Valentine’s Day special treats!

1137562_book_of_love_1Hello everyone! Valentine’s Day is almost upon us, which means lots of lovey dovey goodness. What will I be offering during this time of chocolate hearts and candy kisses? Let’s see…

Trip and Boone won the poll for the exclusive Valentine’s Day flash fic available in February’s newsletter (will be sent out on the 14th especially for Valentine’s Day. Every month after that, newsletters will go out the 15th).

Jacky and Chance were runners up, so you’ll get to see how these two spend their Valentine’s day over at Guys Like Romance, Too! on Feb 12th!

Feb 14th – 16th is the Power of Love m/m romance blog hop. Stop by for some fun and a giveaway!

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Stop Two on The Impetuous Afflictions Blog Tour: Sue Brown’s Blog

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Hi all! Today The Impetuous Afflictions Blog Tour stops by Sue Brown’s blog for stop two! Catch the second excerpt from Chapter Two and enter for a chance to win some nifty prizes!


Tour Info:

The tour has 13 stops. The first 6 stops are a personally guided tour conducted by the man himself, Jonathan Wolfe. The remaining 7 stops will give you the opportunity to meet the brats individually, and in some cases they will have a partner in crime. I heard for the final day, Johnnie has somehow managed to drag Chance along. That should be interesting.

Disclaimer: Please note. I can’t be held responsible for what comes out of Johnnie’s mouth. I’ve been informed he’s on his best behavior, but I think we both know that his definition of “best behavior” differs vastly from ours. 

Serialized Excerpts:

The tour will also feature serialized excerpts consisting of the whole of Chapter Two. So if you haven’t read Chapter One, you can go ahead and do so from either my website here:

http://www.charliecochet.com/books/novels/the-impetuous-afflictions-of-jonathan-wolfe/excerpt/

or the Dreasmpinner website here:

http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4362&osCsid=gbo693acupfn294tque6r8jg27

Here’s all the info for the tour you’ll need. The first stop is The Novel Approach where the lovely Lisa has not only been incredibly kind in letting Johnnie stop by, but has also given The Impetuous Afflictions of Jonathan Wolfe an absolutely wonderful 5 star review!!

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Tour stops:

11/9 – Welcome to Hawthorne Manor [Excerpt 1] – The Novel Approach

11/11 – Billiard Room Brouhaha [Excerpt 2] – Author Sue Brown

11/12 – A Trip to the Town of Aylesbury [Excerpt 3] –  Author Kim Fielding

11/13 – Time for Tea [Excerpt 4] – Author Lex Chase

11/14 – Stopping for a Pint [Excerpt 5] –  Author Andrew Q. Gordon

11/15 – Visiting the Furry Hat Man [Excerpt 6] – Author Eden Winters

11/18 – Meet Gideon Brooks [Excerpt 7] – Author Michael Rupured

11/19 – Meet Rori Curtis [Excerpt 8] –  Author Shira Anthony

11/20 – Meet Aubrey Jepson [Excerpt 9] – Attention is Arbitrary

11/21 – Meet Oliver Darling [Excerpt 10] – Hearts on Fire

11/22 – Meet Elliot Young [Excerpt 11] – Author Elin Gregory

11/25 – Meet Connor & Edmund Grey [Excerpt 12] – Joyfully Jay

11/26 – The Devilish Duo [Bonus Excerpt] – Mrs. Condit & Friends


Giveaway

1st Prize: $15 Amazon gift card + Impetuous Afflictions signed swag pack + signed 8×10 art print.

2nd & 3rd Prize: Impetuous Afflictions swag pack + signed 8×10 art print.

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To Enter

Just leave a comment on any of the blog posts along the tour, along with a contact email address. **If you would still like to enter the contest but don’t wish to leave your email address in the comment, you can also enter by emailingcharlie@charliecochet.com.

Winners will be chosen at random and posted on Charlie’s blog at http://www.charliecochet.com/blog on Monday, December 2nd. Winners will then be notified via email.

