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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.


#TeaserTuesday - 8/9/16 THIRDS Book 9

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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.


#TeaserTuesday - 8/16/18 The Soldati Prince (Soldati Hearts, Book 1)

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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!

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“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.”

“Riley—”

“Coffee.” At some point Khalon would learn. Then again….

“You insolent—”

“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.

“Coffee.”

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.


#TeaserTuesday - 10/18/16 Thick & Thin, THIRDS Book 8

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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.

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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.”


#TeaserTuesday - 11/8/16 Soldati Hearts, Book #2

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Hello, all! This week’s #TeaserTuesday is actually supposed to be last week's #TeaserTuesday. I was out of town and had edits due and so it completely slipped my mind. I'll be sure to stay on top of it. Next week's will go up as scheduled. Here we have a snippet from the first chapter of my current work in progress, the second Soldati book, which is Toka and Rayner who appear in The Soldati Prince which is out November 21st from Dreamspinner Press and now available for pre-order from Amazon, ARe, and B&N as well. Enjoy!

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When I catch you, you’ll have to give me anything I desire.

Toka wasn’t prepared for the silky words, and he faltered, his paw catching on a rock, sending him tumbling. Oh, sugar! He changed to his human form and sat up, eyes narrowed when a familiar shadow stretched over him. A hand appeared before his face, and with a groan, Toka accepted, slipping his smoky colored hand into the fairer one on offer. It was large and warm, enveloping Toka’s. Cheeks flushed, Toka was pulled to his feet.

“You cheated,” Toka mumbled pitifully.

Rayner’s amber eyes sparkled with mischief, his husky laugh sending a shiver through Toka. Why did the man have to be so darned handsome?

“Perhaps,” Rayner admitted, placing his hands to Toka’s waist as he edged closer then walking him back against a tree. He smelled wonderful. Of sandalwood, juniper, and cedar with something else mixed in, along with a scent unique to Rayner, one Toka would know anywhere.

“What… is it that you desire?” Toka’s breath hitched as the black of Rayner’s eyes spread, leaving slivers of molten amber. Rayner’s proximity was doing awfully naughty things to Toka’s body, especially when Rayner eliminated the distance between them, his knee between Toka’s legs.

“You’re trembling,” Rayner said, his sinful lips inches from Toka’s temple, and his breath hot against Toka’s skin. He brushed the back of his fingers down Toka’s bare arm before bringing them to rest under his chin, tilting his head back.

Oh, goodness. Toka swallowed hard. His eyes widened slightly, and his lips parted when Rayner dropped his gaze to Toka’s lips.

“What I desire, my little fox, is a kiss from those sweet lips.”

“Anything,” Toka breathed, curling his fingers into Rayner’s sleeves. He loved the way Rayner eclipsed Toka’s slighter frame. The breadth of his shoulders was impressive, leading to an expansive chest with muscular arms hidden beneath the billowy black sleeves from the shirt he wore beneath the chestnut colored jerkin. His thighs were powerful, his calves strong and sheathed in leather black boots. Rayner exuded more than strength, power, and confidence. He radiated an inescapable sensuality, one others couldn’t help but gravitate toward when he was close.

“You shouldn’t make such promises.” Rayner brushed his lips over Toka’s. “I have a very wicked imagination.”

Tokay whimpered, making Rayner chuckle. “You’re teasing me,” Toka said with a huff, turning his head away. Rayner took hold of his chin, and turned his head back to meet his gaze.

“Oh, but I’m very serious, my little fox.”


Copyright © 2016 Charlie Cochet. The Soldati Prince published by Dreamspinner Press.


#TeaserTuesday - 11/15/16 The Soldati Prince (Soldati Hearts, Book 1)

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Hello, all! Today we have an excerpt from my upcoming release The Soldati Prince which is out on November 23rd! It's currently available for pre-order from Dreamspinner PressAmazonKindleAll Romance eBooks, and Barnes & Noble. I just submitted the second book which is Rayner and Toka, along with more from Riley, Khalon, and the Soldati Realm.

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Around them the birds chirped and Riley smiled when he saw some squirrels playing. Soon some other furry little creatures joined in. A group of rabbits appeared, heading swiftly in the same direction. Did rabbits travel in packs?

“Um….” Riley caught up to Rayner. “Quick question.”

Khalon let out a heavy sigh. “Your questions are never quick. And here I thought I might have a moment’s peace.”

“Your charm continues to astound me,” Riley drawled before turning his attention back to Rayner. “Are the animals in this forest always in such a hurry?”

