Hello, all! Starting August 2nd here on the blog we're going to have #TeaserTuesday where I'll be posting short snippets or a few lines from whatever book I'm currently writing. #TeaserTuesday will happen every 1st and 3rd Tuesday of the month. Next week's snippet will be from THIRDS, Book 8 Seb and Hudson's book.
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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!
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.
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.
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!
“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.
Hello, all! This week's #TeaserTuesday brings us an excerpt from the extended version of The Soldati Prince, the first book in the Soldati Hearts series. It's currently in edits and is due for release in November. Enjoy!
“Are you listening?” Khalon growled.
Riley rolled his head toward Khalon to deliver what his manager Clara once informed him was the most spectacular “fuck off and die” look she’d ever come across. Riley couldn’t help it. He’d been dragged out of bed at an unholy hour—ass-crack-of-dawn early—and after being awake long enough to remember where the hell he was, the servants brushed his teeth for him, got him dressed, tried to comb his hair—which was followed by him making grunting noises at them because it was too damn early for that—and the next thing he knew, he was in a dining hall, flopping down into a chair next to this asshole, and oh my God, was the guy still talking? Dude, stop. Just stop.
Khalon narrowed his eyes. “Did you hear any of what I just said?”
“Nope.” Riley grinned as Khalon’s nostrils flared. There was a good chance the guy was about to punch him in the face, but it would be worth it to see Khalon lose his shit. Let’s try this again. “Coffee.”
“Coffee.” At some point Khalon would learn. Then again….
“Nope.” Riley sighed. “Coffee.”
Khalon slammed a fist on the table, making the tableware rattle. “Stop saying that!”
“Sure. When I get my…. Wait for it….”
Khalon gave him an impressive “don’t you dare” look.
Oh, I dare.
Riley could practically see the steam coming out of Khalon’s ears. Seriously. All he wanted was some coffee. Was that too much to ask?
The ginormous elegantly decorated banquet hall came equipped with a table long enough to seat an army, and yet there was only the five of them having breakfast. The spread was incredible. They had eggs prepared every way imaginable. Scrambled, poached, over easy, over hard, fried, turned into omelets, quiches, frittatas, along with potatoes cooked up in all different ways, various types of bread, baskets of fruit, platters of meats, various fruit juices, but not one freaking cup of coffee. What kind of heathens was he dealing with?
Across the table from him, Rayner let out a snicker before quickly putting a fist to his mouth and coughing. Most likely as a response to Khalon’s indignant glare. Khalon sat at the head of the table in a throne-like chair that would have made any fantasy geek wet his pants. Riley kept wanting to touch the ornate tiger-claw armrest, but he had no desire to lose a limb. Khalon turned his attention back to Riley and leaned toward him with a menacing snarl. Riley leaned away slowly.
“Now you listen here. While you’re in my kingdom, you will do as I command.”
Riley opened his mouth when Adira jumped out of her chair and slammed her hands down on the table. “For the love of our ancestors, Khalon, get him some bloody coffee before I stab you all with my butter knife!”
Wow. Okay. Riley stared at Adira along with the rest of them. She resumed her seat, snatched a croissant off a platter, and began to tear into it like she was disemboweling an enemy. Note to self, do not piss off Xena.
“I know you disagree, Cupid, but this is a terrible idea. Having a Dockal—”
“Calder,” Cupid corrected politely. “His name is Calder.”
Donner summoned patience. How could Cupid not see? “Very well. Having Calder under the same roof as Jack Frost is a terrible idea.”
Cupid blinked up at him innocently. “Jack was the one who offered his home for my training.”
“Yes.” Donner lowered his voice. “So that he could keep a close eye on Calder.”
“Excuse me, but I can hear you,” Calder stated, his smooth voice a deep rumble. “Turning away from me doesn’t stop me from still being in the room.”
Donner spun on his heels and glowered at the ridiculously tall elf. Honestly. What elf needed to be so blasted tall? Or wide. Or… square jawed. “Then stop listening to a conversation that doesn’t concern you.”
Calder arched an eyebrow at him. “You’re speaking about me, so it concerns me. Greatly. This whole encounter concerns me greatly.”
Donner bristled. “Just what are you implying?”
“You’re a perplexing elf.”
“And you’re… you’re very… tall. And irritating.” Donner wanted to smack the amusement right off the infuriating elf’s face. His eyes were also very unsettling. As if staring into them for too long might cost Donner his immortal soul.
Calder nodded slowly. “I see.”
