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The Trouble With Tigers (Shenanigans Book 2) by Gail Koger is on virtual book tour. The paranormal romance, comedy, action sto...

The Trouble With Tigers (Shenanigans Book 2) by Gail Koger is on virtual book tour.

The paranormal romance, comedy, action stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt.

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for a $25 Amazon gift card, a choice of 1 Coletti Dagger aka a nail file with a fired glass handle, or an ebook copy of Shenanigans (1 winner each) and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).

The Trouble With Tigers 
Shenanigans Book 2 
by Gail Koger 
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Comedy, Action

Lions and tigers and skunks, oh my! Kandi Cain’s a psychic pet detective. Her cases range from wrangling baby goats, to finding lost critters. Her current case is rescuing a lion from a Nigerian warlord. Kandi knew dressing up as a demonic clown and walking a lion down a city street would freak people out. But, wow! She didn’t expect Armageddon.

The hot as hell Detective Dutch Callaghan’s on her trail again and showing more than a professional interest. Kandi’s talents have attracted the attention of a CIA black ops agent who wants her to steal twelve endangered white tigers from a Pakistani warlord. The mission’s crucial to prevent a terrorist attack.

Wait! What? Terrorists? What had she gotten herself into? Kandi wasn’t a superhero. She couldn’t bend steel with her bare hands, and she wasn’t faster than a speeding bullet. She’s Doctor Doolittle. She talks to the animals and occasionally the dead. 

Shenanigans Book 1

Kandi Cain inherited her Dr. Doolittle abilities from her grandmother and became a psychic pet detective. To her dismay, she just acquired the power to communicate with the spirit world, but dead people give her the willies. 

Just when Kandi thought her life couldn’t get more complicated, the neighbor from hell moved in next door. The nasty guy’s name is Dutch Callaghan. How can someone so gorgeous be such a dick? Kandi could chalk some of it up to his job. Dutch is a Phoenix PD homicide cop. 

Kandi’s current case is rescuing a Yorkie from a brutal dog fighting ring. Little does she know her dog napping suspect is involved in a series of brutal murders. Disguised as an elderly nun, Kandi rescues the Yorkie and, in the process, blows the hell out of Dutch’s undercover operation.

Kandi now finds herself a person of interest in her client’s murder and her sexy-as-hell, pain-in-the-butt neighbor is in hot pursuit of the Ninja Nun. Is Dutch about to slap the cuffs on? Only time will tell. 

How do I come up with my stories? Being psychotic helps. I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for way too long. All those years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an uncontrollable craving for chocolate. Don’t get me wrong. Working as a 9-1-1 dispatcher can be very rewarding. BUT - some days I felt like the entire world was nuts. I mean, c’mon, who in their right mind calls 9-1-1 for the winning lottery numbers? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone, I took up writing. 

I made the Night Owl's Awesome Paranormal Romance Authors List. 

$25 Amazon gift card and a Coletti Dagger aka a nail file with a fired glass handle and an ebook copy of Shenanigans - the first in the series 

Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!

The Trouble with Tigers Excerpt

I am so sorry. I’ll pay to get the typewriter repaired,” Stephanie said.

Dutch examined the Remington. “Relax, it’s not the first time a gun has gone off in Kandi’s office. Right, sweetums?”

Sweetums? Seriously? I frowned at him. I didn’t like the snarky way he pronounced sweetums or the feral glint in his eyes. “You need to leave honey bunny, I’m with a client.”

Dutch totally ignored me and reached for the pistol. “You got a concealed carry permit ma’am?”

I smacked his hand. “Don’t touch it! I haven’t done my reading yet.”

As you command, sweet cheeks.” Dutch plopped down in the other chair.

I shot him a baleful glare. “Ever heard of client confidentiality, snookums.”

I haven’t finished my investigation, baby doll,” Dutch stated, giving Stephanie a dazzling smile.