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Contest ends

Sunday, December 1st at midnight, Eastern Time.

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Art Print Designs

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A Thank You Photo from Trip

As some of you may know, my Love Has No Boundaries story An Intrepid Trip to Love went up on Sunday, May 26th, and already it has some wonderful reviews. I just wanted to shout out a thank you to everyone who’s taken the time to read it, not to mention leave a review. I’ve been blown away by all the comments left in the thread as well. You guys are amazing. All your effort is truly appreciated, and nothing warms my heart more than knowing folks are enjoying it.

Here’s a little family photo for you. My guess is Trip wouldn’t have been able to stop giving his tiny pup kisses no matter how much the pup griped about it. Though I imagine Robbie wouldn’t have been able to resist returning those kisses because he loves his daddy so–even if he is a bit OTT at times.

Trip and Robbie

 

For those who haven’t read Trip’s story and would like to, you can find it here: http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1342500-an-intrepid-trip-to-love-by-charlie-cochet—10-200-member-early-bonus-s

 

x Charlie

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Love Has No Boundaries – Teaser

Here’s a little teaser from my LHNB story. Enjoy!

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“It went under the bed,” Robbie murmured, pointing at the bed across the room—which had yet to be made at six in the evening. Leaving that gripe for after he corralled their unwanted arachnid guest, Trip weaved through the valley of sharp, angular toys and made it to the bed unscathed. He got down on his knees and lifted the comforter hanging off the side.

“For crying out loud, Robbie, there’s more stuff under your bed than out here. Did you leave anything in the closet? I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a nest under here.” Robbie let out a whimper and Trip rolled his eyes, glancing over at the pup and trying not to laugh at his little worried face.  “Relax, there’s no nest.” He shifted his gaze back under the bed and saw something move. “Aha! I’ve got you now you little sucker. I don’t know what you’re so scared of, Robbie, it’s not that big.”

“It is so! It’s like one of those facehuggers from Aliens. What if I’m asleep and it jumps on my face and tries to lay eggs in my tummy and then it bursts from my chest all argh!” Robbie dramatically threw himself back against his desk’s chair, his tongue poking out one side of his mouth as he made gurgling noises, his body twitching.

“That’s the last time I let you stay up to watch a Sci-fi marathon.” The movement stopped. Taking the cardboard, Trip slowly slipped it under the bed toward the black lump, only to poke it and realize it was a balled up sock. What the hell? Something shifted beside it—something much bigger. It turned and darted right for him.

“Holy fudge!” Trip shot away from the bed, managing to curb the copious amounts of colorful swear words ready to roll off his tongue. Scrambling, he climbed onto the bed in a manner which could only be described as astoundingly undignified, losing one of his socks in the process. Getting to his feet, he wobbled on the bed a moment before finding his balance, his plastic container out in front of him like a shield and the piece of cardboard brandished in his right hand like a sword. He was ready for battle.

“There it is, dad!” Robbie squealed and Trip gave a start.

“Where?”

Robbie frantically pointed at the huge hairy black spot in the middle of the blue carpet. “There!”

“Oh my Gods,” Trip gagged. “What is that? That is the most revolting thing I have ever seen.”

“What about when grandpa Hagan lost his swim trunks at the lake?”

“You’re right. This is the second most revolting thing I have ever seen.”

Robbie swiped a book off his desk, ready to hurl it.

“Hey, don’t throw your math book.”

Dropping his math book on the desk, Robbie swapped it for Trip’s tablet.

“Throw the math book! Throw the math book!”

Robbie obliged, picking up the hefty hardback and chucking it across the room. It landed like a tee-pee over the spider. They held their breaths. Pages ruffled and seconds later the spider leisurely crawled out. “It’s still alive, dad! What do we do?”

“What is that thing made of? All right, that’s it. Ain’t no eight legged creep gonna get the best of Tristan Hagan.”

“Go, dad!’ Robbie cheered him on.

