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Title: Koishi
Series: GateKeepers #1
Summary: Sandra’s sister is dying. Doctors say nothing can be done, but she refuses to give up hope. She has depleted all their resources searching for a cure, when a little bird whispers in Sandra’s ear about secret worlds, gates, and the keepers who protect them. A dragon gatekeeper, who hoards magical treasure within his volcano home in Japan, possibly owns an item capable of curing her sister.
Series: GateKeepers #1
Author: Annie Nicholas
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Supernatural Fiction
Elements: Dragons
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Format: PDF, 124 Pages
ISBN: 9781616504397
Release Date: January 30, 2013
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Summary: Sandra’s sister is dying. Doctors say nothing can be done, but she refuses to give up hope. She has depleted all their resources searching for a cure, when a little bird whispers in Sandra’s ear about secret worlds, gates, and the keepers who protect them. A dragon gatekeeper, who hoards magical treasure within his volcano home in Japan, possibly owns an item capable of curing her sister.
Gates choose their keepers, and Koishi thinks his did an excellent job in picking him. Not many dare to cross, and none who try survive. However, one tiny human female with either the courage of an army or the intelligence of a gnat has arrived on the island asking for him. Curious, he waits for the locals to steer her to his human servant—actually him, in man form.
Let the games begin…
CONTENT WARNING: Goblins, mayhem, and sushi await you with hot dragon sex and Koishi’s odd sense of humor.
Short Review:
A Japanese shapeshifting dragon? How cool is that? I love Japanese culture and dragons are just really awesome, so I was excited to read Koishi just because of those two facts. Plus there's steamy romance and laugh-out-loud humor. What more could you ask for?
Excerpt:
“Thank
you.” Sandra shifted the weight of the pack on her back and marched toward the
street.
The
stranger twisted as she passed him, his gaze weighing heavily on her. “It’s
about a three hour walk to the nearest hotel. If you run, you might beat the
storm.”
She
spun around. “What?” she wanted to smack that stupid grin off his face. The
trip across the strait had been harrowing enough. She wasn’t in any shape to
hike in a storm. “Do you have cabs?”
“Yes.”
He approached her. “During tourist season.”
“Then
how do people move around the island? There have to be buses.” She peered at
the storm clouds, which appeared closer than before. She hadn’t considered the
consequences of rushing here. Time was running out and she’d jumped on the
first flight out to Japan.
“They
walk or bike. There are a few buses, but I don’t know their schedules.” His
gaze lowered to the opening of her blouse. “Maybe we could come to some kind of
arrangement.”
Gasping,
she clutched the edges of her blouse shut. “I don’t think so.” She must look
better than she felt or smelled. How could anyone be interested in her in this
state?
He
rolled his eyes. “I meant your necklace.”
“Oh.”
The heat of her mortified blush almost blistered the skin off her cheeks. Of
course, he wasn’t making a crude pass at her. He was only trying to swindle
her. Nice.
He
gave her a crooked smile as if he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. “The
gold reflects the light very nicely.” Reaching for her jewelry, he bypassed her
swatting hands until he held the small heart-shaped pendant in his palm.
She
yanked it away. “It’s not up for trade. My mother gave it to me.” She’d died in
her sleep a year earlier after a long, happy life. Out of all the things from
her estate, Sandra had only wanted this necklace. Her father, who’d passed
years ago, had given it to her mother when they’d first met.
“It
has a nice weight to it and is well crafted.” His gaze lingered on her necklace
for a second longer before meeting her stare. “I have a truck. I could drive
you into town where you would have a pick of fine hotels.”
“That’s
very kind of you.”
“For
the necklace.”
She
growled like a rabid dog. Yes, it had been that kind of day. “I said no. Nain!”
“Nine?”
“What?”
She threw up her arms and abandoned all hope of help.
“That’s
what you said. Nine what? Rides? I usually don’t play taxi for tourists, but…”
His gaze grew heavy with darker promises. “For you, I’d offer a ride on me.”
She
blinked. Did he understand what he’d just said? “I think we lost something in
translation.” In both their cases. “I’ll manage on my own.” Stalking to the
road, she ignored his laughter and pulled out her phrase book. Lost and tired,
all she wanted was a room. Maybe she could stay in someone’s home for the
night. But how did she ask? These sentences were more tailored for people who
had already arrived at their destination. Where is the bathroom? Where is
the phone? She didn’t see a Can I spend the night? written anywhere.
Then again, that could translate improperly and she’d end up in a worse
situation.
Reaching the
road, she turned right and kept searching for some kind of help. Another
American tourist, an embassy, or even a flipping McDonald’s would be welcome.
A
pick-up truck slowed next to her and the window rolled down. “Maybe you have
something else to trade?”
The
stranger had followed her and she gave him a what-the-hell look.
“I’d
hate for you to walk all that way after such a harrowing boat ride.” He winked
at her.
“That’s
very kind of you.” She stopped walking, forcing him to slam on the brakes to
maintain their conversation. Could she trust this stranger who exhibited a
touch of stalker tendency? Flashes of serial killer music sang through her
thoughts. She glanced around at the mostly empty road. What choice did she
have? At least he spoke good English so when he murdered her she’d understand
his evil monologue. “Maybe you could offer to drive me for free?”
He
stared at her with mock surprise. “There’s such a thing?”
“Yes.”
She dropped her pack to the ground, her shoulders already aching, and tried her
best to not smile back at the jerk.
Leaning
forward, he tilted his head to the side. “Why?”
She
shook her head. “It must be a cultural thing.” Kneeling, she rummaged inside
her bag and pulled out her wallet. She was on a tight budget. All her savings
had gone to purchasing information. “How much?”
“Money?”
He grimaced. “I don’t like paper. Don’t you carry anything valuable?”
“Most
people would consider money valuable.” She mumbled under her breath as she
shoved her wallet back into her pack. With a little more digging, she found her
small carrying case and held out two silver earrings. “That’s all I’ve got.
Take it or bug off.” She laid them on his outstretched hand.
He
sniffed at the metal. “There’s not much silver in this.”
“How
can you tell?” Her shout echoed over the water.
“I
just can. Get in. I’ll give generosity a try.”
She
climbed inside the old cab with peeling leather seats before he could change
his mind. “It’s only charitable if you don’t keep the earrings.”
He
dropped them in his breast pocket. “Believe me, this is charity.”
About this Author:
Mother, daughter, wife are some of the hats she happily wears while trudging after her cubs through the hills and dales. The four seasons an inspiration and muse.
Website: www.annienicholas.com
Blog: www.annienicholas.blogspot.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Annie-Nicholas/162716537103705
Twitter: @annienicholas
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