#TeaserTuesday – 9/9/17 Tried & True, THIRDS Book 10

Hello, all! This week’s #TeaserTuesday is a snippet of our dynamic duo Dex and Sloane, from Tried & True, the final book in the THIRDS main series which is out November 24th. Happy reading!

“Holy fuck.”

Sloane straightened, his heart pounding. “What is it? Did you find the agent?”

“No, but I found something even better. Dude, Mrs. Bauman’s into BDSM.”

“What?” Sloane let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.

“Mrs. Bauman. She has an entire closet full of leather stuff, paddles, whips….”

“Why are you searching Mrs. Bauman’s closet?”

“For our guy, or girl, agent.”

“And a highly skilled enemy agent is going to be hiding in Mrs. Bauman’s closet?” Maybe they were taking a page out of Dex’s book. Dexter J. Daley’s 101 Places to Hide If You Want to Get Caught. Number 1. Bedroom Closet. Sloane let out a snort at the memory of a naked Dex hiding from Ash in the bedroom closet back when they’d thought they were being sneaky about their relationship. Of course the closet was the first place Ash looked.

Dex let out a bark of laughter. “Oh my God!”

“What now?” Sloane was going to strangle him.

“Mrs. Bauman has a strap-on.”

“I did not need to know that.”

“Ooh yeah, get your freak on, Mrs. Bauman. Just goes to show you, you’re never too old to get jiggy with it. Man, I hope we’re this adventurous when we get to her age. We’re probably going to need a little something-something to help with the, uh, you know, gravity, but we can make it work. Shit. What if Mrs. Bauman is the agent?”

“Really?”

“Think about it, Sloane. She always happens to pop up when I’m either compromised or half-naked.”

“I think that says more about you than it does our elderly neighbor.”

“I bet her walking that tiny prehistoric dog—which I’m convinced is some kind of wingless pterodactyl—is her doing surveillance. She’s probably got all kinds of explosives hidden in her housedress. Have you seen how ginormous the pockets are?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am I, Sloane? Am I really?”

“Yes.”

“Fine, but when she springs out at you like the wrinkly ninja she is and tries to strangle you with her hairnet, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I bet those rollers are actually grenades.”

“Stop talking.”


Copyright © 2017 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press.

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THIRDS Thursday – 8/17/17

Prompt: I did a poll on Facebook asking who readers would like the next flash fiction story to feature, with the runners up getting the following THIRDS Thursday. We had Austen and Zach for the last three weeks. This week it’s Taylor and Angel! Happy reading!


Part One

“Angel?”

It was finally happening.

Herrera.

Angel’s head snapped up, and he realized he hadn’t heard a word of what Seb had said. He gave Seb a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Boss.”

“No problem,” Seb said, his expression turning concerned. “You okay? You’ve been kind of spaced out today.”

Angel nodded, his thumbnail between his teeth.

“Then why is your leg bouncing?”

Angel looked down at his leg as if just noticing it. Crap. He put a hand to his knee, stilling himself. “I’m fine. It’s just….”

Seb leaned in, his tone quiet. “He’s going to be fine.”

“What? No. Who?” Angel straightened. How did Seb…? There was no way Seb knew. Angel hadn’t been that obvious. Had he? Shit, what if he had? It wasn’t like he talked to Taylor around his coworkers. It was always when he was home, or on his own in one of the sleeper bays. After months of only being able to talk to his best friend on the phone, Angel was finally getting to see Taylor.

“I know you’ve been worried about him,” Seb said. “We all have. But you’re closer to him than any one of us, so I know this has been really hard on you.” Seb finished his coffee, and sat up, smiling at him. “He should be here soon. Why don’t you go upstairs and wait for him?”

“Thanks,” Angel replied, grateful to Seb who headed off.

Usually Angel sat with his team in the canteen during break, but today he’d wanted to be on his own, so he’d stayed back, and decided to take his break later. As if sensing his anxious state, Seb had appeared with a big grin and two lattes, one for Angel, and one for himself. He hadn’t talked, just kept him company, and it had somehow helped soothe Angel. It was strange that a tiger Therian of Seb’s size could comfort with his presence alone. Seb could be intimidating as hell, and sometimes he could be an asshole, but mostly he was a great guy who really cared. He was firm, but fair. Angel respected the hell out of him. It was Seb who’d sat Angel down and told him the truth of what had happened to Taylor.

Angel still couldn’t believe it. He’d heard of TIN. Who hadn’t? He’d just never come close to anyone associated with TIN. It wasn’t like their operatives introduced themselves or went around flashing badges. He knew they were out there, knew what the agency’s missions statement was, but that was the extent of it.

It had shocked the hell out of Angel when he’d been informed Taylor had been taken to a TIN facility after he’d attacked Sloane and Dex. Hearing from Seb what General Moros had done to Taylor broke Angel’s heart, and all these months later he was still furious about it. It was a good thing Moros was dead, because if not, Angel would have made the bastard pay for what he’d done. Seb had been honest, letting Angel know he couldn’t give him all the details, and Angel understood. It was obvious this whole mess was bigger than him. All that mattered was Taylor, and Angel had almost cried when he heard Taylor’s voice. It had been rough, low, filled with pain, and at the same time, relief. He’d been happy to hear Angel’s voice.

What started out as one phone call had turned into a daily occurrence. They’d given Taylor his own phone, and Angel would text him to let him know when he could talk, and they did. They talked about everything any anything. Taylor wanted to know everything about his day, from what he had for breakfast to what case he was working on. Whenever Angel’s phone rang, and his screen showed “unknown caller” Angel’s heart would skip a beat.

