Dreamspinner Press 30% Off Entire Store Sale


Hello, all! To celebrate GRL, Dreamspinner Press is having a fabulous sale! Get 30% off the entire store, including all my book titles until Oct 23rd!

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Don’t forget my Dreamspun Desires title Forgive and Forget (ha! You see what I did there? *ahem*) is just $1.99 through the month of October. Read all about Joe and his mystery man. Pick up your copy from DSP: http://bit.ly/CCFFDSPeBook or Amazon: http://bit.ly/CCFFeBookAmazon

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THIRDS Thursday – 10/20/16 Ask Charlie, Halloween Prompts, plus a Giveaway!

THIRDS Thursdays

Hello, THIRDS Nerds! Last night I finally submitted Seb and Hudson’s book, woot! I know, it’s been a long time coming, but these guys put me through the ringer. I know how much you guys have wanted to read their story, and I won’t lie, the higher the expectation, the more daunting the task, but I hope I did these fellas justice. Unlike the other guys in the THIRDS who have either gone from being friends to falling in love, or enemies to falling in love, Seb and Hudson are already in love. But love alone is not enough to repair what’s broken. Throw in some nasty buggers, a few surprises, and a lot of emotion, and we get a story about second chanced and new beginnings.

For today’s THIRDS Thursday, I thought it would be fun to take some questions. Depending on how many we get, I might have to save a few for later, but if you have a question you’d like to ask me about the THIRDS, any of the books, the characters, etc, I’ll do my best to answer without spoilers. If there are spoilers I’ll be sure to tag it so you know. Leave your questions below, and I’ll post them here next Thursday along with that week’s THIRDS Thursday. If you don’t have a question to ask but would like to leave a Halloween prompt for next week’s THIRDS Thursday, you can do that instead. Or do both!

For the giveaway, all you have to do is leave a comment. I’m giving away this fabulous Journey tote bag with some THIRDS and Hudson inspired goodies. Giveaway ends Nov 3rd at 11:59 pm Eastern US time. Winning prompt will be picked Monday, Oct 24th at 9 am Eastern US time.


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#TeaserTuesday – 10/18/16 Thick & Thin, THIRDS Book 8


Hello, all! This week’s #TeaserTuesday brings us an excerpt from Thick & Thin, THIRDS Book 8 which is due for release in February. I know you’re thinking, hold on a bleeding minute! I thought Seb and Hudson’s book was book 8? What kinda gummy bears has Charlie been snacking on? Tasty ones. Actually, after a chat with my publisher, we decided it made more sense to number Thick & Thin book 8 despite it being a novella. The reason for this is because it follows the series timeline just like the other books, and the plot ties into the next book: Seb and Hudson’s book (now book 9).

If we didn’t make Thick & Thin book 8 then there was a chance it would get lost in the retailer shuffle, and readers might miss this important little novella. Keeping all the main series books numbered and in order will mean no one misses any important plot points or story. So nothing has changed in the schedule, the book numbers have just shifted because Dex is a diva and we all know what happens when he doesn’t get his way. We’re lucky the books aren’t named after gummy bear flavors.


Dex smiled at his dad as he made his way over to the bed. He took a seat in the armchair beside it. “Listen, Dad. I know you want to be cool like the rest of Destructive Delta, but this wasn’t necessary.”

“So getting shot isn’t a prerequisite for your team?” Tony frowned. “Damn, must have missed the memo. Also, I was the king of cool when you kids were in diapers.”

“I’m going to have to disagree with you. Ash was never a baby. He was spawned grown and grumpy. Also, we’re going to have a discussion of your definition of cool, because your wardrobe choices in the eighties tells me your view on the topic might be a little skewed.”

Tony chuckled, and Dex’s chest tightened. He looked down at his hands. “Let’s not do this again, okay?”

“Come ’ere.” Tony held out his arms, and Dex stood and moved over to sit on the edge of the Therian-sized bed, then leaned in to hug his dad, his head coming to rest on Tony’s shoulder.

