Blog Archive - December 2015

THIRDS Thursday - 12/31/15

THIRDS Thursdays

Prompt: Calvin and Ethan go back to their old high school.


Calvin couldn’t believe they were back.

That morning, a call had come in. A student had called the THIRDS in tears, asking they send someone to stop the bullies who were picking on a Therian kid. It was a young girl, dispatch had said. Normally, it wasn’t the kind of thing the THIRDS handled. Not unless one of the kids went feral and started running around in their Therian form. When Kimmy from dispatch had been told which high school the student was calling from, she thought Calvin might like to know. The school had come up in conversation on more than one occasion, and Calvin made it no secret what he thought about it and its principal.

Four years of hell Calvin and Ethan had suffered in that place, with no one to turn to but each other. Calvin had spent the majority of his days in the principal’s office getting yelled at, fighting, or comforting Ethan for the relentless bullying. No one would listen. They couldn’t understand how a kid as big as Ethan couldn’t defend himself. Why he wouldn’t speak up. Didn’t matter that they knew he had Selective Mutism. He wasn’t a mute. He could talk. They just couldn’t seem to get it in their heads that he couldn’t pick and choose who he talked to. It didn’t work that way.

Some teachers had been understanding, even going out of their way to help, like walking him to his next class so he wouldn’t get caught in the halls by some asshole looking to shove him into a locker or take his backpack so they could throw it over the fence into the P.E. field. Which was why Calvin was surprised when Ethan said he wanted to go.

Ethan pulled the Suburban into the faculty parking lot, drawing a crowd of students hanging around, a couple of them smoking. They should have been in class.

“You sure you want to go in there?” Calvin asked.

Ethan eyed the small group of gawking Seniors hovering close to the car. He gave Calvin a nod.

“Okay.” Calvin climbed out of the Suburban. They were in full uniform with their Glock secured in their holsters. Everything else remained locked away in the truck. The kids gathered around the truck, their mouths hanging open. At least the ones that didn’t have cigarettes in them.

“Holy fuck, look at the size of this dude!” One of the Seniors came up to Ethan. He had to crane his neck up to look at Ethan’s face.

“You fucking nuts, man? He’s THIRDS,” another one hissed from a couple of feet away. He shuffled nervously from one foot to the other. His friend ignored him.

“Hey, you ever have to maul anyone to death on the job?” The Senior asked.

Ethan looked down at the kid and narrowed his eyes. The kid stiffened as Ethan reached out and plucked the cigarette from him mouth. He dropped it on the ground, and stomped on it with his boot, grinding it for emphasis.

Calvin grinned. “He doesn’t like you smoking in his face.”

Ethan arched an eyebrow at the other kid with the cigarette. It flopped from his gaping mouth and hit the ground. The kid quickly stomped on it.

“How much you weigh?” One kid asked, as Calvin and Ethan headed for the entrance.

“What kind of tiger Therian are you?”

The first Senior who’d approached Ethan ran in front of him. “Hey, it’s rude not answer!”

Ethan glowered at him, and shook his head. Like he hadn’t heard that a million times. They walked into the school, the kids trailing behind them. Calvin wrinkled his nose. It was like going back in time. There was still litter in the halls. Kids hanging around when they should be in class. Graffiti on the walls, bent lockers, and broken lightbulbs.

A young Human girl dressed all in black and sporting several piercings came running, her tears having caused her thick black eyeliner to smear down her cheeks.

“Please, you have to help Neil.”

Calvin opened his mouth when one of the Seniors butted in. “Get lost, emo girl. They’re not here for that loser.”

The girl’s big silver eyes filled with fresh tears. Ethan walked around their rude entourage, glaring at the kid and scaring the pants off him before turning a warm smile to the young girl. He held out his gloved hand so she wouldn’t be scared, and pointed to his name tag with the other. Her eyes widened and she shrank away, uncertain.

“It’s okay,” Calvin assured her gently. “My partner and I are here to help.”

