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#TeaserTuesday - 10/17/17 Tried & True

Hello, all! This week's #TeaserTuesday brings us a fun little snippet from Tried & True.

[Dex] grabbed the bowl of gummy bears and chucked one over at Calvin, intent on smacking him in the face with gummy goodness when Hobbs pulled a Matrix and snatched the little bear out of thin air. He tossed it up and caught it in his mouth.

He winked at Dex, and Dex peered at him. “Okay, hotshot. Think fast.” He threw one at Angel, and Hobbs caught it. Damn. Big guy got some moves. Dex narrowed his eyes. He whipped out a hand, the gummy zipping toward Rosa. Hobbs dove over three of their friends and caught it.

“Oh my God, my spleen,” Angel groaned. He glared at Hobbs. “Dude, have you forgotten you weigh a fuckton?”

Hobbs tossed the gummy bear into his mouth and waggled his eyebrows.

Calvin grinned at Dex. “Ten bucks says he can catch the next one no matter where you throw it from.”

Dex jumped to his feet. “You’re on, Summers.” They both removed ten dollars from their wallets and placed them on the table. “Who’s in on this?”

Everyone placed their bets, and Dex looked around the bar. “Okay.”

Hobbs stood, and Dex crossed the room, garnering the attention of several patrons. More heads turned, curious to see what crazy Dex was up to. He held a thumb up to Hobbs, who didn’t move from beside the table. Weird. Hobbs smiled and nodded, his hand going behind him. What was he up to?

Dex took a gummy bear from the bowl and tossed it high into the air. He stared stupefied as Hobbs snapped his wrist and one of Bradley’s aluminum plates streaked through the air, hit one pillar, flew across the room, hit another pillar, and then Hobbs dove forward, rolled, and popped up to snatch the plate out of thin air. Dex’s jaw hit the floor.

Hobbs winked at him, peeled the little bear off the plate, then popped it into his mouth. The bar went nuts cheering, and Hobbs bowed first in one direction, then another. Dex stopped in front of him.

“Dude, how the—” He gasped, then marched over to Calvin. “Ooh, you took me for a ride.”

Calvin counted his winnings, then gave half to Hobbs. “And what a sweet ride it was. You should have seen your face. Oh, wait, you can.” Calvin held his cell phone up to Dex, and Dex stared at the video of him and his comically stupefied expression.

“Hustlers, the both of you,” Dex grumbled.


Copyright © 2017 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS Published by Dreamspinner Press.

#TeaserTuesday - 9/9/17 Tried & True, THIRDS Book 10

Hello, all! This week’s #TeaserTuesday is a snippet of our dynamic duo Dex and Sloane, from Tried & True, the final book in the THIRDS main series which is out November 24th. Happy reading!

“Holy fuck.”

Sloane straightened, his heart pounding. “What is it? Did you find the agent?”

“No, but I found something even better. Dude, Mrs. Bauman’s into BDSM.”

“What?” Sloane let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.

“Mrs. Bauman. She has an entire closet full of leather stuff, paddles, whips….”

“Why are you searching Mrs. Bauman’s closet?”

“For our guy, or girl, agent.”

“And a highly skilled enemy agent is going to be hiding in Mrs. Bauman’s closet?” Maybe they were taking a page out of Dex’s book. Dexter J. Daley’s 101 Places to Hide If You Want to Get Caught. Number 1. Bedroom Closet. Sloane let out a snort at the memory of a naked Dex hiding from Ash in the bedroom closet back when they’d thought they were being sneaky about their relationship. Of course the closet was the first place Ash looked.

Dex let out a bark of laughter. “Oh my God!”

“What now?” Sloane was going to strangle him.

“Mrs. Bauman has a strap-on.”

“I did not need to know that.”

“Ooh yeah, get your freak on, Mrs. Bauman. Just goes to show you, you’re never too old to get jiggy with it. Man, I hope we’re this adventurous when we get to her age. We’re probably going to need a little something-something to help with the, uh, you know, gravity, but we can make it work. Shit. What if Mrs. Bauman is the agent?”

“Really?”