As the months went by, Taylor grew more and more desperate to get back to his life, and Angel grew more and more desperate to see him. Some days were especially hard, because Taylor would sound distant, or not completely present, and Angel worried about the tests they were running on him. He couldn’t understand why it was all taking so long. Even Dex admitted he was worried because of how long it was taking TIN to clear and release Taylor. Angel lost count of the months. And now, he was finally back.

Angel had wandered up to Unit Alpha without even thinking about it. He absently walked into his empty office, only to discover it wasn’t so empty.

“Hey.”

Angel stared at the man sitting at his desk.

“Ellis?”

Taylor’s soft smile reached his hazel eyes. They were glassy as he stood, and he took a step toward Angel. He stopped, looking uncertain, and almost… shy.

“Hi, Angel.”

Angel didn’t think about it. He crossed the distance between them in two strides, threw his arms around Taylor, and hugged him close. When Taylor’s arms wrapped around Angel’s waist, and he buried his face in Angel’s neck, Angel closed his eyes, a tear escaping to roll down his cheek.

“I’m so damn happy you’re here,” Angel said, his voice rough with emotion.

“I know everyone’s waiting for me in the bullpen, but I wanted to see you first. I had to see you first. God, I missed you.”

That was the exact moment Angel knew he was in trouble.


Part Two next week. Copyright © 2017 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS Published by Dreamspinner Press.

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THIRDS Thursday – 8/10/17

I did a poll on Facebook asking who readers would like the next flash fiction story to feature. Austen and Zach won by a landslide. We had part two last week, so here’s part three! Happy reading!


Part Three

“Please, just try.”

Austen was going to snap at Zach to fuck off when Zach held the mug out to him again. Oh, he meant the tea. Damn it, he was doing the pouty lip thing again. That shouldn’t work on a guy of Zach’s size. He shouldn’t be able to pull off sweet and vulnerable. With a grumble, Austen took the mug.

“Fine. If it’ll get you off my back.” He wrinkled his nose, and braced himself as he took a sip of the steaming hot liquid. It was surprisingly not revolting. Not willing to admit it, Austen didn’t speak, just sipped the tea. Zach sat there, smiling at him. Christ. Now what? Who smiled at nothing? Except maybe Dex, but Austen had stopped trying to figure the guy out years ago. What was Zach’s deal? Austen finished his tea, and put the mug on the table.

“Listen, I appreciate you doing Sloane a solid by accepting to babysit me, but I’m fine. I’ve had worse.”

Zach nodded, and stood. He walked over to the coffee table and picked up the mug. “I’ll heat up some soup for you in a bit. You should rest.” He walked off, and Austen stared after him.

What the hell just happened? Clearly, he was being too subtle. Zach returned, and took a seat on the couch.

“You need to go.”

Zach tilted his head. “Why?”

“Because I don’t need babysitting.”

“I agree,” Zach said.

Austen peered at him. “And yet you’re still here.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Oh, my fucking hell,” Austen said with a groan.

“You curse a lot.”

“Yes. Yes, I fucking curse a lot. All the fucking time. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Why?”

“Why do I….” Austen leaned in, eyes narrowed. “Because you’re annoying me, that’s why. I swear on my much beloved nads that if you say “why” one more time, I’m going to punch you in the face.”

“No, you’re not,” Zach replied matter of fact.

Austen arched an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Zach nodded, a smile spreading across his stupidly handsome face as he made himself comfortable. He stretched his long jean-clad legs out in front of him. His brown leather biker boots probably weighed more than Austen. He laced his fingers on his flat stomach, the long-sleeved T-shirt straining over his bulging biceps. Jesus, did the guy not own shirts that fit? Austen would bet if he wrapped his hands around Zach’s bicep, his fingers wouldn’t touch.

“Hey,” Zach said softly, grabbing Austen’s attention.

Austen moved his gaze up to Zach’s face, and the knowing smile. Shit. He’d totally just been busted checking Zach out. Feeling his cheeks burning up, Austen threw his blanket over his head, and keeled over. He curled up on himself, his voice muffled under the blanket.

“Get out.”

“Nope.”

Dammit. What the hell? Maybe if he just stayed under his blanket, Zach would go away. “I don’t—”

“Need a babysitter,” Zach said gently. “I know. I’m not here to babysit you, I’m here to offer support. That’s what friends do.”

Austen’s heart skipped a beat, and he cursed himself for being such a dork. “We’re not friends.” He felt a hand on his head, and gasped. As soon as the shock wore off he hissed.

“We could be.” Zach’s tone was soft, and hopeful.

For crying out loud. Cut me a break, will you? “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Austen muttered, curling up in a tighter ball. He swatted at Zach’s hand from under the blanket. Why wouldn’t Zach take the hint? They shouldn’t be friends. Being friends with Zach would mean getting closer, and Austen couldn’t do that. Not with Zach. Why did Zach even care? Austen had never been anything but a pain in the guy’s ass. Why did he keep coming back for more? Man, he was suddenly feeling tired. It was going to physically pain him to say the word, but he’d try anything at this point. “Please, go away.”

The hand moved away, and Austen stilled. The couch shifted, and he listened out for the door. Nothing. How could a bear Therian be so quiet? No creaking floorboards, heavy footsteps, nothing. Austen tugged his blanket down his face, and he found himself nose to nose with Zach.

