Blog Archive - March 2012

4 out 5 stars from Jessewave Reviews

It's been an amazing week for reviews, with so many wonderful things being said about The Amethyst Cat Caper. I really am very excited and incredibly happy! As I've mentioned here before, this was my very first book to get picked up by a publisher, so you can imagine how nervous I've been through the whole process!

My latest review comes from Cryselle over at Jessewaves who gave the book 4 out 5 stars. Not only did Cryselle have some great things to say, but she also gave some very helpful feedback. Here's a little of what she had to say:

"Set in 1934, this novella has the gritty feel of the ‘30s, where a country still mired in the Depression remembers the high life. The noire atmosphere, with danger, double-crossing, and love comes across well... An excellent first encounter with Charlie Cochet’s writing."

You can read the full review here: The Amethyst Cat Caper Review at Jessewave Reviews


In other news, The Amethyst Cat Caper is on the bestsellers list of 'Historical America' eBooks at All Romance eBooks! The funny thing is, that for a couple of weeks, it's had this icon next to it , and I had no idea what that meant! I thought it was part of a promotion until I finally had to know, so I checked the FAQ and saw it meant that my book is an ARe bestseller! I love little surprises like that!

Wonderful Review from Guilty Pleasures and Upcoming Easter Egg Hunt!

I've had a wonderful review from Gennie over at Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews. Not only did The Amethyst Cat Caper receive 4.5 out 5 stars, but it was also given the 'Recommended Read' Award! As you can imagine, I am over the moon.

I've also had a lovely review from Jane Davitt, author of Spoken from the Heart. You can read it here.

I'm incredible chuffed to hear folks say they want to see more of Remi and Hawk! Those two fellas mean quite a bit to me, and I had originally planned on doing a series, but it also depended on whether or not there was enough interest in one. I'm so happy to see there is, and all those reader comments really go a long way in providing inspiration and motivation. With all the fantastic feedback I've gotten, I plan to add a whole lot more to the next book. More mystery, mayhem, and the newest addition to the gang-- Remi's adorable and equally mischievous younger brother, Chess (Chester Trueblood). Oh, what troubles will befall Hawk with these two cheeky Englishmen?

I'm also going to have some Amethyst Cat Caper goodies to give out in April. From the 6th to the 8th, I'll be participating in the Hoppy Easter Blog Hop hosted by The Blog Hop Spot. So if you don't have your own eBook copy of The Amethyst Cat Caper, here's your chance to win one, along with an exclusive bookmark and keyring.

I'll also be hosting my own little Easter Egg Hero Hunt (date TBA) on my blog! On the given day, Remi and Hawk will be hiding somewhere on this site. The first specified number of folks to leave a comment on the Easter Egg Hero Hunt's post that day, correctly stating where they found Remi or Hawk (1 handsome hero per person) as well as answering the easy question posted, will win some goodies. More info to come next week, so stay tuned!

x Charlie x


Lucky 7 Meme


Here are the rules:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors. (many authors participate voluntarily)

I've seen this Meme going around and it looked like fun. Especially since I could use a little breather. I've chosen to use 2 stories. One from an upcoming release: The Auspicious Troubles of Chance which is due this summer. And for my last story submission, which may or may not be contracted. (fingers crossed!)

Also, I realize there's pretty much nothing up on my site about The Auspicious Troubles of Chance, but that's because it's yet to enter the editing process and I don't really like putting up work that hasn't been looked over by someone, so you'll have to pardon any missing commas and such.This is from page 77 from line 7 and it's 7 paragraphs.

 

A little background info. This scene takes place not far from a fishing village in Agadir (a city in southwest Morocco) where the boys are awaiting their next orders. It's 1925 and our main protagonist- Chance (Chauncey) Irving, is a legionnaire in the French Foreign Legion. Alongside him is the handsome and heroic Commandant Vaillant (Jacky Valentine), and his troublesome trio of teenage misfits: Johnnie, Bobby, and Alexander. Johnnie and Chance don't exactly see eye to eye and Johnnie's had enough of Chance's bad attitude.


“You strut around here like the world owes you a goddamn favor, like you’re the only mug who’s been through hell,” Johnnie growled, his lanky body quaking with anger, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes jet-black. “Well, guess what. You ain’t so special. Look around you. Every other Joe here has trudged through his own personal river of shit just to end up here. So excuse me if I don’t get down on my knees and kiss the ground you walk on, Chauncey.

I was on my feet with a fistful of his greatcoat before he even blinked. The look on his young face, the rage and pain coming off him in waves was too raw, too familiar. I couldn’t stand to see that look anymore.

“You cocky little shit. Who the hell do you think you are? So you’ve managed not to pull the Dutch act, good for you. You don’t know from nothing, so why don’t you just fuck off and go play with your building blocks.”

