Hello, all! This week’s #TeaserTuesday brings us an excerpt from Thick & Thin, THIRDS Book 8 which is due for release in February. I know you're thinking, hold on a bleeding minute! I thought Seb and Hudson's book was book 8? What kinda gummy bears has Charlie been snacking on? Tasty ones. Actually, after a chat with my publisher, we decided it made more sense to number Thick & Thin book 8 despite it being a novella. The reason for this is because it follows the series timeline just like the other books, and the plot ties into the next book: Seb and Hudson's book (now book 9).
If we didn't make Thick & Thin book 8 then there was a chance it would get lost in the retailer shuffle, and readers might miss this important little novella. Keeping all the main series books numbered and in order will mean no one misses any important plot points or story. So nothing has changed in the schedule, the book numbers have just shifted because Dex is a diva and we all know what happens when he doesn't get his way. We're lucky the books aren't named after gummy bear flavors.
Dex smiled at his dad as he made his way over to the bed. He took a seat in the armchair beside it. “Listen, Dad. I know you want to be cool like the rest of Destructive Delta, but this wasn’t necessary.”
“So getting shot isn’t a prerequisite for your team?” Tony frowned. “Damn, must have missed the memo. Also, I was the king of cool when you kids were in diapers.”
“I’m going to have to disagree with you. Ash was never a baby. He was spawned grown and grumpy. Also, we’re going to have a discussion of your definition of cool, because your wardrobe choices in the eighties tells me your view on the topic might be a little skewed.”
Tony chuckled, and Dex’s chest tightened. He looked down at his hands. “Let’s not do this again, okay?”
“Come ’ere.” Tony held out his arms, and Dex stood and moved over to sit on the edge of the Therian-sized bed, then leaned in to hug his dad, his head coming to rest on Tony’s shoulder.
Dex shut his eyes tight, refusing to think about what could have been. Every day his team dealt with the possibility of losing someone they cared about. He couldn’t go down that path.
“You two are such dorks.”
Dex chuckled. With a sniff, he wiped away a rogue tear before sitting up. He let out a laugh at his brother’s bedhead. “The only dork here is the one I’m looking at. Nice do. Didn’t know you joined A Flock of Seagulls.”
Cael touched his hair and groaned, then ran his fingers through it. “They’re releasing Dad in a couple of days.”
“I don’t know why they can’t release me today,” Tony grumbled. “I’m fine.”
“I know, right?” Dex held back a smile. “I mean, I don’t understand how that bullet just didn’t bounce off you, what with you being indestructible and all.”
Tony huffed. “Smartass.”
“I think the doctor just wants to keep him here so he can flirt with Dad some more.” Cael wriggled his eyebrows, and Dex gasped. His lips curled into a wicked grin.
“Is that so?” Dex turned his attention to his dad. “Is he cute?”
Tony refused to answer, so Cael answered for him. “He’s a tiger Therian. I have dubbed him Dr. Scotty the Hotty. He’s Scottish, by the way. His hair is amazing.”
“Ooh. A sexy ginge.” Dex put his hand out and received a high-five from his brother. “Nice one, Chirpy.” He winked at his dad. “Bet he looks great in a kilt. And he’s a doctor. Wow. That’s a nice profession, isn’t it? Helping people, healing them.” He paused and held his dad’s gaze. “Bet he’s the real honest type too.”
Tony barely blinked, his gaze never wavering. Clearly he hadn’t told Cael about Sparks. “Bet he is,” Tony said pleasantly. “Speaking of secrets. There something you wanna tell us?”
Touché, Father Mine. Dex nodded. “You’re right. There is.”
Cael gasped. “You’re pregnant.”
Dex arched an eyebrow at him. “Really?”
“Sorry,” Cael said with a laugh. “I’m running on chocolate bars.”
Tony laced his fingers over his stomach, his lips pursed. “Your brother’s going to tell us how he singlehandedly killed the asshole who shot me.”