Cover Reveal!!

Hi all! Guess what I have? The amazingly talented Anne Cain has created the cover art for The Impetuous Afflictions of Jonathan Wolfe, and I have to admit when I opened my email and saw it, I gasped. I’m so in love with it! Not only do I love the colors and the fact that it matches the cover she created for The Auspicious Troubles of Chance, but the model… *fans self* absolutely perfect for Johnnie, right down to the tiny lift on the corner of his mouth that tells you he’s about to get into some kind of mischief.

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The Auspicious Troubles of Chance Book Cover 200 I like that you can tell they’re part of the same series without having to say so, because let’s face it, the series and books have some mega long titles. Hopefully *fingers crossed* it shouldn’t be too long before Johnnie appears on Dreamspinner’s Coming Soon page, and pre-orders should be available at GRL. I’m super excited and equally nervous! Johnnie’s book will also be my first official novel-length story and the first to be available in print!

Stay tuned to this station because there will be plenty of goodies coming up for release day!

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I Made a Thing! But…

recent news and updates150As the title of the post says, I made a thing. But… I can’t show you yet. Evil, I know. With The Impetuous Afflictions of Jonathan Wolfe (why do I pick such long titles?) coming out soon, I’ve been racking my brain trying to come up with something creative for its release. It’s been a while since I’ve had something new out that isn’t a free read. It will be almost a year actually.

Anyway, I’ve finished first round of edits (yay!), and I’ve been thinking of what to do when it comes time to promote it, especially since it deals with some tough issues. Every time I read particular snippets, I get a little teary eyed. Which of course makes me nervous, but then again, I don’t know if I’ll ever not be nervous when I have a new book out.

I’ve been creating some exclusive artwork for Johnnie’s book and getting crafty for Jack’s. Since The Heart of Frost is a holiday story, coming up with some cute promo items isn’t too difficult and I’m excited about what I’ve come up with so far. So at the moment, I’m working on any edits that come my way from both those stories, and coming up with ideas for some exciting promo bits. More to come soon!

x Charlie

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Wednesday Writing: The Impetuous Afflictions of Jonathan Wolfe – Sneaky Peek

wedwritingcc180Hello all! In celebration of my new contract, I thought I would share a special sneak peek from Johnnie’s book. Here’s an excerpt form the book where we have the fellas enjoying a nice afternoon with the Brats. This is a typical day at Hawthorne Manor, one of the quieter days, and of course a little lurve from Johnnie and Henry. Also, for those of you interested, I have an album on my Pinterest where you’ll find all sorts of inspirational images for The Auspicious Troubles of Love series.

You can check it out here: http://pinterest.com/charliecochet/the-auspicious-troubles-of-love/

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“You ate my shortcake!” Oliver squeaked, his eyes huge. I couldn’t help but laugh. Oh, this was going to be good.

“And it was sooo delicious,” Chance replied, laughing and making a run for it with Oliver bolting after him. Running past the sofa, Chance swiped up a cushion, shielding himself. “You’ll never take me alive, copper!”

“Get him!” Edmund declared, and the Brats descended on Chance. The assault was fierce, cushions from every angle.

“Aren’t you going to help him?” Henry asked me, though I noticed he said it with a shaky smile. I was rather certain he already knew my answer.

“You kidding? Watching them take him down is the best entertainment I’ve had all week.” I finished my cake and tea, enjoying the show. Though I should have known better than to think Chance wouldn’t open his big gob and ruin my fun.

“All right, I’ll talk! It was him! He did it. He said you flat-foots don’t know from nothing ‘cause you got hay for brains.”

Shit. He was pointing at me. “You lousy rat!” I jumped from my chair and made a break for it, only to have them latch onto me like rabid squirrels. I had one wrapped around each leg, arm, and Elliot had his little arms fastened around my waist holding on tight, as if he could get me to stop through will alone. I could hear Hattie and Marion giggling. Clearly, I was on my own.

Jacky put a pastry in his mouth and made like it was a cigar, his Edward G. Robinson impression faultless. “Take’ em down, boys. Show’ em what happens when you mess with the law.”

I was brought crashing down to the carpet and assaulted with cushions, one of the Brats giving me a whack on the backside that had me letting out a surprised yelp. I glared up at Gideon and the truly wicked grin on his face. He was enjoying himself far too much.

“All right, break it up.” A familiar lulling voice took on a sharp American accent and I gazed up at Henry, holding back my smile. “What’s all this now?”

“It’s the chief!” Edmund gasped, bringing all the Brats to scramble off and stand at attention. It was pretty impressive.

Henry came to stand over me, his hands on his hips. “Well, well, well. You think you can pull one over on us? Well, you’re all wet, Johnnie.”

The Brats dragged me over to the armchair. I pretended to struggle, throwing myself back into the chair as they held my arms down against the armrest. Henry marched up to me and put his finger in my face. “You got one more chance to come clean, savvy? Or it’s the big sleep for you.”

“Say, that’s pretty good,” I whispered, rather impressed with his hoodlum talk.

“Thanks. Chance has been teaching me.” He cleared his throat and pulled away, frowning deeply. “Well? What’s it gonna be?”

“Looks like you’re tripping for biscuits, copper. You ain’t getting nothin’ outta me.” I lifted my chin defiantly.

“Tough guy, ay? We’ll see how tough you are.” Henry nodded and Elliot scrambled over the armchair like a little monkey and started tickling me. I wasn’t really ticklish. Henry leaned over and whispered at Elliot. “His ribs.”