She gave them a big wobbly smile, her voice shaky when she spoke. “Neil’s in the gym. They beat him up and shoved him in the showers. He’s hiding behind the bleachers. I’m afraid he might shift and get hurt.”

“What’s your name?” Calvin asked, as they followed her through the school. Not that they didn’t know where the gym was. Poor kid. God only knew what kind of skanky stuff was behind those bleachers. Principal Meyers had a habit of spring cleaning only when Parent/Teacher conference time came around, or on the rare occasion members of the school board showed up. No one had high hopes for this place, or the students.

“I’m Melanie Harris, but everyone calls me Mel.”

“Okay, Mel. Can you tell us what happened?”

“We were on our way to Algebra when that jerk Doug and his friends grabbed Neil. They took him into the boys’ locker room and beat him up, then shoved him into one of the shower stall, running cold water on him. I tried to help but they just held me back.” Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. He was so scared!”

“How long has this been going on?” Calvin asked as they ran into the gym. It still had the same foul stench it did when he’d been a student here.

“Months. Neil’s super shy. They pick on him for it. They call him the Cowardly Lion because he’s a lion Therian and he’s not fierce. He loves art. He’s really good at it.” Mel came to a stop by one of the bleachers and grabbed onto Calvin’s arm. “Please, you have to help him. He’s my best friend. He’s the sweetest, nicest guy in the world. I’m scared of what he might do to himself.”

“It’s okay, Mel. We won’t let anything happen to him.” Calvin turned to one of the kid from their little entourage that was watching them like they were some MTV reality TV show. “What’s your name?”

“Pete.”

“Pete, bring us some dry towels, and tell the P.E. teacher we need some clean sweatpants and a sweatshirt?”

Pete’s eyes went wide. “Mr. Henley hates them. Says they’re what’s wrong with this country.”

Calvin’s brows shot up. “Henley? As in Teddy Henley?”

Pete stared at him. “Um, yeah. You know him?”

Oh, the irony. “Yeah, I know him. Ask him for that stuff, and if he has a problem, just tell him he can come out here and tell Calvin Summers himself.”

Pete ran off, and Calvin turned to Ethan. He stepped up close to him to talk quietly. “I think you should go in there. You’re a Therian, and you’re good with kids. See if you can draw him out.”

Ethan nodded, and within seconds had disappeared behind the rickety wooden bleachers. The thought of suggesting his partner where a hazmat suit to go in there had crossed Calvin’s mind.

“Calvin Summers? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I owe you a knuckle sandwich you little twerp. Where is he?” He noticed Calvin standing there and gave a start. “Shit, sorry, agent. I was looking for someone else.”

Calvin smiled pleasantly. “Hi, Teddy.”

Teddy’s reaction would have had Calvin in stitches if he didn’t feel so bad for the guy. Not that being a P.E. teacher was anything to laugh at, but Teddy wasn’t a P.E. teacher because he wanted to be. Hell, the guy rarely attended class when he’d been a student here, and certainly not P.E. He’d loathed it. Said it was for fat kids and losers. By the state of the gym and the equipment Calvin could see, Teddy clearly just didn’t give a shit.

“Summers?” Teddy looked Calvin over, his jaw slack. “You’re a THIRDS agent?”  Just as he said the words, Ethan emerged from behind the bleachers, Neil cradled against him, his face buried against Ethan’s uniform. Mel ran over to comfort him.

Teddy looked over at Ethan and Neil. “What’s going on? That little punk up to no good again?”

Calvin gave Teddy a warning look. “Where’s the clothing I asked for?”

Teddy snapped his fingers at Pete. “Well, go get it.”

Pete gave Teddy a dirty look before running off. Not wasting another second, Calvin approached Ethan who was down on one knee smiling warmly at poor Neil who was on the floor shivering, drenched from head to toe. Mel was hugging him, and running her hand through his soaked hair. Neil’s lips were purple, his skin pale. There were dark circles under his puffy red eyes. This kid was in a living hell here. Calvin’s heart squeezed in his chest. He knelt down beside Ethan.