“Holy crap!” Austen scrambled back until he was practically inside the couch cushions. “What the hell?” he growled.

Zach chuckled warmly, his amber eyes bright and filled with amusement. He was crouched in front of the couch where Austen had been curled up.

“You’re kind of jumpy.”

“No shit. That’ll happen when someone stick’s their nose in your face.” Okay, he’d had enough. He threw off his blanket, jumped off the couch, and the room spun. Flailing, he prepared to kiss the floor when he landed against something soft. He blinked up at Zach. For fuck’s sake. Again? Why did he keep ending up in this guy’s arms?

Zach’s brow furrowed as he looked down at Austen now cradled in his arms. He placed the back of his hand to Austen’s brow. “I think you have a fever.”

Somewhere in Austen’s head was a smartass remark, but suddenly he felt drained, achy, and sleepy. “I hate this,” Austen mumbled, closing his eyes.

“What’s that?” Zach asked, sitting down cross-legged. Austen opened his eyes, and Zach pulled the blanket off the couch. He covered Austen up to his chin, his strong arms around Austen as he shivered, both from his fever, and from being in Zach’s arms. He didn’t want to be there, didn’t want to feel safe, or comfortable. Too close. Too warm. Too… perfect.

“Being weak.”

“You’re not weak,” Zach said gently, but firmly. “You’re just not feeling well. We can’t be at our best all the time, no matter how strong we are. It’s okay to lean on someone. On me.”

Austen was so cold, and Zach was so warm. He turned into Zach, curling up against him, and burying his face against Zach’s chest, mumbling. “This doesn’t change anything.” He just needed a moment to recharge, that was all. Soon as the room stopped spinning, he’d tell Zach to leave, and go back to being a miserable jerk.

“I know,” Zach replied quietly.

Was that a smile he heard in Zach’s voice?

“Just this once,” Austen said, his body feeling heavy. “Then you go home.”

“After soup.”

Austen sighed. “Fine. After soup.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Don’t—” Yawn. “Tell me what to do,” Austen huffed as he tried to stay awake. Zach’s hand came to rest on his head, large fingers slipping into Austen’s hair, stroking, comforting. Austen would have swatted his hand away, but that would mean moving. He made a noise he was pretty sure conveyed his annoyance.

Just this once.


Copyright © 2017 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS Published by Dreamspinner Press.

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THIRDS Thursday – 7/27/17

I did a poll on Facebook asking who readers would like the next flash fiction story to feature. Austen and Zach won by a landslide. So here you go! Happy reading!


Part One

He felt like crap.

Damn it. TIN operatives weren’t supposed to get sick. He knew this was coming. The second that douchebag had sneezed on him, he knew. Did henchmen not get paid sick days? The dude should have been at home, not at work infecting everyone with his germs. Granted, he’d tried to stab Austen, and that would have been far more inconvenient than contracting the mutant bug he’d been fighting for days. He’d tried to power through it, but the second Sparks heard his voice, she benched him. When she asked him about his flu shot, he cringed. He’d totally forgot. After she stopped breathing deeply though her nose—he could practically see her nostrils flaring—she asked him what medication he was taking. Apparently “whiskey” was the wrong answer. Then she went and narced on him to Sloane!

As if it wasn’t bad enough he was feeling like sludge, he had to deal with Sloane’s fussing, and Dex’s meddling. They were driving him batshit crazy with their mothering. Drink this, rub this there, inhale this, take that, get some rest. Did they not know who he was or what he did for a living? It was the flu, not freakin’ ebola. He made to get up off the couch, and the world spun off its axis, bringing him crashing back down.

“Fuck. This. Shit,” he grumbled against his pillow. Colds and flus are what mortals got, not TIN operatives. “This is bullshit.” Damn it, he had to get better.

Dex’s bachelor party was less than a month away, and for some ridiculous reason, he’d RSVP’d when he’d gotten the invite from Cael. What the hell was he doing going to a bachelor party? Especially since he knew a certain someone else had been invited as well. Just what he needed. It’s like the universe was purposefully fucking with him. Every time he thought he had a handle on things where Zach was concerned, some asshole, or some blue-eyed menace was determined to undo all his hard work.

Austen rolled onto his back, cocooning himself in the thick fleece blanket Sloane had brought him. He was fucking freezing, and the heating was on. He glared up at the ceiling. It had been odd at first, being in Sloane’s apartment, even after Austen filled it with his belongings. Gone were Sloane’s wall to wall shelves of books, and movies, the living room set and coffee tables. Austen’s space was sparsely furnished. An old habit. He’d spent most of his life moving around from one place to another. When he’d started working for TIN, he was earning enough to buy himself a home, but Austen had yet to find a place he felt he could call home.

This was the longest he’d ever held onto a place. Nearly two years. Fuck. He’d had Sloane’s place for almost two years, being extra vigilant, making damn sure no one even got close to figuring out he was here. The place was still under Sloane’s name, and the tenant an alias, one with an entire life, a busy guy who travelled a lot for business, so he was rarely home. Austen had also installed a ton of security.

Behind a picture frame by the door was a security panel that opened a section of the wall, revealing a high-tech display. With his handprint, or the right clearance, the wall opened, revealing several screens and security footage of the apartment building. There was a digital keypad, and typing in a sequence of numbers would open a section of the living room wall opposite the bookcase filled with all kinds of equipment and weapons. He had no idea what had possessed him to do that, but for the first time in his life, he felt a sense of calm when he got back to this apartment.