Except there.

“You fink!” That I meant. Elliot, Edmund, and Oliver started a full on tickle assault. It was shameful how quickly I surrendered under the pressure. “Wait! All right, I give. What’s it gonna cost?”

Henry turned to Gideon who narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. When his lips curled into an evil grin, I braced myself. Sure, ask the one fella who loved to torture me the most.

“A kiss,” Gideon replied with a self-satisfied smile.

My heart leapt in my throat. “What?”

“Yes,” Edmund agreed excitedly. “You have to kiss the chief!”

Henry’s mouth dropped open and his face flushed. “Honestly, lads, it’s only pretend.”

“Kiss!” The Brats chanted as they pulled me to my feet and pushed me toward poor Henry who didn’t seem to know what to do with himself.

“Yeah all right,” I grumbled, “stop shovin’.”

“Lads, really, it’s not necessary.” Henry’s polite excuses went unheeded and Chance, of course, was no help at all as he chanted along with the Brats.

“Do it!”

I swallowed hard, wondering why the hell my heart was beating so fast. It was just a little kiss, jeez Louise. Deciding I was going to be a man about this, I leaned forward, my gaze going to his lips. It was just a kiss in the name of frivolity, nothing more.

“We might make the ladies uncomfortable,” Henry said bashfully, his cheeks burning. I turned to Hattie and Marion who were also blushing.

Jacky smiled at them. “You ladies may be excused if you like.”

To my surprise, they stayed where they were and Marion waved a hand dismissively. “We don’t mind, sir.” The two looked a little starry-eyed and I could only put it down to Mrs. Whitmore and her bloody romance novels. Did the woman run some secret society I wasn’t aware of, sneaking racy books to dreamy doctors and parlor maids? Usually any staff members uncomfortable with displays of affection were free to leave the room or turn away. For some reason, Hattie and Marion were fine just where they were.

I turned back to Henry when one of the Brats bumped into me from behind. My lips opened in protest at the very moment they touched Henry’s. His breath hitched, his lips parted in a gasp, and before I knew it, my tongue was touching his. Good God…

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Well, I hope you enjoyed that excerpt. More from Johnnie, Henry, and the Brats coming soon!


Copyright © 2012-2013 Charlie Cochet. All Rights Reserved.

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We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Programs For: Squeeee!!

recent news and updatesHello all! I know today is Monday Media, but I had to postpone it to squee all over the place. The Impetuous Afflictions of Jonathan Wolfe has been contracted by Dreamspinner Press!! Woooot! So dearest, frustrating, rip-your-heart out Johnnie is the first of my fellas to tell his story in a full length novel, and his book will also be my first print book! I am so excited! Everybody Can Can!

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Wednesday Writing: The Impetuous Afflictions of Jonathan Wolfe excerpt

wedwritingccHello all! Today I thought I’d share a little excerpt from Johnnie’s book, which in keeping with the series, has been titled The Impetuous Afflictions of Jonathan Wolfe. This scene is from the second chapter where Henry is driving Johnnie to Aylesbury Market Square, and Johnnie catches Henry with another romance novel. Enjoy!

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Henry was rather quiet and I sneaked a glance over at him, my gaze going to something jutting out against his suit jacket. Lifting the hem up, I pulled out a medium sized book that had been tucked into his waistband. “What do we have here?”

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake. Jonathan, please.”

“Ooh, using Jonathan, are we? This must be exceptionally good.” I looked down at the scuffed brown cover and read the title. “Devil’s Cub.” Where did Mrs. Whitmore get these things? “What’s this one about?”

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

“I would never laugh at you. I might laugh at the book, but never at you.”

“Very well. It’s about a handsome Marquis and the saucy young woman who takes the place of her younger sister whom he planned to carry off with him to France.”

I held back a smile. “Is he a rake?”

“Of the worst sort.”

“Seducer?”

“Of course.”

“In possession of a terrible temper?”

“Naturally.”

“Drinks too much?”

Henry cast me a cheeky smile. “Don’t they always?”

“I like the fellow already.”

“I had a feeling you would,” he said with a chuckle.

“And does the lady make off with his heart?”

“What do you think?”

“I think, I might find the raciest part and read it out loud.” I started searching through the book, aware of Henry’s face having gone fiery red.

“Please don’t.”

Snapping the book shut, I took pity on him. “Why do you like reading these things?”

He shrugged and I could tell he felt embarrassed. I decided to cut him some slack.

“I suppose when you have to deal with the sort of things we do every day, it must be nice to have something you can lose yourself in, forget how terrible the world can be. Who wouldn’t want to pack it all in for adventure and romance, ay?” I tucked the book between his lower back and the seat. The rest of the ride was silent and I kept sneaking glances at Henry who was once again uncharacteristically quiet. When he pulled into the Market Square and parked in the area sectioned off for the few folks who owned cars, he turned off the engine, and simply sat there.

“Are you all right?” Had I said something wrong? I had tried my best not to stick my foot in it like I usually do. Maybe I hadn’t done as good a job of it as I thought.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Be so infuriating at times that I’m all but forced to sit on my hands to keep from strangling you, and then out of nowhere, there are moments when you are so profoundly accurate and perceptive of what I need to hear or how I feel that you leave me entirely speechless.” His expression was one of utter confusion. That made two of us.

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