Dex shut his eyes tight, refusing to think about what could have been. Every day his team dealt with the possibility of losing someone they cared about. He couldn’t go down that path.

“You two are such dorks.”

Dex chuckled. With a sniff, he wiped away a rogue tear before sitting up. He let out a laugh at his brother’s bedhead. “The only dork here is the one I’m looking at. Nice do. Didn’t know you joined A Flock of Seagulls.”

Cael touched his hair and groaned, then ran his fingers through it. “They’re releasing Dad in a couple of days.”

“I don’t know why they can’t release me today,” Tony grumbled. “I’m fine.”

“I know, right?” Dex held back a smile. “I mean, I don’t understand how that bullet just didn’t bounce off you, what with you being indestructible and all.”

Tony huffed. “Smartass.”

“I think the doctor just wants to keep him here so he can flirt with Dad some more.” Cael wriggled his eyebrows, and Dex gasped. His lips curled into a wicked grin.

“Is that so?” Dex turned his attention to his dad. “Is he cute?”

Tony refused to answer, so Cael answered for him. “He’s a tiger Therian. I have dubbed him Dr. Scotty the Hotty. He’s Scottish, by the way. His hair is amazing.”

“Ooh. A sexy ginge.” Dex put his hand out and received a high-five from his brother. “Nice one, Chirpy.” He winked at his dad. “Bet he looks great in a kilt. And he’s a doctor. Wow. That’s a nice profession, isn’t it? Helping people, healing them.” He paused and held his dad’s gaze. “Bet he’s the real honest type too.”

Tony barely blinked, his gaze never wavering. Clearly he hadn’t told Cael about Sparks. “Bet he is,” Tony said pleasantly. “Speaking of secrets. There something you wanna tell us?”

Touché, Father Mine. Dex nodded. “You’re right. There is.”

Cael gasped. “You’re pregnant.”

Dex arched an eyebrow at him. “Really?”

“Sorry,” Cael said with a laugh. “I’m running on chocolate bars.”

Tony laced his fingers over his stomach, his lips pursed. “Your brother’s going to tell us how he singlehandedly killed the asshole who shot me.”

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Office Space – 10/14/16

Hello all! Welcome to this week’s Office Space! If you missed the intro post to the new blog post series, you can read all about it here.


This is my Dreamspinner shelf in one of my bookcases. It houses my personal paperback copies of my books, along with my DSP journals of which there are actually three, a red and navy blue one behind the black one. I found my little Ash and Cael coin purses in Japantown during my trip to San Francisco for Yaoi Con. The orange retro sunglasses are in honor of Dex, and we’ve got mini Sloane complete with bandage that was a gift from a lovely reader. The pens are DSP pins and I love them. Not only do they write smoothly, but they have a stylus tip at the end. My Artifice books are currently housed there until I redo the other shelves they’re meant to go on. This shelf gets shuffled around, but the DSP elements are always there, a little daily reminder that I had a dream and it came true.

With two and a half months left of 2016, do you have any new goals for 2017?

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THIRDS Thursday – 10/13/16

THIRDS Thursdays

*** Warning: Contains spoilers from Smoke & Mirrors (THIRDS, Book 7) ***

Prompt: Would it be possible to get a THIRDS Thursday of Dex’s second seizure from Austen’s POV?

“Turn off the lamp.”


Austen heard Dex’s sleepy mumble in his earpiece, and sprang to action. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to be there when it happened, but he would. For Sloane. And okay, yeah, Dex too. The guy had grown on him. But really, for Sloane because the guy was going to be so fucking scared, and Austen couldn’t stand the thought of leaving Sloane to face what was coming alone.

It took him seconds to break into the house. The street was silent, all the good citizens asleep in their beds dreaming of their 401k or whether they were getting enough fiber. He locked the door behind him before making his way through the dark house, up the stairs to the closed bedroom door.

“Dex, what’s wrong?”

Austen slipped inside the room, closing the door as Dex spoke.