Trip inched closer to the foot of the bed when the beast turned toward him and leapt forward. “Holy shit, it jumps!” He scrambled back until his back hit the wall behind him.

“You said a curse word,” Robbie admonished, wagging a finger at him.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. But, did you see that?” Trip’s smart phone rang in his pocket and he shuffled his weapons into his left hand to grab it, pressing it against his ear. “Brook?”

“Trip? What’s wrong?”

“Put her on speaker phone,” Robbie demanded. “Mom! Mom! There’s a huge spider in my room and it looks like one of the facehuggers from Aliens!”

“What have we told you about watching those Sci-fi marathons?”

“You sound like dad. Why are you fighting with me when you should be fighting the Aliens?”

“It’s a spider,” Trip clarified.

“A mutant spider that probably has mutant babies,” Robbie added.

Brook sighed. “He gets that from you, you know.”

“No, but seriously, Brook, the thing is fugly.”

“No one says fugly anymore.”

“I just did.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a nerd.”

“Aw, thanks, babe. I gotta go now. Got aliens to kill. Don’t worry, if I end up an incubator for mutant spider babies, I’ll remember the good times we had.” When Brook next spoke, he could hear the smile in her voice.

“Do you want me to send Deacon over? He’ll be home in about fifteen minutes.”

“Hm, do I want to emasculate myself further by having my ex-wife’s husband come kill a spider for me?”

“Dad, it’s moving again!”

“Fifteen minutes you say? That’ll work for me. He can let himself in. Tell him to bring his shovel. And a blowtorch.”

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Welcome to my new online home!

http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1218487Hello everyone! Well, after many many hours of designing and programming, my new home is ready. I hope you all enjoy the new site as much as the old one. Grab yourself a cup of tea or coffee and have a browse. You’ll find old favorites and new content, as well as a free short novella: The Only Star as a thank you for all your awesomeness. I had lots of fun writing that little story, so I hope you enjoy reading about Remi and Hawk’s latest shenanigans. At the moment it’s only available to read on the website, but I promise I’m working on getting it downloadable in various formats. I also had a great time creating the cover.

Over the next few months there will be plenty more added to the site, and I’ll make sure to update you when something new goes up. For those of you not on Facebook or Twitter, I’ve added the feeds to my blog sidebar so you can follow along if you fancy.

The site’s been checked over and over, but sometimes things slip through the cracks, so if you come across any broken links or maybe just something I’ve missed, please let me know. If there’s anything you’d like to see more of, you’re always welcome to drop me a line. I know there’s a lot going on so I don’t plan on shuffling too much about so folks can get used to where things are. On the sidebar you’ll find the schedule for upcoming guests, as well as where I’ll be blogging, any contests, blog hops, and giveaways coming up.

I’m also still getting my head around the site’s new layout and functionality, so I do apologize if things are a little slow going at the start. Anyway, on to the fun stuff. To celebrate my grand opening, I’m having a giveaway.

Contest

One lucky winner will receive:

$10 Amazon Gift Card, a handmade vintage-style journal with their name on it, and an author goodie bag with all sorts of swaggy treats.

Rules:

All you have to do is leave a comment on this post, along with your email address. If you don’t want to leave your email address, you can enter the contest via the Contact Form. If you fancy following my swanky new blog, that would be treat, but it’s not a requirement.

Ends:

Saturday, March 16th at midnight (eastern time).

So what do you think of the new digs?

This contest is now closed.

 

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Recent News, Updates, & Free Printables!

Hello everyone! I thought I’d post a little update of what’s been going on in Charlie’s world over the past few days. I know my posts have been sparse, but I’ve been tap, tap, tapping away at my keyboard getting some writing done.

♥ First, I’m super excited to announce that my Christmas story Mending Noel has been contracted to be part of Dreamspinner’s Evergreen Advent Calendar anthology. It will also be sold on it’s own afterward. There will be more about this story soon, including sneak peeks, so keep an eye out for that!

