Blog Archive - August 2016

#TeaserTuesday - 8/9/16 THIRDS Book 9

TeaserTuesday

Hello, all! So I got my dates mixed up. This was supposed to go up next Tuesday since #TeaserTuesday is the 1st and 3rd Tuesday of every month, but in last week's THIRDS Thursday I said it was going up this week, so here it is. Today's snippet is from Chapter 2 of my current work in progress, Seb and Hudson's book, THIRDS Book 8. Enjoy!

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“Take these. For the pain, and the inflammation.”

“Thank you.” Seb smiled at him as he took the pills, then tossed them in his mouth, followed by a swig of water. Hudson wasn’t impressed.

“Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t decided whether to strangle you or not. The moment I felt it, I told myself, “he’s sensible. He’ll look after himself.” and then Dom called, and look at you. Sensible my arse.” He removed supplies from the bag, and Seb couldn’t help his dopy grin. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Their bond meant they felt the other’s pain, if it was significant enough, yet it was the love they’d once shared that made it so Hudson didn’t have to look at Seb to know Seb was smiling at him. Hudson could sense Seb’s gaze on him, just like Seb could sense Hudson’s. Always. Despite the days, the distance, they were every bit as connected now as they had been back then, which is what made it so painful when they were apart. It was torture not calling Hudson every time Seb felt him hurting.

“You still have it,” Seb replied softly.

Hudson blinked down at the black bag as if noticing it for the first time. Anyone else might have been able to hide their reaction, but Hudson’s fair skin betrayed him, his cheeks blushing furiously.

“I, um, yes.”

“Why?” Seb cocked his head as he studied Hudson. Not that he hadn’t mapped out the man’s features years ago. How was it possible to need someone more than air itself?

“Because I can’t very well trust you to look after yourself, now can I?” Hudson’s lips quirked on one side as he motioned to Seb’s knee.

Seb leaned forward. “That’s only half the truth, doctor.”

Hudson arched a thick black brow at him. “Believe what you will.”

With a grin, Seb sat back. All the medication in that bag was prescription. It meant Hudson would have to order them specifically. He kept them stocked in case Seb needed them. When they expired, it meant he restocked. When they’d been together Hudson had kept a kit at home, and in his office. Years after they’d broken up, he maintained the kit.


THIRDS Thursday - 8/4/16 Dex and Sloane Interview.

THIRDS Thursdays

Hello, all! Recently Dex and Sloane were interviewed for the release of Smoke & Mirrors. They were asked questions submitted by the THIRDS Nerds. In true THIRDS Nerd awesomeness, I ended up with more questions than I could fit in one interview, so for this week’s THIRDS Thursday our dynamic duo is back to answer some more reader questions. Here we go!

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Dex and Sloane

Charlie: Hey, guys! Thanks for joining us. Ready for round two?

Sloane: I wasn’t ready for round one, so probably not.

Dex: I’m always ready. Bring it on.

Sloane: Please don’t say that.

Dex: *pets Sloane’s arm* It’s okay, babe, we got this. Unless there’s more questions about kids. *turns to Charlie* No questions about kids, right? He had empanada hangover the morning after that last interview. It was not pretty.

Sloane: *pouts and shakes his head* It was not pretty. I still love them though.

Dex: I know you do.

Charlie: No questions about kids. Promise. This one is for Sloane. We know you hear a lot of 80s tuneage by way of your partner, but what is/are your music genre(s) of choice?

Sloane: *perks up* Ooh, I can do this!

Dex: *chuckles and pats Sloane’s leg* You’re adorable.

Sloane: My music genre of choice is classic rock, and yeah, I listen to a lot of the music Dex listens to, like Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Van Halen, and Queen, but I love a lot of the seventies rock. Creedence Clearwater Revival, Cheap Trick, Eagles, Doors, Tom Petty, Pink Floyd, Styx, Santana, so many more. For me it’s not so much about nostalgia, though there’s that too, but really it’s about amazing music. I have trouble getting into some of today’s music. A lot of it sounds kinda same-y to me. Ash would agree. He listens to the same bands and musicians I do.