“Think about it, Sloane. She always happens to pop up when I’m either compromised or half-naked.”

“I think that says more about you than it does our elderly neighbor.”

“I bet her walking that tiny prehistoric dog—which I’m convinced is some kind of wingless pterodactyl—is her doing surveillance. She’s probably got all kinds of explosives hidden in her housedress. Have you seen how ginormous the pockets are?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am I, Sloane? Am I really?”

“Yes.”

“Fine, but when she springs out at you like the wrinkly ninja she is and tries to strangle you with her hairnet, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I bet those rollers are actually grenades.”

“Stop talking.”


Copyright © 2017 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press.

#TeaserTuesday - 8/15/17 Finding Mr. Wrong

Hello, all! This week's #TeaserTuesday is a snippet from my upcoming Dreamspun Desires book Finding Mr. Wrong which is out Sept 1st, and currently available for pre-order from Dreamspinner Press.

Jax turned in the direction of his studio, stifling a gasp when Matthew wrapped his arm around Jax’s as they strolled down the street. They must have looked so mismatched. Matthew in his designer clothes, looking elegant and clean-cut, and Jax with his unruly hair, scruffy beard, dark jeans, and faded motorcycle jacket. They got looks as they walked by, and Jax couldn’t stop from murmuring an apology.

“What are you apologizing for?” Matthew asked, his expression puzzled.

“We keep getting looks. People are probably wondering what the hell a guy like you is doing with a guy like me.”

Matthew gaped at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“What?”

“They’re not staring at me, Jax. They’re staring at you.”

“I know,” Jax muttered, feeling embarrassed.

“They’re staring at you because you’re gorgeous.”

Jax frowned. “That’s sweet of you, Matthew, really, but it’s not necessary.”

“You don’t even see it, do you?”

Jax had no idea what Matthew was talking about.

“Jax, you’re a stunning man. When people look at me, they don’t see anything special, just an average-looking guy who probably has more money than sense. For some, I’m just another Wall Street yuppie. But you? You look like you just stepped out of a photo shoot. You’re a gorgeous, rugged man with a killer body, bad-boy looks, and a smile that makes people want to have your babies.”

Jax let out a bark of laughter at the last part. He shook his head and snickered. “Stop.”

Matthew arched an eyebrow. “You don’t believe me, huh?” He came to a halt, and to Jax’s disbelief, Matthew stopped a young couple walking arm in arm.

“Excuse me. Would you help me settle a bet?”

The couple eyed him warily, but nodded. The young man, holding his sweetheart, arched an eyebrow at Matthew.

“Matty,” Jax grumbled. He could not believe Matthew was doing this.

“I’m trying to prove a point to my friend here. Would you have his babies?”

The young woman’s eyes widened. She looked Jax over and didn’t hesitate. “I would so have his babies.” She turned to her man, who nodded his agreement.

“I’d totally have his babies,” he replied.

Jax stared at them, his jaw slack. He opened his mouth to say something, when a white-haired elderly woman in a tennis visor and velvet pink tracksuit paused long enough to look Jax over. Her bright blue eyes twinkled with mischief as she spoke.

“Honey, I might not be able to have his babies, but that wouldn’t stop me from trying.”

Jax laughed and gave her a wink, then snorted out another laugh when she fanned herself with her hand.

“Thank you,” Matthew said, turning to Jax with a smug smile. “See.” He wrapped his arm back around Jax’s and started walking again, his smile wide. “Everyone wants to have your babies.”

He’s nobody’s definition of Mr. Right—but that might make him perfect.

Matthew Hart is heir to the family fortune and owner of Hart & Home. When a near-death experience has Matthew fretting over the future, he decides he needs a husband, and not just any husband—an appropriate man to protect the Hart legacy. The last thing Matthew expects is to cross paths with Jax Foster, his first love and the boy who crushed his heart when he disappeared.

Jax is unlikely to make Matthew’s list of suitable candidates. Bad boy, vagabond, deep in debt, with a father who can’t keep out of trouble, Jax has nothing to offer—except his heart and a second chance at the romance they never got to explore.