“Why’s it so bright in here?”

Austen crouched, and made his way over to the nightstand, first Dex’s, and then Sloane’s, confiscating their phones. Hospitals were out of the question. Not unless they wanted Dex to end up dead like the others. Damn it, Sloane. Why did you have to go and mark him? Austen pocketed the phones as he ducked behind the armchair before Sloane turned on the bedside lamp.

“Tell me what you’re feeling. Talk to me.”

Austen counted the seconds. It was about to happen, just as Sparks said. Son of a bitch. He’d hoped she was wrong. That she was full of shit and just getting him to spy on Dex, but… fuck. This was going to be hard. First Dex’s temperature would skyrocket, then his pupils would dilate, followed by chest pains.

“Fuck,” Dex wheezed.

“Dex, talk to me. You’re scaring the shit out of me.”

“I feel weird.”

Austen closed his eyes, breathing in deeply through his nose, and letting his breath out slowly, silently through his mouth. If it had been anyone else, no problem. Austen could blink and detach himself from a situation, close the door to any emotion that might threaten him, and endanger his mission. Had it been anyone else, he would have sauntered through the door, taken a seat, and just waited for the shit to hit the fan. No, that wasn’t true. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t be here.

The thrashing started, and Austen winced. Dex’s inhuman cry crawled under his skin, and Sloane shouting Dex’s name brought a hitch to his breath. He hated hearing Sloane sound so afraid. Austen turned his head up, silently cursing the heavens. Hadn’t the guy been through enough? How much more would he have to suffer?

Cut him a fucking break, huh?

Dex would fight the pain like he did the first time. At least Sloane was here with him. Austen had fucked up so bad. Sloane he had no choice in. He was stuck on the guy since they’d met. A tiny part of him still loved Sloane, but that love was changing, becoming more… affectionate. He wasn’t that pining teenager anymore. Regardless, Sloane was and would always be a part of his life. What Austen hadn’t meant to do was let Dex in. Fuck that Cheesy Doodle crunching asshole. Why did he have to be such a good guy? Why did he have to be so perfect for Sloane? Austen wanted to dislike him on principle, but he couldn’t. Over the years, Dex had wormed his way into Austen’s heart like a stray dog that follows you home, looking up at you with big hopeful eyes, wagging its tail and wanting nothing more than to love you.

Dex pissed him off. Despite all the shit Austen did, breaking into their house, eating his snacks, purposefully spying on him and making sure he knew it, the guy still liked Austen. Why? Why hadn’t Dex told Sloane to leave Austen behind? Dex knew how Austen felt. What kind of boyfriend was he?

Frantic movement told him Sloane was about to lose his shit.

“It was right there.”

Yes, it was, buddy. Now it was in his pocket.

“He’ll be fine.” Austen stood, smiling sadly as he watched Dex. He couldn’t look at Sloane. Not yet.

“Austen? You need to help me. We need to call emergency services.”

Austen shook his head. “You need to let this play out.” I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me. This was one of those moments where he questioned what he was doing with TIN. With his life. Someone he cared deeply about was in pain, begging him for help, and he couldn’t do anything because it wasn’t about the now, it was about what needed to happen, about the end game, and it boiled Austen’s blood.

Sloane wasn’t ready to hear the truth of what was happening to the man he loved, that it was his blood that was causing this. All Austen could do was protect Sloane, and prolong his heartbreak, because when the truth came out, Sloane’s heart would break. Austen prayed that Sloane and Dex’s relationship would be able to withstand the fallout. More importantly, he prayed Dex would survive what was happening to him.

“Are you out of your mind?” Sloane thrust a hand in Dex’s direction. “Look at him!” Sloane ran over to Dex’s side of the bed. Dex’s phone was gone. His head shot up, and he stared at Austen.

“You took them.”

“It’s a seizure,” Austen said gently. “Sort of. He’s had one before. You need to let it play out.”