♥ While working to finish Julius’ book, I’ve also finally finished my short story Between the Devil and the Pacific Blue which I started back in March. I’m always working on more than one thing at a time, but if I get stuck, I don’t push it, because I know I’ll get back to it eventually. That happened with this little noirish tale, but the other day out of the blue it hit me, and I managed to finish it. It’s off to the betas now before I submit it, but I’ll make sure to keep you all updated. You can read an excerpt on this post here.

♥ I’ve also been getting all my swag together for GRL, slowly but surely, and I put together some mini bookmarks. I might get some additional ones made to give out on the blog, but in the meantime, I thought I’d post them for folks who fancied printing them at home on a piece of card. They measure 1.18 x 5.313 inches and the resolution is 300 dpi, so should come out nice and crisp. Check them out on the Freebies page or click here.

♥ Don’t forget you have until Thursday, Sept 20th to enter H.C. Brown’s giveaway. Just leave a comment on her post for a chance to win a book from her backlist! Check out her post here.

Hope you’re all having a great week!

x Charlie x

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St. Patrick’s Day Special

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As a special treat, a little St. Patrick’s Day gift to you. I’ve written a little holiday special with Bruce and Jace.

For those of you unfamiliar with Bruce and Jace, they are the protagonists of my Valentine’s Day Sip, When Love Walked In which takes place in Manhattan, New York, 1933, and tells of how the two met.

Blurb: Bruce Shannon is a Private Investigator dealing with case after case of missing persons and infidelity. None of which inspire warm, fuzzy feelings during the week of Valentine’s Day. Then again, Bruce isn’t exactly a fuzzy feelings kind of guy, which suits him just fine. He doesn’t need anyone anyhow, only his cat, Mittens. That is, until the handsome Jace Scarret wanders off the streets and into Bruce’s life. Will Jace end up showing Bruce that maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t so lousy after all?

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Endearing Young Charmsa St. Patrick’s Day Special by Charlie Cochet

“Bruce!”

There was no reply.

“Bruce?” Jace knocked cautiously on the grumpy detective’s office door, all the while wondering what on earth the man could be doing in there. It had been a slow day, so Jace knew there weren’t any clients, nor were they working any cases at the moment. With any luck, Bruce was finally getting somewhere with the previous month’s expenses. He knew how much Bruce hated paperwork, but it had taken Jace over a month to undo the damage done to Gladys’ pristine filing system. The man had a talent for disorder.

After Jace’s request, Bruce had growled at him, stomped into his office, and slammed the door, but soon it was clear that the detective was indeed working on the expenses—made evident by the sheer amount of cursing that had been expelled. However, that had been hours ago, and Jace had begun to get rather concerned, especially since he’d been attempting to get Bruce’s attention for the past fifteen minutes now.

Walking to the outer office door, he locked up. He didn’t need any clients walking in while Bruce was in the middle of one of his colorful outbursts. With that done, he went to Bruce’s office and quietly let himself in.

“What the—” Fuming, Jace marched over to Bruce’s desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared at his boss, and lover. “What are you doing?”

Bruce sat with his legs propped up on his desk, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, tie crooked, a dime novel in one hand, and a glass of whiskey in the other.

“Reading,” he murmured, without looking up.

“That much I gathered,” Jace replied through his teeth, somehow managing to summon patience. “Is that what you’ve been doing for the last three and a half hours? Reading a dime novel?”

That earned him a frown, but Bruce didn’t bother looking away from his book to do so. “Don’t be a bunny. It doesn’t take me that long to read one of these. This is my third.”

“Your…” Jace gaped at him before his gaze shifted to the archive box on the desk. It was filled to the brim with balled up pieces of paper—Bruce’s preferred method of filing. Jace picked one up and held it out to Bruce, who casually took a sip of his whiskey as he continued reading. “How am I supposed to sort out the expenses if you keep turning your invoices into something the Yankees could use for practice?”