The alarm beeped, and there was a click. Austen groaned. The thought of two sexy male nurses would have put a smile on anyone’s face, except these two were determined to crush his libido, acting like a couple of big brothers, making him disgusting tasting tea, making sure he took his antibiotics, making him chicken soup, and patting his head like he was twelve. Two dopey faces smiled down at him from over the back of the couch.

“Hey there,” Sloane greeted.

“Aw,” Dex crooned. “He looks like an angry little caterpillar spinning a cocoon. Soon he’ll emerge as a deadly little Felid.”

Austen narrowed his eyes at Dex. “I want to seriously hurt you right now.”

“And I’m going to make you some of Darla’s special tea,” Dex replied, booping Austen’s nose. Austen snapped his teeth, but Dex moved his hand away.

“Flu’s making you slow,” Dex said with a chuckle as he walked off.

“Bite me, Daley,” Austen called out after him.

Sloane laughed softly. He came around the couch, and Austen slowly sat up. Man, his head was killing him.

“So,” Sloane said, fidgeting in front of Austen. “Dex and I have a bunch of appointments with Lou today for the wedding. Of course, if you need anything, you call us. We’ll be back tonight to check in on you.”

Austen peered at him. What wasn’t Sloane spitting out? “Just say it.”

“I um… well, we decided someone should be here with you, to you know, help out.”

Austen’s eyes widened, and he stared up at Sloane. “Don’t you fucking say it.”

Sloane cringed. “Zach’s on his way.”

It took Austen a moment for the fog in his brain to clear enough for Sloane’s words to make their way through. Zach. Coming here. It was either the fever making his blood boil, or he was just fucking livid. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You’re angry,” Sloane stated.

“No shit. Yes, I’m angry. No, scratch that. I’m fucking furious. He shouldn’t be coming here. Fuck, now he knows where I live! You’ve painted a huge fucking target on his back!”

Dex arched an eyebrow at him as he entered the living room. “Weren’t you the one who said Zach’s been under surveillance for a while now? That TIN’s keeping him safe? Besides, Zach can look after himself. You seem to keep forgetting he’s a THIRDS agent. And a fucking huge-ass bear Therian.”

“Yeah, in fucking Unit Beta. Those guys play defense. It’s their job to look fucking huge and scary as shit so their opponents back down without a fight. They’re the guys you bring in for crowd control, to escort dignitaries, and play bodyguard. Do I look like fucking Whitney Houston to you? I don’t need a bodyguard.” He’d bet his spots this had been Daley’s idea. The guy was so fucking annoying!

“No, but you need a friend,” Sloane said softly.

Austen’s eyebrows shot up near his hairline. “The fuck just came out of your mouth, Brodie?”

These two were unbelievable. Why couldn’t they get it through their thick skulls? Austen didn’t want Zach anywhere near him. He was trying to protect the guy, keep him away from all the grime, and fucked up shit surrounding Austen, and not all of it related to his job. Zach deserved someone good, and sweet, and fucking perfect, not a broken Felid that spooked at the mere thought of more with someone. Happily ever after was something that happened to guys like Sloane and Dex. Not Austen. He had nothing to give. No. He wasn’t going to be a sucker. He wasn’t going to get his hopes up only be tossed aside. There was no way he would ever, ever let Osmond Zachary near his heart.


Part Two next week. Copyright © 2017 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS Published by Dreamspinner Press.

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Shenanigans and Updates

Hello, all! I’ve been deep in my writing cave for the last few weeks finishing up the final book in the North Pole City Tales series, plus working on edits, writing, and several other things. I figured it was time for an update. At the moment I’m working on the last book in the main THIRDS series, book 10, which I’m super excited about. We’re sending these fellas off into their new series with a bang! Plus I’m super excited about an awesome event we’re cooking up for this book, so stay tuned for that.

Gummy Bears & Grenades (Dex’s bachelor party novella) has been contracted by Dreamspinner Press, and it’s just entered the editing stage. It’s due for release in October in eBook, and that’s when we plan to release the Thick & Thin | Gummy Bears & Grenades paperback combo, for all the folks who were waiting for Thick & Thin on paperback.

Like I said, Gummy Bears & Grenades is the bachelor party. It takes place between books 9 and 10. There’s some interesting developments, but you do not need to read it in order to understand book 10. It’s a fun little side story filled with shenanigans, romance, sexy-times, and a few new revealing truths. Also there’s a giant bear costume and grenades involved.

The final book in the North Pole City Tales series, book 6, has been contracted by Dreamspinner Press. This is Dasher and the King of Frost. There’s also a plan to release a paperback combo. More on that soon.

As some of you may know, I’ll be attending GRL this year. I’m super excited to be seeing everyone again. More on my GRL plans soon.

Here’s the tentative release schedule (subject to change). This is providing everything goes according to schedule and I can get the final THIRDS book completed by its deadline.

Aug – The Foxling Soldati (Soldati Hearts, Book 2)
Sept – Finding Mr. Wrong (Dreamspun Desires)
Oct – Gummy Bears & Grenades (Thick & Thin | Gummy Bears & Grenades paperback)
Nov – THIRDS Book 10
Dec – North Pole City Tales Book 6

I think that’sit for now, but with all these upcoming releases there will be all kinds of fun events happening, so be sure to check back to find out what shenanigans we have in store!

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THIRDS Thursday – 5/25/17

Prompt: In Darkest Hour Before Dawn we learn Darla has a new beau. Can we see Calvin and Ethan having dinner with Darla and her new man? Also, Dex gets himself invited.