“Hi, Neil. My name is Calvin Summers, and this is my partner Ethan Hobbs. You know, we used to come to this school.”

Neil’s head shot up. He looked from Ethan to Calvin and back, his eyes widening.

“That’s right. Ethan here, he used to get bullied too because of his Selective Mutism.”

“What’s that?” Mel asked curiously, her arms around Neil protectively.

“It means he can only talk to certain people or under certain situations. He doesn’t have a choice who he can talk to. He’s shy too. Everyone thought because he was a big tiger Therian that he could, and should, stand up for himself.”

Neil looked up at Ethan. “You couldn’t fight back either?”

Ethan shook his head. He placed his hand on Calvin’s shoulder, then moved it back to himself. Mel smiled.

“You two were best friends then?”

Calvin nodded. “Yep. We’ve been best friends since we were kids. We’ve always looked out for each other. In high school, I looked out for Ethan.”

“What’s going on here? Who called the THIRDS?”

That voice…

Mel stood, her hands balled into fists at her sides. Her bottom lip trembled but she held her head up high. “I did, Principal Meyer.”

“For what?”

“They were hurting Neil.”

“You don’t call THIRDS agents for that, Mel!” Meyers hissed. “You don’t think these agents have better things to do?”

“You saying a student continuously getting bullied in your school isn’t important?” Calvin stood and turned to face Principal Meyers. Aside the thinning gray hair, the man hadn’t changed at all in twenty-three years.

“I just meant—” Meyers peered at him, as if he were trying to figure something out. “Neil’s always stirring up trouble.” He removed a pair of glasses from his front breast pocket and proceeded to clean the lenses.

“He’s not! They’re always picking on him and no one listens!”

“Neil can stand up for himself. He just chooses not to. There’s no hope for that kid. He’s a lost cause.”

Calvin’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow. Still singing the same tune.”

Meyers put on his glasses, a deep frown coming onto his face before it turned to surprise. “Summers? Is that you?”

“That’s agent Summers, Mr. Meyers. I’m here on official THIRDS business.”

It took Meyers a second to get his jaw up off the floor, before he lifted his chin defiantly. “Come on, Summers. You’re an adult now. Look how far you’ve come. You never would have made it to where you are with that Ethan kid dragging you down. He was dead weight.”

Calvin couldn’t help his laugh. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. What, you’re going to give me detention? Oh, by the way. You haven’t met my partner. He’s a demolitions expert and Safety Bomb Technician for the THIRDS.” Calvin stepped aside and Ethan got up, rounding his shoulders and straightening to his full height before he turned and stepped up to Meyers.

“Nice to meet you—” Meyers stared at Ethan’s name tag. “Hobbs? Wait, you can’t be….”

Ethan smiled and waved at Meyers.

“You… you work for the THIRDS?” Meyers took a step back. He couldn’t seem to stop staring at Ethan. “You talk now?”

Ethan rolled his eyes and turned back to Neil and Mel. He was obviously so done with Meyers.

“No, he doesn’t talk now. Well, he talks to me, and a couple of other people, so his condition’s improved. No thanks to people like you.”

Meyers chose to ignore that comment. “Then how can he work for the THIRDS? How can they have a mute agent?”

“Because he’s a damn good agent, Mr. Meyers. The THIRDS doesn’t discriminate. In fact, they encourage both Humans and Therians of all genders, races, religions, nationalities, and disabilities to work with them.” Calvin crouched down beside Neil who was looking up at Ethan like he was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. He spoke so everyone else would here. “You’re better than this place Neil. Don’t let them define you. You define you. These people wrote off Ethan here as a lost cause too. They wanted me to stop being friends with him. Wasn’t going to happen. No matter what they said, or did, Ethan rose above that.”

Pete handed Calvin the dry clothes, and Calvin handed it to Pete. “Here. Why don’t you get dressed. You know, I draw too.”

Neil’s face lit up. “You do?”