Receiving no reply, he opened his mouth to begin another bout of scolding when there was a faint rustling sound. For a moment, he thought it had come from the box. Leaning in, he peered at the sea of wadded up foolscap. Suddenly, they attacked him. With the manliest of yelps, Jace jumped back, his hand flying to his chest as he attempted to get his pulse back to a normal level. “Jesus Christ! What the hell is that?”

Gingerly, he approached the box to get a better look. As soon as his finger touched the cardboard edge, a white paw swooped out and batted it. “For crying out loud! Mittens!”

“Oh yeah, I forgot.” Bruce put his book down and grinned up at him. “She crawled in there about an hour ago. Don’t know what the hell she’s been doing in there, but she’s obviously enjoying it.”

“Well, at least one of you is doing something with these invoices. Shame it can’t be the one capable of dialogue,” Jace grumbled, wishing he could stay mad at Mittens, but as the only thing visible was her pink nose poking out from under all that paper, he couldn’t help but forgive her. Bruce on the other hand…

“Dialogue is overrated,” Bruce grumbled. “Besides, you’re wrong about Mittens.” He rapped his knuckles against the box. “Sweetheart, talk to Jace.” As instructed, Mittens began to meow. Jace was unimpressed—with Bruce anyway, and arched an eyebrow at him.

“What? It ain’t her fault you can’t understand her.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jace closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He wondered how Gladys had managed. One thing was certain; the woman deserved a medal or sainthood. “Bruce, you are not leaving this office until you at least make some headway on these invoices.”

“Nope.” Bruce stood and started rolling down his sleeves. Swiping his cufflinks off the desk, he handed them to Jace, who was so taken aback by Bruce’s response that he took the cufflinks without a second thought. Had he missed something?

“What do you mean ‘nope’?” Jace asked dumbly, as Bruce extended an arm out to him. Granted, Bruce was the boss, and although most of the time he griped about things, when Jace had a valid point, Bruce usually gave in.

“I mean nope. I’m done for the day. And so are you.”

“I am? We are?” He fastened Bruce’s shirt cuff then started on the other. “But it’s the middle of the afternoon.”

“It’s St. Patrick’s Day,” Bruce declared with a big grin that had Jace’s stomach filling with butterflies. How was it possible for the man to be so excruciatingly frustrating, yet terribly irresistible at the same time? And the worst part was that Bruce was completely aware. Despite his arrogance, Jace couldn’t keep himself from melting under the man’s gaze. He quickly shook himself out of it.

“So?”

“You obviously ain’t Irish,” Bruce muttered, allowing Jace to straighten his tie for him before he walked to the coat rack, put on his suit jacket, and picked up his overcoat and hat.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He was still confused. Not an unusual state for him to be in where Bruce was concerned.

“We’re going to go celebrate.”

Jace’s gaze went to the half empty bottle of whiskey on the desk before it shifted back to Bruce, who narrowed his gaze. “There something you wanna say?”

“Nope.” Jace shook his head for emphasis.

“Wise guy.” Walking over to the desk, Bruce tapped the side of the archive box. “Sweetheart, it’s time to go home.”

Mittens leapt out of the box, sending balled up invoices in all directions. After being deposited on Bruce’s shoulder, the two followed Jace into the outer office where he picked up his own overcoat and hat.

“You spoil her too much,” Jace muttered as they left and he locked up. Mittens had to be the most pampered cat in all of Manhattan. Not that he was jealous or anything.

“She deserves to be spoiled,” Bruce replied, scratching Mittens under her chin. As they walked out of the building, Bruce was still smiling, which was rather unusual for him. Was it because it was St. Patrick’s Day? It wasn’t as if the man didn’t drink at all hours any other day. What was so special about today? “Come on,” Bruce added. “We’ll drop Mittens off and then head to McBride’s. Corned beef and cabbage is on me.”

Jace followed quietly along and in no time they were at Bruce’s apartment. He waited in the living room as Bruce dropped Mittens off and disappeared into his bedroom. When he came out, Jace couldn’t keep the dopey grin off his face. Bruce was sporting a green tie. Further to his surprise, Bruce handed him a similar one.