PART THREE (Read Part One here. Read Part Two here.)

“You better be a figment of my imagination, Daley, or I’m going to dropkick you right here,” Calvin hissed, clearly trying his best to be quiet. Ethan could hear Darla, Sloane, and Armel talking from somewhere near the kitchen. Most likely the dining room. Ethan readied himself in case he needed to stop his boyfriend from committing murder.

Dex blinked innocently at Calvin. “Is that any way to speak to one of your mother’s dinner guests? Where’s that famous Southern hospitality?”

“Hospitality? How about I show you to a hospital instead? Admit it, you got yourself invited,” Calvin said, poking Dex in the chest. “How did you even get here before us?”

“I have a muscle car, lights, and a siren. Also, it’s me.” Dex winked at Calvin before stepping aside. “I make magic happen.”

“You make something happen all right, and it ain’t magic,” Calvin growled, stomping past Dex who just chuckled. Ethan stepped inside, and Dex patted his chest.

“Hey, big guy.” Dex grinned wide, and Ethan groaned. He put his hands together in prayer. Dex gasped in mock hurt. “I’m appalled you think I would cause trouble for my dear, sweet friend. Especially while at his mom’s house for dinner. With her new boyfriend. Did I mention Calvin’s mom has a boyfriend? Who’s here. At dinner. With all of us.”

Ethan covered his face with his hands. Oh, God. Why? Why me? He perked up. Sloane. Sloane was here. Someone sane who could help Ethan contain the crazy. He headed for the dining room when his phone buzzed. It was a text.

#Band-Aids

Ethan quickly shot off a text in reply. #Band-AidsDon’tWorkOnBulletHoles

Dex cackled as he walked past Ethan and into the dining room where Darla was hugging Calvin. She kissed Calvin’s temple. “Hi, baby. I’m so happy you and Ethan could make it.”

“Of course, Mom.”

Darla squeezed him again, before holding her arms open for Ethan. With a big smile, Ethan walked into her embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, mindful not to squeeze too hard. She was a tiny thing compared to him, even smaller than Ethan’s mom.

“Hi, honey.” She pulled back, and he leaned in to give her cheek a kiss.

“It’s good to see you, Ethan.”

Ethan turned to Armel who came to stand beside Darla. He held his hand out to Ethan who shook it. Ethan had to give Armel credit. When he’d first met Ethan, he treated Ethan just like he did everyone else, and never asked Ethan about his Selective Mutism. Ethan was sure Darla had spoken to him about it, but Ethan appreciated that Armel didn’t once look at him any different. As a bear Therian, he was huge, beefy, quiet, and looked pretty intimidating, but he had kind eyes, and when he was around Darla, he looked at her like she was the most amazing woman he’d ever known. It was sweet. Which was why Ethan really hoped Calvin would give the poor guy a chance. For Darla’s sake.

Armel turned to Calvin, his expression softening. “Hi, Cal.”

Calvin nodded. “Hi.”

This wasn’t the first dinner Calvin and Ethan were having with Darla and Armel, but things were still awkward. Ethan wished there was something he could do, but Calvin was quiet and reserved, and Armel was clearly letting Calvin set the pace.

“Well,” Darla said, clearing her throat. “Why don’t we all sit down before dinner gets cold?”

Ethan looked at Dex and wrinkled his nose. Where’s Sloane?

Dex mouthed the word bathroom and Ethan nodded.

Sloane returned just then and waved to Ethan and Calvin. “Hey, guys.” He gave Calvin an apologetic smile before tilting his head in Dex’s direction.

Calvin narrowed his eyes at Dex as he took a seat across from him at the table. Ethan sat across Sloane, and Armel pulled out the chair next to Calvin’s so Darla could sit beside her son. She thanked him, her cheeks going rosy. Armel sat next to her at the head of the table, and Calvin stiffened beside Ethan. It was the first time Armel had sat there, but then when it had just been the four of them, Armel and Darla had sat across from them. Ethan understood Calvin’s reaction. No one had sat in that chair in a very long time, and Calvin had grown up around Ethan’s family where Ethan’s dad always sat at the head of the table. Ethan looked to Dex.

You have to do something.

Calvin opened his mouth to speak when Dex jumped in.

“My Gosh, Darla, this all looks so amazing,” Dex said excitedly, his grin stretching from ear to ear. Calvin’s narrowed gaze locked on Dex.

“Thank you, sweetheart. There’s plenty more in the kitchen. I even made you a pecan pie to take home.”

Dex gasped. He held a hand to his heart. “You’re just the best.”

Armel brought Darla’s hand to his lips for a kiss. “Isn’t she?”

Darla giggled, and Ethan bit down on his bottom lip. They were adorable. Calvin elbowed Ethan, and Ethan cleared his throat.

“We should eat,” Calvin said. “Ethan and I have an early shift tomorrow.”

Ethan frowned. No, we don’t. Calvin elbowed him again, and Ethan turned to him. What? Stop elbowing me. Calvin arched an eyebrow at him. Oh! Ethan looked at Darla and nodded. Yes, we have an early shift.

“Do we?” Dex turned to Sloane. “I can’t remember. If only we had someone who… I don’t know, posted our schedules. Like, a Team Leader of some sort.” Dex put a finger to his lips. “Hm.” His eyes widened. “Oh, wait! We have a Team Leader right here. Well, I’ll be damned, it’s our Team Leader.” Dex grinned wide at Sloane. “Hey, agent Brodie. Do we have an early shift tomorrow?”