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#TeaserTuesday - 8/1/17 The Foxling Soldati

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Hello, all! Just a little over two weeks before the second Soldati Hearts book The Foxling Soldati is released! I'm so excited! This week's #TeaserTuesday features a snippet from the book which is now available for preorder from Dreamspinner PressAmazonKindleBarnes & NobleKobo, and iBooks.

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“King Pavoni is an arrogant, greedy bastard who believes everyone should kiss his boots. He doesn’t merely allow his warriors to behave in a deplorable manner—he encourages it. He takes what he wants and treats his servants like slaves and playthings. It’s disgusting.”

“Rayner,” Khalon warned gently. He lifted his eyes from his letter to meet Rayner’s gaze.

Rayner cleared his throat. “Forgive me. There is no love lost between us.”

Riley frowned, puzzled, and Khalon let out a sigh.

“Pavoni wished to unite our kingdoms through marriage. As I was destined to mate with a Soldati prince, that left Rayner as the next most powerful Soldati. Pavoni suggested—”

“Insisted,” Rayner corrected.

“Insisted,” Khalon acquiesced, “that Rayner marry Prince Merlo.”

“But you didn’t love him?” Riley offered.

Love? The question perplexed Rayner for a moment. Then he remembered Riley had lived among humans who chose their mates. Not everyone was so lucky. Rayner fortunately had some say in who he wed, due to his rank. He frowned deeply. “Worse than that. If I agreed to the marriage, Merlo would have power within the Soldati Realm through me, which would mean Pavoni would have power over the Soldati because Merlo is his puppet. Merlo has never had a singular thought of his own in his life. Pavoni isn’t interested in uniting our kingdoms. He wants power. I wasn’t about to give the bastard control over me or the Soldati.” Thankfully, Khalon had agreed with Rayner on all accounts.

“What happened?” Riley asked, eyes wide. “I’m guessing he didn’t take the rejection well.”

Khalon sat back with a sigh. “Pavoni is known for getting his way, always. So no, he did not take it well. Especially when someone below his station tells him he would rather, um—” Khalon winced. “—get sucked off by a demon and have his cock rot off than marry Prince Merlo.”

Toka coughed into his hand, clearly an attempt to keep from laughing. Riley had no such luck, and he was soon in tears from laughing so hard. Khalon was trying desperately to keep his frown in place, but Riley’s laughter was obviously making it difficult, and Khalon’s lips twitched up in the corners.

“Oh my God, Rayner, you said that?” Riley wiped a tear from his eye. “The dude must have been so pissed off.”

“That would be an understatement,” Khalon informed him. “As you can imagine, Pavoni has held a great deal of contempt for Rayner since that day.”

“The feeling is mutual,” Rayner muttered.

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#TeaserTuesday - Courage and the King (North Pole City Tales, Book 6)

Hello, all! It's been a while since my last #TeaserTuesday. My deadlines have been a wee bit crazy, but I'm hoping to get back on track. Here we have a snippet from Courage and the King, the final book in the North Pole City Tales series which features Dasher, and the imposing King of Frost-Eirik Frost. This is due for release in December of this year. Enjoy!

Rudy joined his Rein Dear brethren, and there were hugs all around. He laughed as he faced Dasher. “That was quite some flying. What in Kringle creation were you doing?”

I wasn’t doing anything! It was your blasted beau.”

Jack joined Rudy at his side, his frown deep. “Me? What on earth are you blabbering on about?”

“You were toying with my biplane,” Dasher accused, poking Jack in the chest.

Oh, but this was far more entertaining than Eirik expected. No one ruffled Jack’s feathers like Dasher. Eirik remained just outside the grand archway as Dasher followed Jack up the main stone stairway, heading in his direction, so absorbed by his grievance with Jack that he hadn’t noticed Eirik. Dasher always noticed Eirik.

“I did no such thing,” Jack insisted.

“As if I’d believe you.”

“When have I ever held my tongue where you’re concerned?”

“Point taken, but if it wasn’t you, who was it?” Dasher reached the top step just as he said the words. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, and came to a halt mere inches away from Eirik. Heads in the clouds these Christmas elves. It was a wonder they didn’t float away. Dasher’s mouth hung open and Eirik tapped his fingers under the elf’s chin to aid him in closing it.