“Yeah.” Calvin reached into his breast pocket and pulled out one of his THIRDS business cards with all his contact info on it. He handed one to Neil and one to Mel. “If either of you need anything, you just contact me okay?” He turned his attention back to Neil. “If you ever need help with your art and want me to stop by, just call me.”

Neil nodded, a big smile on his boyish face. He got up with Ethan’s help. Neil’s anxious gaze at the other students, as well as Meyers and Teddy wasn’t lost on Calvin. He put a hand to Neil’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Neil. We’ll take care of it. Go on now.” Neil nodded, tears in his eye, but a smile on his face. He gave Ethan a hug before scurrying off with Mel in tow.

Calvin and Ethan turned to their little entourage. “What have we learned here today kids?”

One of the bigger boys looked around at everyone. “Don’t pick on the nerds because one day they might grow up to be huge ass THIRDS agents who can kick your ass and you’ll end up the loser gym teacher?”

Ethan coughed into his hand so he wouldn’t laugh. Teddy looked about ready to spit nails.

“The moral of this story is, respect your fellow Humans and Therians. Or I will come down here and arrest your ass. Now get your butts back to class, study hard, be good, and if I hear of you boys stirring up trouble we’ll be back, and you’ll get to meet our lion Therian teammate, and believe me, you don’t want him down here because he will put the fear of God in you.”

The kids’ eyes were round as saucers before they bolted from the place like it was one fire.

“Well,” Meyers cleared his throat, “crisis averted. Thank you for coming down here agents.”

Calvin chuckled. “Oh, I’m not finished here, Mr. Meyers. You have a serious bullying problem in your school, and with attitudes like yours and Mr. Henley’s here, it’s not going to improve. All these kids have potential. I expect you to do a damn better job than you’ve been doing. You have six months to get this school into shape. When I come back here, if I don’t see an improvement, we’re going to have problems.”

“Are you crazy, Summers? We don’t—”

Calvin held a hand up. “Agent Summers.”

“Agent Summers,” Meyers replied through his teeth. “We don’t have that kind of funding!”

Calvin pursed his lips in thought. Some of it was true. The school’s funds had never been good, but then neither had its performance. It was a vicious circle. The THIRDS however did support several fundraisers and grants to help schools.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to send a team of agents down here along with some members of the school board. They’re going to do an assessment of the school, and how much funding is needed to at least get it off life support. Clean it out, paint it, fix it up, get some new classroom furniture, some equipment, and work out a budget. We’ll see what we can do to help.”

Meyers narrowed his gaze at Calvin. “Why would you do that? You hate me, and this school. I thought you’d be happy to see me fail.”

Calvin sighed. “No. I’m not above rubbing your face in the fact that we accomplished something for ourselves much greater than you believed, but I don’t hate you. You have the power to make a difference in these kids’ lives. To give them a chance at a better future, and to stop incidents like today from happening. Take a look at your policies, set down some firm rules, expect change.” Calvin headed for the exit with Ethan at his side. “The next time we come back here, I expect results, Principal Meyers.” He waved goodbye, calling out over his shoulder before walking out the door. “Nice seeing you again, Teddy. Same goes for you.”

As they drove back to HQ, Calvin felt good. Not because Meyers and Teddy got to see the good men two troublemaking kids had turned into, but because coming back here gave him the chance to do something about the rest of the kids. He wished he’d done something sooner. Shamefully he’d let his anger and resentment cloud his judgement. The kids who attended the school shouldn’t suffer for the complacency of the adults around them.

“You up for fixing up that shithole?”

Ethan smiled at him, forming little wrinkles at the corners of his green eyes. He nodded, and took hold of Calvin’s hand, giving it a squeeze.

Looked like even now all these years after having left school, they were still learning a thing or two.


Copyright © 2015 Charlie Cochet. All Rights Reserved. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press.


Costi quel che costi (Hell & HIgh Water Italian Translation) Cover Reveal and Pre-order!