“What?” Sloane shook his head. “That’s not possible. I would have known if this had happened before.” He quickly returned to Dex’s side, Austen joining him. “Dex would have told me.”

“He didn’t tell you because he couldn’t remember.” He braced himself.

“Explain,” Sloane growled.

“The other day, when you called him from work and he told you he must have fallen asleep. He’d had a similar episode. TIN was immediately on the scene, and Sparks was called in. They took care of him.”

“Why wasn’t I told?”

Sloane gave a start at Dex’s anguished cry, and he climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside Dex and running a hand over his head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can get through this. I’m right here with you.”

Tears streamed down the side of Dex’s face, and Austen clenched his jaw, forcing his emotions deep down inside him. Austen made the mistake of looking at Sloane, and it took everything he had not to run. Sloane wasn’t supposed to hurt like this. He’d always been larger than life, a strong, fierce jaguar Therian with a tender heart. A guy who could have thrown Austen away like everyone else in Austen’s life had, but he didn’t. He’d done so much for Austen, and now all Austen could offer was comfort. Fuck. It was hard, seeing Sloane look so helpless.

“There has to be something I can do,” Sloane pleaded.

“All you can do is comfort him. It’ll pass.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Sloane growled, his eyes meeting Austen’s. “I can’t just—”

“It will pass, Sloane. You’ll put him in more danger if you send him to the hospital.”


Austen carefully put his palm to Dex’s brow, smiling warmly down at him. “You can do this, Dex.” He had faith in him. Dex was strong, stronger than any Human had the right to be. Austen had watched stunned at the way Dex had swept into the lives of his teammates. A whirlwind of jokes, unhealthy snacks, and cheesy 80s music. If Austen hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it. In fact, he hadn’t. When Sparks told him to keep an eye on Dex, that he was important, Austen had scoffed. He remembered his own words.

This joker? Are you fucking kidding me?

Dex had proved him wrong. He’d shown Austen what it was to be a real friend. To take a broken, wounded man and not just mend him, but inspire him to be an even greater man. Austen knew what Dex meant to Sloane. He looked up at the man who had rescued him from a life he didn’t want to even think about.

“I would never lie to you, Sloane.”

“What do I do?”

Austen hated that he could see the uncertainty in Sloane’s eyes. As much as Sloane trusted Austen, Austen worked for TIN. It hurt, but Austen didn’t blame him. “Sloane. Trust me.”

Sloane looked up, and Austen hoped the sincerity in his voice, their history together, would be enough for Sloane to take a chance on him.

“Let him know you’re here,” Austen said.

Sloane did his best to soothe Dex. He ran his hand over Dex’s head, his words soft as he spoke. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m right here with you.”

Dex’s chest rose and fell with short, rapid breaths, his pupils blown, and his terrified gaze on Sloane. It looked horrific. Like he was at death’s door. Tears pooled in Sloane’s eyes, and Austen curled his hands into fists until his nails dug into his palms. Sloane brought Dex’s fingers to his lips for a kiss.

What would it feel like, to be loved like that? To be looked at as if you were the only man who existed, the only one who mattered?

“If you’re wrong,” Sloane choked out, his eyes on Dex as he addressed Austen, “I’ll never forgive you.”

Austen swallowed hard. “I know.” There was so much he wanted to say, but now was not the time. All he could do was stand here, an intruder. Austen looked around the bedroom, at Dex and Sloane’s clothes neatly folded on the armchair, Sloane’s boots by the closet, his uniform shirt hanging from the hook, freshly cleaned and ironed. It was all so domestic. So… normal.

“Dex, I’m here. You’ll be okay. You can do this.”

Dex gasped, clawing at the sheets as his back arched again. Another cry tore from his lips, and Sloane grabbed hold of him. He held on to Dex, shutting his eyes tight as Dex screamed again. Then he went limp in Sloane’s arms.

God, he hated this part.