Dex: *eyes go wide* Whatever you do, don’t ask Ash about music.

Sloane: *cringes* Yeah, you don’t want to do that. Not so much because of what he listens to, but he seems to have taken today’s pop music as a personal insult to his very existence.

Dex: Rant doesn’t begin to cover it. I have never heard so many F-bombs in my life. And not only do I work with the guy, he’s dating my brother. Cursing is like breathing to him, and nothing sets him off like today’s pop music. If you’re lucky he’ll tell you to fuck off. Catch him in a bad mood, and you have no one to blame but yourself.

Charlie: Right. Well, we all know how well that warning is likely to be heeded. Speaking of Ash. Sloane, did you ever have the "boyfriend" talk with Ash and what was that like?

Dex: *blinks at Sloane innocently* Yes, Sloane. Do tell us what that was like? What kind of advice did you give Ash Keeler on dating my precious, innocent, angelic little brother?

Sloane: *clears throat* Um, it was all very PG.

Dex: *nods and steeples his fingers in front of his lips* Mhmm, I see. So, your best friend, who you grew up with, who’s practically a brother to you, didn’t ask you any questions about what it might be like doing it with a dude.

Sloane: We don’t talk about sex.

Dex: *looks at Charlie and raises hand* I would like to state for the record—and I mean this in the most adoring way possible—that Sloane Brodie, light of my life, is full of it.

Sloane: *gapes at Dex* What?

Dex: *crosses his arms over his chest* Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me that you and Ash don’t talk about sex. Ever.

Sloane: *opens his mouth to reply*

Dex: *narrows his eyes*

Sloane: *closes his mouth*

Dex: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Sloane: Okay, look, Ash had a lot of questions, and I did my best to answer, always respectfully, considering Cael. Which by the way, is way more experienced in the sex-with-a-dude-department, and oh my God, the things he knows! *eyes go wide* We should try some of these things.

Dex: *squeals* My ears!

Sloane: *rolls his eyes* Your brother’s an adult.

Dex: My brother is a precious cookie that needs to be protected at all costs. He doesn’t have sex or think sexy thoughts.

Sloane: You’re ridiculous.

Dex: I have declared this topic adjourned!

Sloane: I don’t even know what’s happening right now. Is there another question? The talk went well. He asked, I gave advice, and apparently Cael is a cookie. Let’s move on.

Charlie: Okay, how about one for Dex. What 80's song is your absolute ultimate favorite? The one that would be on the top of your desert island playlist?

Dex: *looks horrified* One? Why don’t you just ask me which lung is my favorite?

Sloane: *pats Dex’s head soothingly* Easy, sweetheart, breathe. It’s just a question.

Dex: That’s like asking which finger I’m least likely to miss! One song? *crosses arms over chest* I refuse to answer that question on principle.

Sloane: You’ll have to excuse him. He’s only had half a dozen cups of coffee today.

Dex: Mm, cappuccino. I could really use a cappuccino.

Sloane: We’ll get you one afterwards.

Dex: *smiles sweetly* With chocolate powder?

Sloane: With chocolate powder.

Dex: From Belgium?

Sloane: *sighs* Yes, from Belgium.

Dex: Woot! Okay. And obviously the answer would be Journey.

Charlie: Uh, the question was about which song, not which band—

Dex: Journey. The answer is Journey.

Sloane: That’s as good as it’s gonna get, so we should move on.

Charlie: Right. Dex, as perhaps the only other person Hudson knows who is marked, what kind of advice would you like to give to Hudson and Seb as they slowly ease back into their love affair (or we hope)?

Dex: *looking very stern* Get your shit together and boink each other before I lose my shit and take you all down with me. Seriously, like why? Why aren’t they together? They love each other!

Sloane: You know it’s not that simple, babe.

Dex: *throws his arms up* But it should be! He wears Seb’s T-shirts under his clothes, Sloane! The guy is going to kill me.  I haven’t felt this much angst since I was fifteen and Chad Jordan wouldn’t give me the time of day.