Ethan gaped at Dex. The guy had a death wish. It was the only thing that could explain what the holy hell Dex was doing.

“Um….” Sloane looked from Dex to Calvin, cringed, then turned his attention back to Dex, his expression pained. “No, we don’t have an early shift tomorrow.”

Dex beamed at Calvin, ignoring the murderous laser beam stare Calvin was pointing in his direction. “Looks like we’re good, Cal.” Dex handed Calvin one of the dishes. “Sweet potato casserole?”

“Thanks,” Calvin replied through a toothy grin, taking the dish from him.

Dex turned to a puzzled looking Armel. “Hey, coach. Mind passing the smothered pork chops? They look mouthwatering.”

Coach?

Calvin kicked at Dex under the table, and Sloane jumped with a curse.

“Honey, you okay?” Darla asked Sloane, concerned.

“Yeah, sorry. I um, bit the inside of my cheek.”

Dex chuckled, his knowing gaze on Calvin. “Don’t you just hate it when that happens?”

Oh, God. Sloane was peering at Calvin, Calvin was glaring at Dex, Dex was playing Jenga with his food judging by the amount he was stacking on his plate, Armel was staring wide-eyed at Dex, and Darla was cheerfully oblivious as she served Calvin.

“Dex loves his food,” Darla told Armel. “I had that same look on my face the first time he came over for dinner.”

“That’s a Therian-sized portion you got there, son.”

Dex winked at Armel. “Got me a Therian-sized appetite.”

Everyone filled up on Darla’s delicious food. She really was the best cook. Dex, Sloane, Darla, and Armel talked as they ate, while Calvin remained grumpy, and Ethan tried to get him to lighten up to no avail.

“The secret to Cal here, Armel,” Dex began, and Ethan braced himself, “is this. He’s like a Tootsie Roll Pop. You need to get past all the hard candy to get to the gooey center.”

Ethan almost choked on his food. He quickly swallowed, and guzzled down nearly an entire glass of water. Had Dex lost his ever-loving mind?

“Dex,” Calvin warned through his teeth.

“See. That’s the hard candy shell talking.” Dex took a big bite of biscuit, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just don’t play ZZ Top around him. He gets all weird about it.”

Calvin jumped from his chair. “Can I speak with you in private for a moment?”

“Of course. I always have time for you, buddy.” Dex patted Sloane’s shoulder, and followed Calvin out of the dining room. Ethan quickly followed, hearing Sloane tell Armel not to pay any attention to them, that they were always like that.

 Calvin marched into his old bedroom, and Dex followed, with Ethan right behind, the door closed, and Calvin rounded on Dex, but Dex was quicker.

“You’re being an asshat.”

Calvin gaped at him. “I’m being an asshat. You—”

“You need to stop being a selfish dick and think about your mom.”

“I am thinking about her.” Calvin narrowed his eyes at Dex. “How exactly does my looking out for her translate to being a dick?”

“Have you thought that maybe your mom is lonely? That maybe she wants someone to love her?”

Calvin was indignant. “Lonely? Love her? She has a whole family that loves her!”

“Come on, Cal. She’s a beautiful woman. Maybe she wants someone to hold her close, someone who’ll make her feel cherished. You’ve talked about how she’s never had any luck with guys. How they’ve all been assholes. Maybe this time, she’s found the guy for her. You’ve seen how happy she looks.” Dex took a seat on the edge of Calvin’s old bed.

“It’s not easy, you know? After what my dad put us through? Put her through?”

“I get it. I do.”

“Do you?” Calvin folded his arms over his chest. “Because from what I hear, John was the perfect dad, and the Sarge? Come on. The guy would walk through fucking fire for you and Cael. My father? He beat the shit out of me and my mom. He didn’t give a fuck about us. After he was gone, it was one asshole after another. They always started out like they were nice guys. Telling her they were different, pretending like we were all going to be this happy family, and in the end, they were just as bad as my dad. They’d get her hopes up, and then treat her like garbage.” Calvin sniffed, and wrinkled his nose. Ethan knew it was to keep his emotions at bay. He wrapped an arm around Calvin’s shoulders. “She deserves better.”

“You’re right. About everything. I’m lucky. I know that. But it’s different now. You’re not a scared little kid anymore, Cal. You’re a fucking sniper for the THIRDS. You really think some asshole is going to dare lay a finger on your mom to hurt her knowing you and your whole damn family of trained agents will be on him so fast he’ll get whiplash? It’s not just you and your mom anymore. You’ve got us, the entire Hobbs clan, Destructive Delta, and everyone who knows you. We all have your back.”  Dex walked over to Calvin, and put his hand on Calvin’s shoulder.

“I’ve been in the same room with the guy for one evening, and I can see how badly he wants this to work. Give him a chance. For your mom. I know trust doesn’t come easy for you, and our jobs doesn’t make that any easier, but you gotta try, man.”

Calvin seemed to think about it. After several heartbeats where Ethan realized he was holding his breath, Calvin let out a heavy sigh.

“You’re right. I’m being a dick. She obviously really likes Armel. I should be more supportive.”

Dex patted Calvin on the back as he led him from the room. “And if you need anything at all. You just say the word.”

“Thanks,” Calvin replied, smiling for the first time that evening. “By the way….”

“What?” Dex asked before Calvin punched him in the balls. Ethan cringed as Dex went down onto his knees cupping himself. “What the hell?” Dex wheezed.