Johnnie flinched before a cold look of disdain came onto his reddened face and he shoved me away, running off and leaving me rather disappointed. If the kid had pushed me into a fight, I would have been more than happy to give him one. I was riled up, my own anger flaring. What the hell did that scrawny little scrub know about pain? I ran my fingers through my hair just for the need to do something with my hands. I was worried they were shaking. Damn kid knew how to push all my buttons and I was dumb enough to let him. When I sat down, I noticed Bobby was still there, piercing me with those big blue eyes.

“What?” I barked. “You got something you wanna say?”

Bobby seemed to think about it for a second before he shook his head and started to walk after his friend.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so. Goddamn mimes say more than you do.”


Here's the second story, which was recently submitted. It's called Lost In My Waking Dream, and when I followed the instructions to the meme, you get just enough of a teaser. Mwuahaha!Of course with this one I had to choose page 7, as it's a short story and doesn't have a 77! The rest still applies. This stories a teeny bit different from the others, even though it's Historical. More to come soon, but for now, the set up is 1934, Bryant Park, Manhattan. Enjoy!


Oh shit, George. I’m close.

All I could manage was a grunt in response. Sweat dripped down the side of my face and my shirt was sticking to me under my vest. My tie felt too tight and I felt as though I was burning from the inside out. I caught a fistful of that light brown hair and pulled his head to one side, exposing his neck. I kissed, licked, and bit him, hearing his pants and moans.

George, I’m going to come! Please, say it. Tell me what I want to hear.

I heard him cry out and I snapped my hips one last time, hard. “Noah!” His name escaped me alongside my release. Collapsing onto his back, I knew what it was he wanted to hear most. As my breathing slowed, I gently rubbed my cheek against his back, refusing to open my eyes. “I believe you,” I whispered, “and… I love you.” Soft breaths caressed me as I heard him tell me he loved me, too.

After a moment, he stirred beneath me, and I reluctantly pulled away, wincing when I pulled out of him. He set his clothes to right and I did the same with mine. When he turned around—a sad smile on his face—for the slightest instant, it was Noah, and I couldn’t help but touch his cheek.

“Where is he?” Teddy asked softly, his voice shattering the last remnants of my illusion. His was a kind voice, but it wasn’t my Noah’s.

“Somewhere I can’t reach,” I replied, getting a hold of myself before I started to feel any more miserable. I had enough troubles without adding melancholia to my list of ailments.


Yes, I know, that's just mean. But rules is rules! I'll let you all know how both stories get on.

x Charlie x

This Week's News Round-Up

weekly news roundup

LiAW - The lovely Jen over at the MM Romance Group on Goodreads has updated the titles list for the LiAW event, and I must say it's impressive!

Nearly 125 titles already, followed by the list of characters. I'm happy to say both my title and characters are there. My devilishly handsome heroes you obviously know, as I've already posted about them, but can you guess which title's mine? *insert evil cackle here* Don't worry, Jen is devising a mischievous little game for you all.

Lambda Awards - Congratulations to the wonderful Eden Winters and my fellow Torquere authors for making the finalists list! Check it out here.

♥ MANtastic Fiction - Starting next week March 26, MANtastic fiction kicks off its GayRomLit 2012 Book Reading challenge! This is a pretty awesome thing they're doing and if you're going to GRL especially, you should consider taking part.

The goal is to read at least 1 story from every author attending GRL. Before you start feeling dizzy at the thought of all those pennies disappearing from your bank account, they've taken all that into consideration, so check out the site for all the info! I'm happy to say that I'm on the list! Woohoo! My week is Week 18 – 07/23-07/29

Hopefully by then I'll have even more releases for you to choose from! Stay tuned. Click here to check out the book challenge.

♥ GayRomLit - has put up their list of registered authors. Even if you aren't attending you should take a look, as it's a fantastic way to check out all those swell author websites! Click here.

The Blog Hop Spot - I'll be participating in the Hoppy Easter blog hop from April 6th to April 8th. Win a free copy of The Amethyst Cat Caper, an exclusive bookmark and keyring! More info coming next week!


St. Patrick's Day Special

st patricks day love

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?

♣ ♣ ♣

Endearing Young Charms - a 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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Copyright © 2013 Charlie Cochet. All Rights Reserved

* Thanks, Elf ;)


Happy Pre-Paddy's Day!

Hello guys and dolls!

Today I'm over at the Torquere Press blog talking about family traditions, Irish coffee, and later on in the day, I'll be sharing an exclusive St. Patrick's Day ficlet brought to you by my handsome heroes from When Love Walked In -- Bruce and Jace!

Drop by for a chat or to just say hello!

In other news: my Love Is Always Write story has a title! Harley's man has also been chosen and named. And the story is underway! More to come on that soon, so stay tuned!


x Charlie x

Interview, Chats, a Giveaway, and More!

Hello all! I'm a guest over at Joyfully Jay chatting about life in the 1930s, what it was like for gay men during that time, Pinkerton's, my research for The Amethyst Cat Caper, upcoming projects and more!

Win a free eBook copy of The Amethyst Cat Caper! All you have to do is drop by Joyfully Jay and leave a comment! * Contest is open until March 13th, 11:59 P.M. EST *


I look forward to chatting with you!


x Charlie x

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