Hello all! I'm super excited to announce that the Italian translation of Hell & High Water Costi quel che costi is being released by publisher Triskell Edizioni on Dec 31st! Here's the fabulous cover and below you'll find all the information. Happy New year! <3 Pre-order: http://www.triskellrainbow.it/prodotto/costi-quel-che-costi-charlie-cochet/ HellHighWaterIT400 Titolo: Costi quel che costi Titolo originale: Hell & High Water Serie: THIRDS #1 Autore: Charlie Cochet Traduttore: Chiara Seri ISBN: Edizione Ebook 978-88-9312-021-0 Lunghezza: 329 pagine Collana: Paranormal / Contemporaneo Formato: pdf, epub, mobi

Trama Quando la testimonianza del detective della Omicidi Dexter J. Daley manda il suo partner in prigione per omicidio, le conseguenze – e la frenesia dei media – non si fanno attendere. Ben presto si ritrova senza fidanzato, senza amici e, dopo uno spiacevole incontro in un parcheggio al termine del processo, quasi senza denti. Dex teme di essere trasferito dal Corpo di Polizia Umana o, peggio, di essere buttato fuori. Invece, suo padre adottivo, un sergente dello squadrone di Difesa, Ricognizione e Intelligence umano e teriano, meglio noto come THIRDS, fa in modo che Dex venga reclutato come agente della Difesa. Dex è determinato a rimettere in sesto la propria vita ed è ansioso di iniziare il nuovo lavoro. Ma il suo primo incontro con il capo squadra, Sloane Brodie, che risulta poi anche essere il suo nuovo partner teriano giaguaro, si rivela un disastro. Quando la squadra è chiamata a indagare sull’omicidio di tre attivisti UmanTeriani, diventa ben presto chiaro che Dex dovrà lottare duramente sia per essere accettato dal suo partner e dalla sua squadra, che per riuscire a prendere il killer.

 

THIRDS Thursday - A Very Merry THIRDS Christmas!

Christmas THIRDS Thursdays

Once upon a time in a magical land called New York City, there lived a grumpy lion Therian. Oh, but he was growly and a meanie, and wherever he went he cussed up a storm! Christmas grew ever closer, and while everyone was merry and bright, Simba—that’s not his real name, but we’ll go with that—was not the least bit cheerful. He was so miserable, that not even the sweet little cheetah Therian—who for some reason thought he was dreamy—could make the grumpy lion Therian smile.

That evening after he finished his round of scaring kittens and making little old ladies cry, the lion Therian settled down to watch his favorite show Cops: Therian Edition, when he heard what sounded like rattling chains. Getting up and grabbing his baseball bat, the lion Therian investigated. He yelped like a little school girl when he saw the spikey haired blond ghost in the middle of his living room. The ghost told him he would be visited by three spirits, the Ghost of Christmas past, present, and future. The lion Therian flipped the ghost off and stalked to his bedroom. The ghost wasn’t impressed, and he joined his big tiger Therian ghost buddy, and together they went off to play video games because the jerk had been warned and the rest wasn’t their problem.

Settled in his big bed, the lion Therian huffed at the silly ghost. Whatevs. Like he gave a crap. That night as he slumbered, he was startled awake by the awesome sound of Def Leppard. The lion Therian sat up, glaring at the devilishly handsome ghost in the Marty McFly jacket and high tops floating in the middle of the room with his wicked boom box. The lion Therian asked the ghost who the hell he was—among other choice words—and the ghost replied in an attractive voice that he was the Ghost of Christmas Past. The lion Therian let out a snort because really, was he supposed to be surprised? The dashing, and charming ghost told the lion Therian to bite him, before he snapped his fingers.

Magically, they appeared in a white room with two twin beds and a ceiling painted with stars. The lion Therian narrowed his eyes at the Ghost of Christmas Past and told him that wasn’t cool. The Ghost of Christmas Past agreed, but said there was a point to all this, so to just hear him out. In the room was a sweet, young jaguar Therian and a young grumpy lion Therian. The two did everything together, even at times sleep in the same bed so they wouldn’t feel scared. The jaguar Therian asked the lion Therian to be his best friend forever, and the lion Therian promised he would, even if the jaguar Therian grew up to be a dork, which he didn’t. He grew up to be awesome.