“You look like a fish,” Eirik muttered, ignoring the way Dasher’s full lips spread into a wide smile that reached his ocean blue eyes. Not that Eirik paid attention to that sort of thing. They were simply hard to miss against such fair skin. As was the pink that came into his cheeks. Dasher seemed happy to see Eirik. What a strange little elf.

After that nasty ordeal with Cupid’s brother Gunne, where Cupid had come to Eirik for help in reuniting Jack and Rudy, Eirik had warned Dasher to stay away. Dasher’s words to him that day burrowed deep beneath Eirik’s skin, forcing him to feel emotions he’d long buried. They haunted him.

“Your heart still beats, your majesty. You’re simply afraid to let it beat for someone else.”

The audacity of the elf! To presume he knew Eirik, or his fears. That for a moment he understood what Eirik felt his in his heart.

“Hi,” Dasher said softly.

Eirik arched an eyebrow. Dasher seemed to have lost all thought function until someone cleared their throat. Snapping himself out of whatever trance he appeared to have been in, Dasher quickly bowed.

“Your Majesty.”

“I see you still have quite the ways to go on those manners.” Eirik turned to head back inside. Much to his irritation, Dasher scurried up beside him.

“Maybe you can teach me?”

“Perhaps instead we could test your cold threshold.”

Dasher chuckled. “Admit it, you missed me.”

Eirik let out a snort of disgust. The elf was delusional. He came to a halt, his frown deep as he looked down his nose at Dasher. “Why are you following me?”

“Why are you allowing it?” Dasher’s smile was wicked.

The Christmas elf posed a good question. Why was he allowing it? “My purpose here is to support my son, and help him celebrate his marriage. I will not permit anyone to cause him, or his groom-to-be any grief. Consider yourself very fortunate.”

Dasher bowed gracefully. “You are most magnanimous, Your Majesty.”

Oh, for Kringle’s sake! The elf was absolutely hopeless.

“Dasher!” Cupid called out from several feet away. “Our rooms are this way!”

“Coming!” Dasher turned back to Eirik, his smile still in place. He bowed before Eirik once more. “Until we meet again, Your Majesty.” When he straightened, he placed his hand over his heart. “I will keep you in my thoughts.”

Eirik rolled his eyes, and Dasher darted off.

The toy soldiers accompanied the Rein Dear, helping them with their vast number of trunks and belongings while several palace staff escorted them to the royal wing where the bedchambers assigned to the Rein Dears were located. Their laughter and chatter reverberated through the halls.

Malachi stood beside Eirik, his gaze on Dasher. “Persistent, isn’t he?”

Was that amusement he saw in his brother’s eyes?

“Exasperating is what he is,” Eirik grumbled, as he observed the spectacle before him. “Good Goddess, it’s as if they’re moving in. How can creatures so small have so much luggage?”

Malachi chuckled. “Says the winter spirit with his own caravan.”


Copyright © 2017 Charlie Cochet. North Pole City Tales published by Dreamspinner Press.

#TeaserTuesday - 4/18/17 Darkest Hour Before Dawn (THIRDS, Book 9)

This week's #TeaserTuesday is from Darkest Hour Before Dawn, the ninth book in the THIRDS series, which is out April 25th. Just one week until release day! I'm so excited! Happy Reading!

“What are you doing?”

Hudson pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes slightly wide. He poked his tongue out to lick his bottom lip.

Christ, how could one man have such an effect on him? Seb put a hand to his heart, the other against the wall to the side of Hudson’s head. “You’re killing me here, Lobito.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“No.”

Hudson eyed him. “No? What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I’m not going to stop calling you that.” Just like he’d never stop loving Hudson, or missing him, needing him, wanting him. He’d had enough of giving in to Hudson’s every whim simply because Hudson asked. It was what he’d always done, and look how well that turned out. Time to do things a little different.

Hudson blinked up at him. “But… I asked you not to.”

“Well, we don’t always get everything we want, do we, sweetheart?”