“That’s for bringing up ZZ Top at the dinner table.”

Ethan went to help Dex up, but Dex waved a hand, his eyes shut tight. “I’m okay,” he whispered hoarsely. “The boys just ran for cover, but they’ll be back. Sweet baby Jesus.” He groaned. “I’m okay. Just, give me a minute.”

Ethan nodded. He followed Calvin into the dining room.

“Sorry about that,” Calvin said, smiling brightly. He kissed his mom’s cheek. “Thanks for dinner, mom. It’s fantastic.” He turned his attention to Armel. “Thanks for coming, Armel.”

Armel blinked in surprise then quickly recovered. His smile was huge. “My pleasure, cal.”

Sloane looked from Calvin to Ethan and back. “Where’s Dex?”

“Oh, you might want to check on him,” Calvin said, looking concerned. “He had to go to the bathroom, and then he said something about having…” Calvin motioned to his groin and whispered loudly, “a burning sensation in his nether region.”

Sloane quickly got up, and left the dining room. Ethan shook his head, and tried his best not to laugh. He almost felt sorry for Dex. Almost. Ooh! Ethan pulled out his phone, and sent off a text.

#Hydrocortisone

Ethan snickered. His phone buzzed, and he checked the text, clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle his gasp.

“You okay?” Calvin asked Ethan. Ethan nodded, and Calvin went back to talking to Darla and Armel. Dex was insane. Ethan glanced down at the text again. Well, at least no one could say family dinners were boring.

#SexytimesInYourFriendsOldBedroom


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THIRDS Thursday – 5/11/17

Prompt: In Darkest Hour Before Dawn we learn Darla has a new beau. Can we see Calvin and Ethan having dinner with Darla and her new man? Also, Dex gets himself invited.


PART ONE

“Tell me again why I’m doing this?” Calvin grumbled for the hundredth time as he held up two shirts in front of him. He’d been at this for hours. Ethan didn’t mind. It meant he got to ogle his boyfriend in various stages of undress from several angles. This was shirt number twelve. Or was it thirteen? No, twelve. Maybe. Ethan lost count.

“Because it will make your mom happy,” Ethan replied, smiling big when Calvin turned to peer at him.

Calvin let out a sound of disgust, and tossed the two shirts onto the growing pile at the foot of the bed. He headed back to his side of the closet in search of more options. A few months ago, they decided to knock down the wall that separated their bedrooms. After some heavy remodeling, they turned their two-person bachelor pad into a home they shared as a couple. It was strange how so much had changed, yet stayed the same. His relationship with Calvin hadn’t changed as much as he’d thought, and where it had changed, it was all good changes. Sometimes he still freaked out about messing up, but Calvin was always there to reassure him, just as he’d always been. Sometimes it caught him off guard, how much he loved Calvin. He’d always loved him, but now it was a different kind of love. The kind that had Ethan getting lost in his boyfriend’s profile when they were watching TV together. Or how Ethan sought Calvin’s touch, how he itched to have his hands on Calvin whenever he was near, even if it was just the two of them at home.

Ethan loved their apartment. It was big and roomy, yet had a warm cozy feel to it. They kept Ethan’s bed instead of Calvin’s since it was Therian size and had the best mattress ever. Even with Ethan’s weight on it, it didn’t sink which meant Calvin wouldn’t end up rolling down any inclines and getting crushed under Ethan when Ethan turned in his sleep. Ooh! Ethan slyly removed his phone from his pocket and shot off a quick text to Dex about Therian mattress woes and ended it with hashtag Therian problems.

“Are you and Dex still having your little Human/Therian problems hashtag battle?”

So much for being sly.

Ethan shrugged. It was fun. Though now he knew better than to open a text from Dex during a briefing. Maddock was so not impressed, though Ethan had gotten off lucky since their sarge knew exactly who was responsible for Ethan bursting into laughter in the middle of a talk on avoiding fleas. Ooh! He had another one. Hashtag fleas.

“Are you paying attention?”

Ethan nodded. Personally, he thought Calvin looked good in everything, but Calvin wasn’t having any of it. He was too worked up, and had been steadily getting worse since Darla announced she and Armel Kearney were dating.

Armel seemed like a nice guy, and whenever Ethan saw him with Darla he was always sweet and polite. It was early days, but Calvin was taking no chances. The second Darla told him about Armel, Calvin had run the bear Therian’s name through Themis and every international database Themis was connected to. Armel came back squeaky clean. Not even a parking ticket.

After that, Calvin contacted the college where Armel had coached football before he retired. Not one bad thing was said about the guy, not from staff member or student. Calvin had followed the guy’s career way back, talking to everyone he could. Everyone said the same thing. That Armel was a great guy.

“It’s just not possible.”

Ethan studied Calvin as another two shirts were judged.

“What’s not possible?” Ethan asked.

“Armel. There has to be something.”

Ethan got up off the bed, and walked over to Calvin. He took the shirts from him and placed them on the bed before turning to take Calvin’s hand. With a warm smile, Ethan sat, spreading his knees so Calvin could stand between them. His boyfriend was being all pouty and miserable and stubborn. He was adorable.

“Why does there have to be something?” Ethan drew his partner close, ignoring Calvin’s grunt, and wrapped his arms around Calvin’s waist. “Maybe, just maybe, he might be a genuinely good guy.”

Calvin snorted. “Right.”