Stephanie gushed, “Has anyone told you, you’re the spitting image of that actor who plays Thor in the movies?” 

Thank you, darlin’ and may I call you Marilyn?” Dutch oozed charm.

Stephanie giggled. “You can call me anything you want but my name is Stephanie Boyd.”

It’s a pleasure to meet you Stephanie.”

Times like this, I wished mind control was one of my gifts.

Tinkerbell, the little traitor, jumped on Dutch’s lap and smiled happily as he stroked her ears.

Dutch was deliberately trying to rattle me, and it wasn’t going to work. My dad had taught me how to handle police interrogations, but I didn’t have time for his games. I needed to focus on helping my client.

Taking a calming breath, I held my hand over the gun and summoned my psychic mojo. A flurry of images flowed across my mind. It was kinda like watching a choppy movie. I grimaced. A sometimes-pornographic movie. Using the Desert Eagle as a sex toy was a new one for me, along with the unusual sexual positions. I broke the connection with a shudder. Ugh. “Do you know a petite redhead with a ginormous snake tattoo?”

Trixie! She’s the reason I divorced the ass.”

What a surprise. “Trixie and your ex-husband used this pistol to rob your box office.”

Dammit!” Stephanie dropped her head into her hands. “I should have known.”

His gaze fixed on my face, Dutch queried, “Were the suspects wearing a demonic clown disguise?”

I smiled at Dutch. “Well, sugar lips, there were clowns involved. Right, Stephanie?”

Yes.” Stephanie raised her head. “But the robbers were dressed as regular clowns not the horror movie kind. They appeared out of nowhere. We all thought it was a joke until the armored car guard got shot. Then the bastards took the money, dropped a smoke bomb and got away in the confusion. That poor guard almost died.”

Anger flashed in Dutch’s eyes. “Where did this robbery occur?”

Dallas. The police were unable to find them or my money,” Stephanie stated grimly.

Dutch arched an inquiring eyebrow. “Kandi, my love, are you done with all your woo-woo stuff?”

Almost.” I placed a comforting hand on Stephanie’s arm and gave her the rest of the bad news. “Trixie is the one that talked your ex-husband into stealing Karma. Her former lover runs an exotic animal hunting ranch and the going rate for a Bengal Tiger is three hundred thousand dollars.” I was a bit surprised when Dutch didn’t ask how I knew the going price for a tiger. Was he investigating Kuti too?

The color drained from Stephanie’s face. “Archie’s a low-down snake in the grass, but I can’t believe he would allow some dumb fuck trophy hunter to slaughter Karma.”

Dutch pulled a notepad out of his pocket and snagged my pen. “What’s your ex-husband’s name and date of birth, ma’am?”

Archie Boyd. He was born on the 4th of July in 1980.” Tears leaked down Stephanie’s cheeks.

I frowned and pushed the box of tissue over to her. The last thing I needed was for Dutch to get involved in my case. I snatched my pen back. “Dallas is a bit out of your jurisdiction, babe.”

That gun is evidence in an aggravated robbery, sweetie pie. I’ll run Archie and Trixie through our data base and see if they have any known associates in the area. What’s Trixie’s last name?” Dutch held his hand out for my pen.

I reluctantly gave it to him.

Birmingham and she was born on the same day and year as my ex-husband. Trixie claimed it was kismet,” Stephanie said with a sneer.

I just bet she did. “How long did it take her to realize you owned the circus not Archie?”

She found out a month before the robbery,” Stephanie answered.

Sooner or later that mercenary bitch was going to turn on Archie. “What does Trixie do in the circus?”

She a contortionist. Trixie’s act includes folding herself into a glass jar and shooting a bow and arrow with her feet.”

Huh? That did explain the weird sexual positions.  “Does she hit her target?”

Every time.”


  1. “Let me get this straight. You want me to dress up like a clown and help you steal a lion from Kuti, a Nigerian warlord?”

  2. Who wouldn't love that cover! Love the title too.


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