“Why are you being so difficult?”

“Why are you determined to drive me out of my fucking mind?” Seb growled.

“I’m doing no such thing.”

“Really? So you weren’t letting Trent dry-hump you to make me jealous?”

Hudson’s jaw dropped. “Of all the bloody cheek!” When he next spoke, it was through his teeth. “I was dancing.”

“And watching me.”

“Because you were watching me. Or do you think I can’t feel it when your eyes are on me?”

Seb grunted. “Hard not to when you’re making a spectacle of yourself.”

Hudson’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, fire burning behind his eyes. “Piss off, Sebastian. I can dance with whomever I damn well please. What you choose to believe is your concern. How dare you judge me? Why don’t you go find West? He couldn’t keep his hands off you, and you obviously enjoyed it.” Hudson was indignant, a pain in the ass, and the most beautiful thing Seb had ever seen. Since when did Hudson get jealous? Not even when they’d been together had Hudson ever become jealous. If he had, Seb never saw it. Hudson was always calm and in control, rational and sensible.

Seb placed his fingers under Hudson’s chin and lifted his face so he could look into his eyes. “You’ve ruined me, you know. I can’t love anyone else.”

“You need to move on, Sebastian.”

“Then give me back the heart you stole from me.” Seb ran his thumb over Hudson’s bottom lip. “You’re a very beautiful thief. Stealing hearts, just to break them and leave them irreparable.”

“If West isn’t enough, I wouldn’t fret. There’s no shortage of cheetah Therians in Recon to fill your bed.”

“Jesus, the mouth on you,” Seb growled, feeling his anger rising. Hudson knew which buttons to push, and he was pushing them all mercilessly.


Copyright © 2017 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press. 


#TeaserTuesday - 4/4/17 The Foxling Soldati

Hello, all! This week's teaser is from The Foxling Soldati, book 2 in the Soldati Hearts series which is currently in edits and due for release late July.

A fierce roar echoed through the woods, and Toka gave a start. His heart beating wildly. It was Khalon. He giggled at Rayner’s deadpan expression when he spoke.

“I swear it’s as if he knows I’m enjoying myself.”

Toka gave Rayner a playful shove. “Go on. Your king summons you.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” Rayner teased, drawing Toka into his strong arms. “When he’s being a pain in the backside, he’s my king, but when he’s being magnanimous, he’s our king.” Rayner growled and nipped at Toka’s neck. The scoundrel.

Toka couldn’t help his laugh. “You are a rogue of the worst kind, sir. Charming foxlings with that handsome face and naughty smile. Having your wicked way with them in forests only to leave them pining for your touch.”

Rayner paused. He looked worried as he studied Toka. “You don’t really believe that, do you? That I have my wicked way with other foxlings?” He brushed his fingers down Toka’s jaw. “I promise you, you’re the only foxling I desire.”

Toka smiled sweetly, and he cupped Rayner’s cheek. He smiled and stood on his toes to give Rayner’s lips a sweet kiss. “I know I’m the only foxling you desire.” His smile turned mischievous. “However, the rest is true. You’re handsome, have a naughty smile, you’ve had your wicked way with me, and I’ll most certainly be pining for your touch the moment you step away.”

Rayner licked his bottom lip, his amber eyes glowing with a familiar fire. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to make certain I don’t leave you without my touch for very long.”

Toka pressed himself against Rayner, took Rayner’s hand, and placed it to his backside. “I’ll be waiting.”

“Oh, but I see I’m not the only one who’s wicked,” Rayner said with a groan. Another roar resounded through the woods, and Rayner sighed. Their king was not the most patient man. Rayner took Toka’s hand in his and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “Until our next encounter, my foxling.”

Toka nodded, watching Rayner turn, then break into a run, as sleek and graceful in his human form as he was in his feline body. Rayner changed into his tiger form and stopped to look over his shoulder with a chuff before running off. Toka placed a hand to his rapidly beating heart, unable to believe what had happened. He could barely contain his grin. For the first time in centuries, he felt… so wonderfully happy. It was foolish to think he and Rayner could have a future together, and yet his heart was filled with so much hope.


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