Simba—whose real name isn’t Simba—got all teary-eyed and asked the Ghost of Christmas Past to take him home. In the blink of an eye, the lion Therian was back in his bed and he wondered if he hadn’t dreamed up the whole thing. Going back to bed and cursing the debonair Ghost of Christmas Past, the lion Therian fell asleep.

Later still that night, the lion Therian was once again woken up by a strange noise. When he woke up he found a super handsome jaguar Therian with amber eyes that totally rocked the Ghost of Christmas Past’s world, and they’d have to do that thing again where he swirled the ice cube in his mouth, and then—Uh, where they sat and colored together because coloring is cool. You know they make coloring books for adults now? So the lion Therian sat up and arched an eyebrow at the jaguar Therian hottie, and was all “really, bro?”, and the jaguar Therian ignored him and told him he was the Ghost of Christmas Present and was going to show him what a miserable jerkface he was being.

With a snap of his fingers, the handsome Ghost of Christmas Present took them to a cool hangout where all of the lion Therian’s friends were gathered singing songs, drinking… soda, and um, orange juice. Yeah, so they were drinking non-grown up drinks, and having fun. The lion Therian had been invited to make merry with his brethren, but he’d decided he was going to be a party pooper because he was too good for the office party, despite the cute cheetah Therian begging him to go. So everyone was having an awesome time, and seeing that made the lion Therian wish he’d gone. Especially since some dudes were flirting with the cheetah Therian, and that annoyed the lion Therian. Turning to the Ghost of Christmas Present, the lion Therian demanded to be taken home, so the handsome jaguar Therian did, saying he had no idea why he even bothered, and the lion Therian told him he’d grown up to be a big dork after all, which he hadn’t.

In his bed, the lion Therian had trouble sleeping. He wished all these darn ghosts would leave him alone. All they did was make him sad, and he didn’t want to be sad. He had too much to be annoyed over. Knowing what was coming, he crossed his arms over his chest and sat up in bed to wait for the Ghost of Christmas Future. When she got there, looking pretty angry, he wished he had kicked the Ghost of Christmas Past’s butt, because he did not need this. Why was it the fault of the Ghost of Christmas Past? He’d been roped into this mess. Just because kids loved him, didn’t mean he had to be the one PR called in for this.

So, the Ghost of Christmas Future told him she was going to kick his butt because she had a date with Dimples the Firefighter and she had to cancel to come haunt his miserable patooty. How he better get his head out of his—er, how he should stop being so miserable. The lion Therian told the ghost to get it over with already because he was growing old just listening to her yammering on. She was not impressed, but having better things to do than argue with him, she snapped her fingers, making them appear in a bustling magical place with lots of other Humans and Therians, including one guy who the lion Therian was still—I mean really, man, let it go—still angry at for peeing on his fern.

Anyway, the pretty lady ghost pointed to a door and inside the room was the cute as a button cheetah Therian who sat looking outside his window, wishing the grumpy lion Therian would take him in his arms and give him a kiss. Ew. The cheetah Therian was crazy about the lion Therian, but the lion Therian was so busy being a big tough lion Therian jerk that he failed to notice the lovesick cheetah Therian. In came a big, handsome tiger Therian—who’s totally still in love with a certain wolf Therian, but we won’t get into that—and he asked the cheetah Therian out on a date.

The lion Therian tried to set the tiger Therian on fire with his laser beam stare, but the tiger Therian couldn’t see him. With his little pining heart broken by the lion Therian, the cheetah Therian agreed to go on a date with the buff tiger Therian. The lion Therian fumed. He would have none of it, but he was too late. He should have gotten his keister in gear sooner, and not been such a donkey butt. Sad, and unable to kick the tiger Therian’s butt, the lion Therian asked the Ghost of Christmas Future to take him home.

As he fell asleep, the lion Therian thought about everything he’d seen, and he was super sad about losing the little cheetah Therian. That night, the lion Therian cried himself to sleep.