Sloane: Wait, are you telling me there’s a guy who didn’t get sucked into the gravitational pull of your awesome?

Dex: I know, right?! It was the worst six months of my teenage life. There was a lot of milkshakes involved.

Sloane: A whole six months. Wow.

Dex: I was fifteen and had the attention span of a gnat. Six months was record breaking. Ask my dad.

Sloane: I think I will. Fifteen-year-old emo Dex. I have to hear about this.

Dex: You know what? No. No you don’t. Let’s move onto the next question.

Charlie: This is for both of you. Any second thoughts to getting a kitten?

Sloane: *looks unimpressed*

Dex: *bursts into laughter*

Sloane: That’s not funny.

Charlie: It’s a genuine question.

Sloane: No.

Charlie: No, it’s not a genuine question, or no on the kitten?

Sloane: No on the kitten. I’m the only Felid that lives in our house.

Dex: *wipes a tear from his eye* Sloane is very territorial. A kitten would screw up the very delicate balance of his Felidness.

Sloane: That’s not a word.

Dex: It is because I just used it.

Sloane: *huffs* Whatever.

Dex: Aw, look at his face. *kisses Sloane’s cheek* You know you’re the only Felid for me.

Sloane: I know that.

Dex: *smiles sweetly* And yet…

Sloane: I don’t like anyone rubbing up against him. It would drive me crazy.

Charlie: What about a dog?

Sloane: *brightens* I like dogs. I’m definitely a dog person.

Dex: Which I think is hilarious. But actually, I’m a dog person too. I love animals in general, but really, if I had a furry best friend—not including Sloane—it would be a dog. Unfortunately, we’re not at a place where we can add a furry friend to our home. Our work hours are too erratic.

Sloane: And are likely to get more unpredictable.

Dex: That too. It wouldn’t be fair on any of us. *snuggles up to Sloane* This big grump will have to do for now.

Sloane: *wraps his arms around Dex and smiles wide* And I’m okay with that.

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Thank you all for joining us for this week's THIRDS Thursdays. Don't miss next week's #TeaserTuesday where I'll be posting a snippet from Seb and Hudson's book.


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#TeaserTuesday - 8/2/16 THIRDS Book 9

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Hello, all! Welcome to the first #TeaserTuesday of the month. Today we have a snippet from Chapter 1 of my current work in progress, Seb and Hudson's book, THIRDS Book 8. Enjoy!

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Seb narrowed his eyes. Why was Dom grinning? Something was up. His friend leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head.

“What did you do?”

Dom wriggled his eyebrows, and Seb’s frown deepened. Shit. This wasn’t good. What the hell had his friend—his asshole friend—done now? Seb loved the guy, but sometimes he wanted to strangle him.

“Sebastian Hobbs!”

Seb stared at Dom. “You didn’t.”

Dom’s grin got bigger. “I did.”

“You narced on me?”

“Aw, are you mad?” Dom put a hand to his chest over his heart. “Well tough shit. You brought this on yourself.” Dom jumped from his chair and gave Hudson a pat on the back. “Give’im hell, doc.”

Dom moseyed off, leaving Seb to face down one very pissed off Brit.

Hudson planted his hands on his hips. He had that look on his face. Seb knew it well. There was a time when Seb could coax that stern frown away with a few strategically placed kisses. The good doctor wasn’t easily deterred, but Seb could be stubborn too. Especially when it concerned Hudson’s happiness. Unfortunately, happy was not what Hudson was with him right now.

“I have half a mind to give you a right ear-bashing. Get in my office. Now.”

Seb groaned. He got up, and did his best not to limp as he followed Hudson out into the bullpen. His fellow agents didn’t bother pretending not to notice what was going on, and the majority of them looked on in amusement. Seb had a reputation for being a hardass, albeit a fair one. His fellow agents respected him for a variety of reasons. No one would dare challenge him, disrespect him, or fuck with him. Which is why they found this situation so damned entertaining. There was only one man in this building Sebastian Hobbs didn’t stand a chance against. One sole little wolf Therian who could make him quake in his boots.

Hudson Colbourn.


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