Coletti Warlords 05:Just DessertsBy: Gail Koger
This book is dedicated to my parents.
I want to express my appreciation to my readers. You’re the best!
In 2015, something nasty found our world. They called themselves the Tai-Kok. I still remember my first psychic contact with them. Their hunger slapped me in the face. It was sharp, visceral, and constant. The Tai-Kok are malevolent, depraved ghouls who literally live to eat. Their image is forever burned into my mind. The skeletal freaks are tall, hairless, and have mouths full of sharp metal teeth. To complete this total gross-out, three bloodred eyes glare out of skin so transparent you can see their bones and innards.
No one knows how they found our world or why they consider us good eating. It’s my job to stop them. My name is Kaylee Jones. I’m a cop and a Siren. I’m part of the psychic early-warning system that keeps Earth from becoming an all-you-can-eat buffet.
The bad thing is, I’m also what you’d call a trouble magnet. Just ask my brothers or my mate, Talree. Chaos and disaster dog me wherever I go. Sometimes it sucks being me. My psychic abilities are the only reason I’m still breathing.
How did I meet my Coletti Warlord? Part of my job description as a Siren was mentally scanning our solar system for any signs of the Tai-Kok or the ratlike Rodan. The monsters had joined forces and turned Earth into their version of a fast-food joint.
I was searching the asteroid belt for their ships when I sensed an alien presence. It was male and definitely not human. His utter aloneness, his grief for those taken from him, and his burning need for vengeance resonated so deeply within me that I instinctively reached out.
Big mistake. He latched on and dug in tighter than a tick on a hunting dog. No matter how hard I tried to dislodge the little shit from my mind, he wouldn’t leave. Just my luck, his hold on me kept getting stronger.
For a while, my uninvited guest seemed to be content to quietly observe. Until I went on a date. Not only did my brothers show up at the bar to interrogate Joe, but my alien visitor went into attack mode, growling like a rabid pit bull. A second later, my date leaped to his feet, screaming hysterically about monsters, and ran from the bar. My wonderful brothers thought it was the funniest thing they had seen all year.
The pit bull finally decided to talk to me. He said his name was Talree and proudly announced he was Coletti. Like I was supposed to be impressed? Then he delivered his little bombshell. He needed me. He said I kept the beast at bay. Beast? Like Jekyll and Hyde? Oh God, no.
But I had nothing to worry about. Talree was trapped on a Rodan battle cruiser. What was the worst he could do? Growl? Hoo-boy, did I underestimate the Warlord’s determination. Using his psychic powers, Talree tricked the Rodan into capturing me and tossing my reluctant ass in his cell. It seemed he had left out one tiny fact. He needed my blood to survive. Fuck. I had attracted an alien vampire. What were the odds?
That was when he informed me I was his mate. Big honor, he said. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t willing and this mate thing meant he owned me mind, body, and soul.
Ever tried telling a Coletti Warlord no? Doesn’t go over very well. Unless you’re armed to the teeth, and even then, it’s pretty iffy. They’re damned good at mind control. Add in their ability to teleport, and you’re toast.
Okay, I’ll admit that the sex is hot. Melt-your-panties hot. The first time I saw his man parts, I was a teensy bit freaked out. Tentacles? C’mon, pretty damn weird, right? But I’ve got to say they get the job done. If you’re into the multiple orgasm thing.
The bossy jerk did agree to stop the Tai-Kok and Rodan from raiding our world. But the bad news was, Warlords aren’t benevolent do-gooder types, and there was a price for them helping us. Our women.
What the hell had happened to all of their women? Big shocker, the Colettis’ tendency to take things that didn’t belong to them had consequences.
Six hundred years ago, the Coletti race had almost been wiped out in the Great Galactic War. Unfortunately for the females of the universe, chemicals used in the war created a genetic anomaly, and only one female baby was born for every one thousand males. The Coletti women were going the way of the dodo.