The next morning, the lion Therian woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He picked it up with a sleepy growl, his heart pounding when a cheerful voice chirped Merry Christmas at him. It was the little cheetah Therian. The lion Therian sat up, listening as the cheetah Therian confessed his love and asked the lion Therian to join him and his family for Christmas dinner. The lion Therian asked about the tiger Therian but the cheetah Therian said they were just friends and nothing ever happened between them. The lion Therian was so happy, he actually smiled. Like he for real smiled. Who knew he was capable right? Anyway, the lion Therian said he’d be happy to join the cheetah Therian for Christmas dinner.

After hanging up, the lion Therian quickly brushed his teeth and got dressed. He ran out to buy the cheetah Therian an awesome Christmas present, and some funky socks, because the cheetah Therian was a nerd that way, and he wrapped all the presents up. When he got to the cheetah Therian’s house, he knocked on the door, a big smile on his face when the cute guy answered the door. Before the cheetah Therian could say a word, the lion Therian took him in his arms and kissed him. Ew.

The two kissed for a really long time, and after a whole bunch more drama-because really, we’re talking about the lion Therian here—the two started dating. And they lived happily ever after, along with the cheetah Therians charming brother, and the brother’s handsome jaguar Therian boyfriend. The end.

Merry Christmas!

 

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Copyright © 2015 Charlie Cochet. All Rights Reserved. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press.


Recent Reads - Whippersnapper by Michael Rupured

RecentReads

Hello all! Welcome to another Recent Reads. This weekend I had the pleasure of reading a pre-release copy of Whippersnapper by Michael Rupured. This story was a real treat for me. Aside the fact this was my first May-December romance, it's also not your typical gay romance. We follow the heartwarming story of three very different, very fascinating characters as they enter each other's lives, drawn to each other as if by fate. Yet despite their differences, they share one thing in common--wanting to find love.

This isn't your typical boy-meets-boy, boy-beds-boy, boy-falls-in-love-with-boy story. We get three POVs: Tellumo's, Oliver's, and Peggy's. Peggy was such a fun character to read. I hadn't expected to love her as much as I did. She made me laugh, pulled at my heart strings, made me teary eyed, and I found myself rooting for her. Her growth as a character was wonderful. Oliver is certainly crotchety, but his rants had me snickering and laughing out loud. The call to the cable company? Oh, that was just perfect. I felt Oliver's pain on that one. I loved getting to know the real Oliver, and there was more than one heartbreaking moment. Tellumo is smart, sweet, and just what Oliver needs.

This book is about love in many forms. The love we find in family, friends, and romantic relationships, along with the bonds we form. How no matter our age, or our differences, love feeds the soul. It's a realistic story of heartache, warm moments, and life's funny little coincidences. I really enjoyed Whippersnapper, even if it did have me craving yeast rolls, cinnamon buns, and a host of other delectable treats.

<3 Happy Reading! rosedivider

Whippersnapper by Michael Rupured eBookWhippersnapper

Tellumo Magnamater is a fresh-out-of-college, first-year English teacher at Salt Lick County High School in Kentucky. He rides the bus to and from work, and every day he walks to the gym behind his small efficiency apartment to exercise. Perhaps because of being raised by two lesbians, Tellumo is attracted to older men. He sets his sights on fifty-something available bachelor Oliver Crumbly. But Tellumo isn’t the only resident interested in Oliver.

Peggy Tucker, a widow approaching her sixtieth birthday, is determined to marry again, and she thinks Oliver is her perfect match. Despite Tellumo and Peggy striking up a friendship at the gym, neither realizes they are interested in the same man. But the joke might be on both of them. Oliver, a retired history teacher, is the original crotchety old man who hates everything and everybody—especially young people.

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Coastal Magic Convention December Photo Challenge ‪- Dec 20th #‎CMCon16DecPics‬

Today's photo for the Coastal Magic Convention December Photo Challenge: Book with water. Always stay hydrated! Another old favorite. I used to devour these books. <3

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