“Dex?” Sloane gently laid Dex back down on the bed. His eyes were closed, and his chest had stopped moving, or so it appeared. “Dex? Baby, please!” Sloane felt for a pulse. Austen knew he wouldn’t find one. “Dex!” Sloane jumped off the bed and ran to the closet where his medical bag was.

Dex gasped, and Sloane turned, rushing back to his side. He cupped Dex’s face. He looked so relieved, so damn happy.

“Oh, thank God.”

Sloane climbed onto the bed and drew Dex into his arms, running a hand down his back as Dex cried against his shoulder. Sloane joined him, tears escaping his amber eyes. Austen had never seen Sloane look more terrified. Sloane closed his eyes tight, and Austen took hold of the covers to pull them snugly around them. Then he returned the cellphones in his pocket to nightstands, and he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Austen quickly left the house, his chest feeling tight. He told himself over and over that it would be okay. Dex would be okay. Sloane’s blood was changing him, and as fucking terrifying as the seizures were, it meant his body was fighting, fighting to stay alive. If anyone could survive this, it would be Dex. They just had to keep an eye on him, and make sure he didn’t go to any hospitals or he’d end up in the morgue.

The cool breeze felt good against his face as he walked briskly down the sidewalk. His earpiece beeped, and he tapped it, answering with a growl.


“How’s Dex?”

Austen blinked back his tears. “Alive. How much longer is this going to go on? It’s fucking killing them, and for all we know it actually is killing Dex.”

“Dex is stronger than he looks.”

“And if he’s not?” Austen hissed. “You assured me…. Sloane can’t lose him. You saw what happened when he lost Gabe. If he loses Dex…. Fuck. It’ll destroy him. He’ll never come back from that.” Austen was shivering, which was really something, considering it was the middle of fucking summer.

“They’ll get through this.”

“Because you say so?” Austen let out a sound of disgust. “If you’re wrong—”

“How long are you going to feel indebted to Sloane Brodie? Or is it because you still love him?”

“Fuck you,” Austen spat out. He didn’t give a shit who Sparks was. “He’s the closest thing to family I have. The only one who gives a shit about me. You knew that from the day we met.”

“Austen, don’t make me question your loyalty.”

Ice filled Austen’s veins, and when he spoke it came through in his tone. “There’s no need to question my loyalty, because you know where it fucking lies. And in case you need a reminder, it’s with him.” Austen hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket.

Sparks might have taken him in and turned him into more than some street punk, but Sloane was the one who’d saved him, and that was something Austen would never forget.

Copyright © 2016 Charlie Cochet. Published by Dreamspinner Press.

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THIRDS Beyond the Books: Volume 2 Release Day!

Hello all! THIRDS Beyond the Books: Volume 2 is here! I’m so excited to be sharing with you the next fun collection of THIRDS flash fiction stories! This volume includes stories that follow the THIRDS series timeline up to Catch a Tiger by the Tail (THIRDS, Book 6). It also includes an unpublished flash fiction story.



Genre: Paranormal Gay Romance, Shifters
Length: Novella
Published: Oct 12th, 2016
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
Ebook ISBN-13: 9781634773089

Return to the THIRDS universe with another collection of flash fiction stories inspired by prompts submitted by fans. Reunite with favorite THIRDS characters to explore even more of their hidden adventures and personal moments, and take the opportunity to learn more about them through this series of stories recounting the humor, heartbreak, friendship, hardship, and love these characters experience behind the scenes. Complete your THIRDS experience with these tales of stolen moments.

** All royalties earned from THIRDS Beyond the Books are being donated to Big Cat Rescue.



Dreamspinner Press eBook | Amazon Kindle | All Romance eBooks | Barnes & Noble

H&HWDestructive Delta Divider


Hell & High Water (THIRDS, Book 1)
Blood & Thunder (THIRDS Book 2)
Rack & Ruin (THIRDS, Book 3)
Rise & Fall (THIRDS, Book 4)
Against the Grain (THIRDS, Book 5)
Catch a Tiger by the Tail (THIRDS, Book 6)
Smoke & Mirrors (THIRDS, Book 7)

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Office Space – 10/7/16

Hello all! Welcome to this week’s Office Space! If you missed the intro post to the new blog post series, you can read all about it here.