Maybe it was time to distract his partner for a little bit. Otherwise Calvin would be here all night trying to find something to wear, and they had to be at Darla’s for dinner in less than two hours.

Ethan traced Calvin’s spine with his fingers, loving the feel of Calvin’s soft skin and the way Calvin shivered involuntarily. Smiling, Ethan slid his other hand around Calvin’s side to his abdomen. Calvin inhaled sharply, his big blue eyes darkening.

“What are you doing?”

Ethan leaned in and brushed his lips over Calvin’s, trailing his fingers up from Calvin’s spine to the back of his neck to hold him in place.

“Distracting you,” Ethan said, his voice husky and laced with promise. “Is it working?”

Calvin opened his mouth to reply, and Ethan pounced, grabbing Calvin, turning, and throwing him onto the bed. Calvin yelped before he ended up under Ethan.

“Jesus, Ethan. What are you—”

Ethan kissed Calvin, Calvin’s smaller frame pinned beneath Ethan’s much bigger, heavier body. Calvin moaned into Ethan’s mouth, and when Ethan came up for air, he smiled at Calvin’s flushed cheeks. He loved that he did that to Calvin. Made him blush, got him all flustered.

“Where something blue. It makes your eyes really pop.”

Calvin nodded, dazed. He ran his hands up Ethan’s arms. “I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?”

“Maybe just a teeny bit,” Ethan said, chuckling when Calvin playfully smacked his arm.

“You’re not supposed to agree with me.”

Ethan laughed and kissed Calvin once more, making sure to put as much eat into it as he could. He thrust his hips against Calvin’s before moving his mouth to Calvin’s neck and nipping at his skin.

“Oh God, Ethan. I can’t show up to dinner with a boner, so you either get up off me or finish what you started.”

Ethan gave Calvin a wicked grin. Hashtag challenge accepted.


Part Two next week 5/18/17.

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS Published by Dreamspinner Press.

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THIRDS Thursday Special Event Giveaway – Have a character named after you!

Hello, THIRDS Nerds! Welcome back to THIRDS Thursday! Next week we start a special three part flash fiction story, but this week, we have a super special giveaway to kick things off. In honor of Cael throwing Dex’s bachelor party, we have a fabulous giveaway. One lucky winner will have a character named after them in Dex’s bachelor party novella! Your character will interact with Dex, Destructive Delta, and their friends during a night of Daley shenanigans.

What do you have to do to enter? Just answer the following question in the comments below: What stuffed toy scared Cael to tears when he was little? Hint: It was given to him by Tony one Christmas.

Giveaway is open internationally, and ends Friday, May 12th at 9 PM (Eastern US time). Winner will be chosen at random and announced on Saturday, May 13th here on the blog. Winner will be contacted, and I will ask you which name you would like me to name the character after. 

Teaser

Sloane turned to the only two who could possibly keep this evening progressing without incident. As soon as Cael had sent out the invites to Dex’s bachelor party, Sloane had contacted Seb and Ash, and asked them to prepare.

“All right. What contingency plans have you two put in place should any Threat Level Fuchsia scenarios arise?”

Seb and Ash glanced at each other before turning their gazes back to Sloane. Their expressions didn’t bode well. Seb spoke up first.

“When you said prepare for tonight, I thought you meant make sure your boyfriend doesn’t get so drunk he strips down to his underwear and starts dancing on the bar, or try to keep him out of jail. I didn’t realize you meant put together an emergency tactical strategy.”

Sloane pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay.” He looked up at Ash. “What about you?”

“Relax, bro. We got this.”

Sloane narrowed his eyes and leaned into Ash, sniffing him. “Have you already started drinking?”

Seb snickered, his laugh turning into a cough when Ash arched an eyebrow at him.

“No, smartass. I can handle your dorky fiancé.”

Seb didn’t even attempt not laughing. “You are so delusional, Keeler. We’re toast.”

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Darkest Hour Before Dawn Release Day and Giveaway!

Hello, all! It’s finally here! Darkest Hour Before Dawn, Book 9 in the THIRDS series is out now! Woot! I’m so very excited that we finally get Seb and Hudson’s story. I hope you all love these guys as much as I do. To celebrate their love, we’re having a Seb and Hudson goodies bag giveaway! Just check below and enter the rafflecopter giveaway for a chance to win!

Genre: Paranormal Gay Romance, Shifters
Length: Novel, 224 pages
Published: April 25, 2017
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
Ebook ISBN-13: 9781635336092
Paperback ISBN-13: 9781635336085

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THIRDS Team Leader Sebastian Hobbs and Chief Medical Examiner Hudson Colbourn are as much in love now as they were nearly seven years ago when a tragic event on the job destroyed their relationship. The two drift together only to be pulled apart time and time again. When Hudson draws the interest of dangerous enemies, both within and outside the organization, Seb wants nothing more than to protect the man who still means everything to him.

As life-and-death events, an uncertain future, and startling truths draw Hudson and Seb to each other yet again, they must make a choice: trust their love and take strength from what they share, or lose what matters most… for good this time.

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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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Charlie_Cochet_by_madison_parker150Charlie Cochet is an author by day and artist by night. Always quick to succumb to the whispers of her wayward muse, no star is out of reach when following her passion. From adventurous agents and sexy shifters, to society gentlemen and hardboiled detectives, there’s bound to be plenty of mischief for her heroes to find themselves in, and plenty of romance, too!

Currently residing in Central Florida, Charlie is at the beck and call of a rascally Doxiepoo bent on world domination. When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.

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