“I have a tie,” Jace said, looking down at his own less ostentatious one.

“You don’t want to go in there and not be wearing green. Believe me.”

Not entirely sure what Bruce was getting at, Jace removed his tie and replaced it with the new brighter one. Having been a bank clerk, his ties had usually been restricted to black, gray, or deep blues. He had to admit, he was a little tickled that he was wearing something of Bruce’s—even if it was a little garish. It was silly, he knew, but it always made him feel somewhat closer to Bruce whenever he had the chance to wear something of his. It reminded Jace of when they’d met.

“What’s with the face?” Bruce asked, ushering Jace toward the door. “You’re not jealous of Mittens are you?”

How was it that Jace never had any clue as to what Bruce was thinking, but the man could read him like an open book? Not that Jace had any intention of admitting as much. “Who said I was jealous?”

“Your bottom lip,” Bruce replied, poking at it softly and sending a shiver up Jace’s spine. “It juts out whenever I’m not paying you enough attention, and you get all mopey like a puppy.”

That brought a raised brow from Jace. “Well someone certainly has a high opinion of himself.” Doing his best to keep his wanton thoughts at bay, he made to open the door only to have Bruce smack his hand against it and shut it. Jace pulled on the doorknob to no avail. “Do you mind? What on earth has gotten into you?”

“I’m more concerned about what needs to get into you,” Bruce replied, his voice low and throaty. Jace’s cheeks flared up as Bruce leaned into him, his lips inches away.

“Must you be so crude?” He hated the tremor in his voice, but it couldn’t be helped. It had been days since they’d been intimate. Bruce had been busy working cases, which usually meant he was in a foul mood, and Jace was still learning when to initiate contact or leave him be. Bruce Shannon was a conundrum. One Jace had yet to figure out.

“Am I insultin’ your delicate sensibilities?” Bruce asked, his arm wrapping around Jace’s waist and his hand finding its way to his backside. He gave it a firm, sudden squeeze, drawing a gasp from Jace.

“Um… no,” he managed feebly, uncertain of what to make of Bruce’s bold move. “I thought you said we were going to celebrate?”

“Are you complaining?” Bruce asked, and started to draw away.

In a bout of panic, Jace grabbed Bruce’s jacket and crushed their lips together, thrilled by the deep, slow moan that escaped Bruce. Jace’s kiss was returned with exceptional enthusiasm and he had to admit to nearly sighing when Bruce’s strong arms enveloped him in a tight embrace. Their kiss grew more ardent and needy, until they were forced to come up for breath. The lust in Bruce’s eyes was enough to make Jace go weak at the knees.

“Forget the pub,” Bruce said gruffly, as he all but tore off Jace’s clothes. “Let’s celebrate here.”

Jace was hardly about to argue, and even if he had anything at all to say on the matter, it was gone the moment Bruce had him stripped down to only his shirt—having given up by the third button. He grabbed Jace, hauled him off his feet, and pressed him against the door, using his weight to hold him there. With his legs wrapped around Bruce’s waist, Jace swiftly went to work undressing his lover as much as was physically possible from his position. His hands took advantage, running all over those hard, delicious muscles. There were kisses, licks, bites, and plenty of grinding coming from both of them.

Bruce pulled Jace away from the door and precariously carried him into the bedroom, dropping him onto the bed with a bounce. As he pulled off his tie and flung it somewhere across the room, followed by the rest of his clothes, he paused to sweep his gaze over Jace.

“God damn, you are somethin’ else.”

“You know,” Jace purred, his fingers tracing a line down Bruce’s chest. “I can see myself really enjoying St. Patrick’s Day from now on.”

“Less talk, more celebrating,” Bruce ordered, kissing Jace to the point of making his toes curl. He wrapped his legs around his lover and gave himself up freely and wantonly. One thing was certain, Bruce had one hell of a way of celebrating holidays.

The End

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* Thanks, Elf ;)

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