“No, I don’t think you do.” Donner marched up to Calder, then jabbed a finger against his chest. Plum pudding, that hurt! He discreetly pulled his hand behind his back to shake it off. Was the elf made of granite? “Mayor Kringle might have thought it a jolly good idea for you to train Cupid, but you shouldn’t be here. And I don’t mean here in Jack’s palace—though you clearly shouldn’t be here either—but in North Pole City. No good can come of it.”
Instead of getting angry, Calder leaned forward, his smile wicked. “It would seem, my little dear, that you could use some bad in your pristine and perfect life.”
Donner’s jaw dropped. He sputtered madly. “How dare—what did you call me?” He turned to Cupid. “Did you hear what he called me?”
Cupid bit down on his bottom lip and nodded. Was that amusement in his eyes? The traitor! Donner spun back to Calder, unaware the elf had moved closer. They were practically nose to nose. Donner retreated swiftly, tripping over his own feet and letting out a squeak as he fell. A strong arm caught him midfall, and Donner stared up at Calder.
“Everything all right in here?” Rudy asked as he walked into the room, Jack at his side.
Donner gasped. Trust the Prince of Frost to catch him in a compromising position with a Dockalfar. Not that he would ever do anything remotely compromising with this beast. Of course Jack and Rudy didn’t know that. Oh, the gossip would be terrible!
“Take your hands off me, you cad!” Donner swung his book, letting out a yelp when the arm around him disappeared, and he hit the carpet with a thud.
“Donner!” Cupid ran over to help him up. “Are you all right?”
“No thanks to him,” Donner seethed.
Calder shrugged. “You asked me to release you.”
“Have you no manners at all?” Donner scrambled to his feet and quickly straightened his clothes before running a hand through his hair. He glared at the smug Dockalfar. “Perhaps treating others in such a manner is acceptable in whatever dark cave you crawled out of, but out here, where elves are civilized, we do not go about manhandling others and dropping them on their backsides.”
“Oh?” A wicked smile spread across Calder’s face. “I’m intrigued. What do you do with their backsides?”
Donner’s jaw went slack. “You… you….” He waved his book at Calder. “You, sir, are reprehensible!”
“Better reprehensible than a prude,” Calder replied pleasantly.
“All right, that’s enough,” Jack reproached them. “What’s going on in here?”
Cupid stepped in front of Calder, as if his tiny elf frame was any match for Jack Frost. His trust in his brother was admirable, if not sadly misplaced. The elf was deplorable.
Hello, all! This week's #TeaserTuesday brings us an excerpt from Disarming Donner, book 5 in the North Pole City Tales series which is due for release in December. Enjoy!
Where was everyone?
“Perhaps we can find a way to amuse ourselves until the others arrive.”
Donner’s cheeks burned, and his heart fluttered most awfully. He spun on his heels and found himself face-to-chest with Calder. Swallowing hard, he lifted his chin. It wasn’t right for an elf to be so tall, or so… broad and muscular. Calder smiled, and Donner’s heart fluttered again. How very annoying.
Calder moved his arm, and Donner took a quick step back. He was surprised when Calder held out his hand.
Donner blinked up at him. “What are you doing?”
Calder nodded toward the empty ballroom floor.
“I’m not dancing with you.” The very nerve. As if Donner would do such a thing. It would require him holding Calder’s hand and getting… close.
Calder shrugged. He put one hand to his chest and held the other out before he began to dance and sway. Plum pudding. The elf had gone mad. Calder smiled as he danced, his large stature not impeding his easy grace in the least. Donner would never have suspected the elf to possess such flair. It was difficult not to watch him, and even more so to appear indifferent. Not when Calder waltzed around him. The orchestra began to play a soft melody, and Donner cursed under his breath. Were they trying to be droll?
“Join me,” Calder said.
“No.” Donner folded his arms over his chest. Absolutely not. Dance with a Dockalfar? Absurd. He could just hear the gossip now.
Seemingly unperturbed by Donner’s refusal, Calder began to sing.
Oh for the love of holly. He sings too? Calder sang in a smooth baritone that did the strangest thing to Donner’s skin. He didn’t like it one bit. He especially didn’t like it when Calder sang about Donner’s eyes and the stars.
Calder danced closer, his voice low and dripping with honey. “Dance with me.”
“I’ll do no such thing.”
“Afraid I’ll sully your reputation?” He stopped behind Donner and murmured in his ear. “Or afraid you might like it?”
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.”
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