A fellow author friend (you know who you are) got me hooked on Zulily. If you’ve never shopped on there, proceed with caution. It can be very addicting. It can be hit or miss with a few things, but the majority of the time it’s spot on. They have fabulous stationary events, and as we all know, stationary is a weakness of mine. I’m pretty sure I have more journals and notebooks than I’ll use in my lifetime yet I can’t resist picking up a few more. They had a gorgeous set of Lady Jayne stationary that I couldn’t resist grabbing a few pieces of. I love the retro sailor design. The highlighters are some of my fave because they’re more pastel than the usual burn your eyes highlighter colors, and they’re double ended. I bought a pack from Amazon, and topped them up while I was in San Francisco in a little fabulous store in Japantown that sold individual colors.

This weekend I’ll be writing, in the hopes of making my deadline. I’ve also got edits for Thick & Thin. What are your plans for this weekend?

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THIRDS Thursday – 10/6/16

THIRDS Thursdays

*** Contains spoilers for Smoke & Mirrors (Book 7) ***

Prompt: After Sloane breaks up with Dex in the 7th book, Cael goes to comfort Dex, so I wanted the scene taking place between them…Does Dex get sick because he thinks his mate’s left him? Something along those lines. Preferably from Cael’s POV (but either will do).

Cael was fuming.

When the cab pulled up outside Dex’s house, Cael did his best not to slam the car door behind him. He paid the driver and thanked him before marching up Dex’s front steps. Ooh, he just wanted to plant a fist in Sloane’s stupid nose. How could the guy just walk out on Dex like that? And everyone said Ash was an asshole. Ash would never walk out on Cael. Maybe at one point he might have, but not anymore.

Ash wasn’t the kind of guy to back away from a fight, whether he was in the wrong or not. That was the difference between Ash and Sloane. When Sloane was hurt, he wanted to be alone to lick his wounds, so he went off to find somewhere he could do that. With Ash, he stayed put, and if you knew what was good for you, you would be the one to give him space, but if you didn’t, he would go on brooding whether or not you were there. These days, Ash talked more. If Cael was upset about something, Ash talked it through with him, helping Cael calmly explain what was wrong, and what Ash could to help, or how they could do things differently the next time around.

Cael was going to fish in his pocket for the spare keys he had to Dex’s place when the door was thrown open.


Cael looked up at Dex and all of Cael’s anger melted away. He’d never seen his big brother look so… fragile, so lost. Unable to find the right words to say in that moment, Cael threw his arms around Dex and hugged him tight. They stood like that for what seemed like hours, Dex’s face buried in Cael’s hair. It was only when Dex shuddered that Cael realized his big brother had been silently crying. Cael rubbed circles over Dex’s back, imagining the pain his brother must be in. Dex’s boyfriend hadn’t just walked out on him. His mate had walked out on him.  The pull between bonded mates was so much deeper. Emotions ran higher, hotter, and the pain far more intense.

When Dex was ready, he pulled away, giving Cael a wobbly smile that broke Cael’s heart. His big brother was always the one Cael leaned on. The one who made everything better. Dex was unbreakable. Cael had never seen Dex not bounce back, a big boyish smile on his face. It might take some time, but Dex always bounced back. This time, Cael wasn’t so sure, and he hated it. Hated that Sloane had left his big brother all alone and in pain.

“Hi, Chirpy.” Dex stepped to one side so Cael could come in.

Inside the living room, Cael’s heart squeezed at the nest of blankets and pillows Dex had on the couch. The coffee table was littered with snacks, from his favorite gummy bears and Cheesy Doodles, to cupcakes and chocolate. The Princess Bride was paused on the huge flat screen TV.

