnotic frenzy trying to lure Dogon, one particularly vile male, closer and closer with the promise of utter sexual ecstasy. Unfortunately, all I seemed to be doing was attracting every other vile creep in this hellhole. Yuck, just kill me now. I winced as another adoring fan left another bruise on my ass.

My long silver hair swirling around me, I snaked my arms high above my head and clicked the zills on my fingers to the beat of the drum. A Hoochee dancer’s costume leaves very little to the imagination. A tiny metallic green bra with a beaded fringe that barely covered my nipples and a matching beaded skirt that twirled around my bare legs, bare butt and you get the picture.



A lecherous smirk on his face, Dogon finally gestured to me. Bless you, Goddess. I gave him a seductive smile and danced out of reach. My arms beckoned to him, enticing him with the promise of utter rapture. Eyes glazed with lust, he shot to his feet and followed blindly as I danced towards one of the private rooms. I’d soon be wiping that smirk off his face. One jab of my tranquillizer ring and I’d relieve the little creep of the Desh Raj medallion he’d stolen from Thea.



My psychic senses went into alert mode.

Someone very powerful had just teleported in. My heart stuttered in shock as Zarek’s predatory gaze locked on me. Balock’s balls! Of all the pleasure palaces in the galaxy, he just had to walk into this one?



Something hot and primal moved in Zarek’s amber eyes and I gulped in horror. Hells bells! He wanted me. Not in the torture and kill kinda way, but in the lick every inch of me kinda way. Maybe I had used a little too much sexual juice.

Okay, way too much, because I suddenly craved his touch. This was bad on so many levels but how could any female not want to touch every delicious inch of him?



Zarek practically oozed sex appeal and he had the hard, muscular body and chiseled features of a vid star. His long ebony hair was done up in those sexy warrior’s braids. Yummy!

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