Rayner stopped. He sniffed the air and narrowed his eyes, peering into the woods. He turned and gave Adira a nod. She leaped into action, darting off into the woods while Ezra took off in a different direction. That didn’t bode well.

“What’s going on?” Riley asked, a chill spreading through him. He didn’t like this. Something was wrong. There was a distant roar and Rayner’s eyes widened. He grabbed Riley’s arm.

“Run!”

Before Riley could ask, the sun was swallowed in darkness, or so it seemed. A thick fog rolled into the woods all around them and Khalon pulled Riley between him and Rayner as they sped down the trail. The fog became so thick Riley couldn’t see what lay two feet ahead of him. He trusted Rayner and Khalon not to run him into a tree.

A horrifying shriek resounded before it multiplied into several more, followed by two familiar roars. Riley’s heart was ready to beat out of him. He didn’t need to be told what was behind them. The tattoos on his arm burned but he ignored it, too horrified by the noises coming from within the fog. He could barely see a thing, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was scared shitless. Whatever number of demons had shown up in the alley last night was nothing compared to what was after him now.

“Khalon, what’s happening?” Riley asked as he did his best to keep up with the warriors on either side of him. He really needed to lay off the cake. If he survived he’d have to remember to thank Tura for the boots because his sneakers—and feet—wouldn’t have survived the jagged rocks and harsh terrain of the woods. An icy wind whipped in his face and his lungs ached from his heavy breathing, but he continued to push himself, his boots kicking up dirt and pebbles as he raced down the path.

“There’s a village not far from here,” Khalon informed him. “Straight ahead. Whatever you do, don’t look back, and don’t stop.”

Despite what Khalon might think, Riley wasn’t an idiot. He had no intention of stopping until he either ran out of ground or collapsed from exhaustion. Amazing how the threat of being killed by demons unlocked a level of athleticism Riley never knew he had.

The noise intensified and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Something was close. He could feel it. Like it was clawing at his soul. His chest got tight and it suddenly became harder to breathe. What the hell? Was he running out of steam already? He wasn’t that out of shape. His lungs burned and he felt dizzy. No, this was something else. His vision flickered, and when a strange pulse erupted from his chest, he got scared and cried out.

“Khalon!”

Riley didn’t know why he called Khalon’s name, but when the world around him spun off its axis, his vision growing dark and his legs giving out from under him, he was relieved and grateful Khalon was there to catch him.

 

#TeaserTuesday - 12/6/16 The Foxling Soldati (Soldati Hearts, Book 2)

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Hello, all! This week's Teaser Tuesday is a snippet from the second Soldati Hearts book The Foxling Soldati which was just contracted by Dreamspinner Press! The first book, The Soldati Prince was just released on November 23rd, and you can find out more about it here.

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“You look ridiculous.”

Rayner blinked at Adira as she joined him in the corridor on the way to Khalon’s study. He smiled sweetly. “And a good morning to you, countess. Why am I ridiculous this time?”

“Don’t call me that,” she groused. “You’re smiling like an idiot.”

Rayner chuckled. “It’s good for the soul. Perhaps you should try it sometime.”

Adira released the most indelicate, unladylike snort. “The moment I start smiling like that, I’ll hang up my sword.  You and Khalon are worse than fledgling Soldati. One smile from those pretty boys, and you’re stumbling over yourselves.”

Rayner shrugged. “What’s wrong with smiling? Or pretty boys?”

“Nothing is wrong with either. Smiling is fine, in moderation. There are times I wonder if Khalon has lost his senses.”

“It’s called being in love, Adira.” Had his dear friend ever been in love? He couldn’t recall her ever speaking of it, much less displaying any signs of amorous affection toward any male or female Soldati, or anyone else for that matter. No, wait, there had been that one time during the Soldati Summer Solstice Festival where Rayner had spotted Adira tucked behind one of the tents kissing a stunning Soldati warrior with silky dark skin and the most incredible gold/green eyes he’d ever seen. What was her name? Fiorentina.

Adira’s eyebrows shot up near her hairline. “Are you telling me you’re in love?”

Rayner puckered his lips as if to kiss her. “Why? Would it make you jealous?”

“Not even if you were the last Soldati in the realm.” She narrowed her steel gray eyes at him. “Are you?”

“The last Soldati in the realm?”

Her exasperated sigh was music to his ears. “You exhaust me.”

“Did Fiorentina exhaust you?” He wriggled his eyebrows, and the scandalous expression that crossed her face was too much. Rayner threw his head back and laughed. Teasing Adira was always such fun. Not nearly as fun as aggravating the hell out of Khalon, but still quite fun.


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