Dex finished locking up and joined Cael in the living room. It was the middle of summer, but Dex had the AC cranked up. He had fuzzy socks on his feet, Star Wars pajama bottoms, and a plain black T-shirt that was too big for him and obviously Sloane’s. As if reading his thoughts, Dex put a hand to his chest and rubbed the T-shirt, a sad smile on his face.

“I know, I’m a dork, but….” He sighed heavily. “It make it hurt a little less.”

Cael nodded his understanding. He waited for Dex to climb on the couch, wrapping himself up then holding one side open for Cael. Cael toed off his sneakers then climbed up, snuggling up close to Dex when his brother wrapped the blanket around them.

“This reminds me of when we were kids,” Cael said with a smile. “When there was a bad storm and you’d make a fort out of the couch cushions, blankets, and pillows, then you’d read stories. Dad would make us s’mores and hot chocolate, then take over for you, and we’d both fall asleep to him reading.”

Dex sighed. “Yeah. I miss those days.”

“Me too.” They were both quiet, and Cael could feel his brother wanted to say something, so he waited patiently.

“Did you see him?” Dex asked, his voice quiet.

Cael nodded, feeling himself getting angry again. “He’s staying on Ash’s couch.”


Cael pulled back and frowned up at his brother. “Why are you apologizing for him? He’s the one who left.” Dex flinched, and Cael kicked himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean….”

“It’s okay.” Dex’s eyes were red and glassy, his hair a mess, and his skin flushed. He’d clearly had a good cry long before Cael showed up. “And you’re right. I just can’t help worrying about him despite everything. Was he okay?”

Cael’s expression softened. Trust his brother to be worried about Sloane after the guy had ripped his heart out. “He looked rough,” Cael admitted. He folded his arms over his chest. “I know he’s your mate, and that you still love him no matter how pissed off you are at him, but, Dex, I really want to punch him. I can’t believe he did this to you, after everything.” Cael could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He was so mad. “It was his idea to move in together, he agreed to mark you, he promised he would be here for you, and he’s doing what he always does. I thought he’d changed.”

“He has,” Dex assured him. “For the most part. This was just, I don’t know. It’s different. Bigger. I’m not saying I’m not pissed off, because I am, but to be honest, it’s being drowned out by all the hurt. My mind is indignant, but my body….” Dex put a hand to his heart, rubbing the spot as if it were sore. “It fucking hurts so bad, Chirpy. It just refuses to listen to my head. I tell myself we’ll work it out, that he’s not gone for good, but my body is buzzing with need, and I don’t mean sex.” He moved his hand to his marked arm. “It burns, and I’m hit with these waves of nausea. They don’t last long, but at first, I kept getting sick, and dizzy.” He let his head fall back with a sigh. “I don’t know what to do, and that’s a new thing for me. This is all new.” Dex swallowed hard, blinking past the tears in his eyes.

“He’s it for me, Cael. I can’t imagine my life without him. I didn’t even know you could love someone this much. It’s scary. It could be the mark, or it could just be my stupid heart.” He straightened and looked down at Cael. “I fucking adore him, with all his faults, just the way he is. Yeah, I wish he hadn’t walked out, and as much as I want to kick his ass….” Tears welled in his eyes again, and Cael put a hand to Dex’s shoulder. “I just want him home, Chirpy.”

Cael didn’t hesitate. He wrapped Dex in his arms, offering what comfort he could. Closing his eyes, he prayed that Sloane would come to his senses, work through his shit, and come home to Dex. Didn’t Sloane realize what he had? How madly head over heels Dex was for him? How many times could the guy break Dex’s heart? For now, all Cael could do was be here for his big brother, just like Dex had always been there for him.

Copyright © 2016 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press.

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#TeaserTuesday – 10/4/16 Disarming Donner (North Pole City Tales, Book 5)


Hello, all! This week’s #TeaserTuesday brings us an excerpt from Disarming Donner, book 5 in the North Pole City Tales series which is due for release in December. Enjoy!


Where was everyone?

“Perhaps we can find a way to amuse ourselves until the others arrive.”

Donner’s cheeks burned, and his heart fluttered most awfully. He spun on his heels and found himself face-to-chest with Calder. Swallowing hard, he lifted his chin. It wasn’t right for an elf to be so tall, or so… broad and muscular. Calder smiled, and Donner’s heart fluttered again. How very annoying.

Calder moved his arm, and Donner took a quick step back. He was surprised when Calder held out his hand.

Donner blinked up at him. “What are you doing?”

Calder nodded toward the empty ballroom floor.

“I’m not dancing with you.” The very nerve. As if Donner would do such a thing. It would require him holding Calder’s hand and getting… close.

Calder shrugged. He put one hand to his chest and held the other out before he began to dance and sway. Plum pudding. The elf had gone mad. Calder smiled as he danced, his large stature not impeding his easy grace in the least. Donner would never have suspected the elf to possess such flair. It was difficult not to watch him, and even more so to appear indifferent. Not when Calder waltzed around him. The orchestra began to play a soft melody, and Donner cursed under his breath. Were they trying to be droll?

“Join me,” Calder said.

“No.” Donner folded his arms over his chest. Absolutely not. Dance with a Dockalfar? Absurd. He could just hear the gossip now.

Seemingly unperturbed by Donner’s refusal, Calder began to sing.

Oh for the love of holly. He sings too? Calder sang in a smooth baritone that did the strangest thing to Donner’s skin. He didn’t like it one bit. He especially didn’t like it when Calder sang about Donner’s eyes and the stars.

Calder danced closer, his voice low and dripping with honey. “Dance with me.”

“I’ll do no such thing.”

“Afraid I’ll sully your reputation?” He stopped behind Donner and murmured in his ear. “Or afraid you might like it?”

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Recent Reads – Take Two by Shira Anthony


Hello, all! This week I had the pleasure of reading Shira Anthony‘s Take Two, a sweet story about second chances. I’m a sucker for a good romcom, and this played out in my head a la Hollywood movie style. I could see it up on the screen, the kind of movie where you’d get cozy with your fuzzy socks, super soft throw blanket, and your favorite beverage. Take Two tells the story of two men very much in love, but just like in real life, they’ve discovered that love alone is not enough to sustain a relationship or a marriage. Wesley and Sam have been married for ten years, getting together back before both their careers took off. Wesley is a professor, and Sam is a Hollywood star.

One of the things I love about this story is the way the author weaves in scenes of the couple throughout their relationship so you really start to see why Wesley filed for divorce, and your heart breaks for him. The way he just hung on, waiting for Sam, his heart clinging on to the moments he could spend with Sam, always being patient and understanding. I also loved that it wasn’t just a matter of getting back together. Things had to change.

On the outside, Sam appears to be perfect. A sinfully handsome man who’s charming, talented, and a true romantic, but the more we got to know Sam, the more we could see his flaws. Watching Wesley and Sam both grow, and learn, seeing them rediscover each other was just wonderful. Oh, and drunk Wesley is the best thing ever. Just saying. If you enjoy sweet romance, second chances, swashbuckling, humor, and suspense, I think you’ll enjoy Take Two.


take-twoLights, camera, action! When Professor Wesley Coolidge accepts a summer job as a historical consultant to a pirate movie being filmed in North Carolina, the last person he expects to bump into is his soon-to-be ex, movie star Sander Carson.

Just like the flamboyant pirate he’s playing, Sander, aka Sam Carr, is used to getting what he wants, and he makes it clear he wants Wesley back in his life. Sam lost Wesley when he left their life in New York City behind for a career in Hollywood. But Wesley has finally managed to put the pieces of his heart back together, and he isn’t interested in Sam and Wesley: The Sequel.

Convincing Wesley to give their relationship a second chance will take much more than Sam’s apologies and reminders of good times past. If Sam wants Wesley back, he’ll have to show Wesley that they really can sail into the sunset together—a real-life happily-ever-after that won’t end once the final credits roll.

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