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Kerry Adrienne is back with another novel that’ll keep you up way past your bedtime.

Rocco Lazzaro meets the a new age, yoga instructor Devin in SCULPTOR’S DESIRE, the second novel Kerry Adrienne’s sizzling Gallant Gentlemen’s Guild series, out on August 27th. 2014 from Ellora’s Cave.

Kerry is offering a Release Day Blast contest for a $25 Amazon Gift Card & E-Copies of Sculptor’s Desire & Artists Touch, so be sure to click the Rafflecopter link at the bottom of this post!!

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Rocco Lazzaro is on a mission to find the perfect male body to sculpt. His inability to find “the one” has affected his creativity and he’s frustrated by his failure. With a Guild charity auction coming up, he’s expected to provide high quality sculptures, but the pieces he creates feel soulless.

When Devin, a yoga instructor, approaches him and offers to help, Rocco can’t quit thinking about the red-hot ginger. Devin’s New Age beliefs push Rocco away—he can’t deal with reality, much less mysticism. No auras and rainbows for Rocco—just stone and chisel and hammer.

But Devin is persistent. He knows he’s supposed to help Rocco find his muse—and he’ll stop at nothing to show him that the line between art and skin is very thin and a true muse can provide inspiration in many ways.


Rocco clutched the purple fliers and stared out at the busy park from his seat. He’d posted enough of the papers for the day, not that it mattered. He’d never had luck distributing them before—the responses had never lived up to his expectations. He set his backpack on the ground and leaned back against the wooden bench. Why bother? Not like the perfect man was going to walk up, pick up the flier and actually respond. Not in this lifetime.
He lowered the sunglasses over his eyes. The late afternoon sunlight didn’t thread through the full-summer trees in this part of Central Park, but his shades allowed him to “bulge watch” as the throngs of tourists and New Yorkers paid homage at the mosaic shrine to John Lennon. The circular black and white medallion with “Imagine” scripted across its center was a place of reverence. Disciples had outlined the medallion with a peace sign made of fresh-cut flowers, and tourists took turns posing and taking pictures in front of the makeshift altar.
Rocco scanned the visitors. The place was a people-watcher’s dream, and for a Monday, the crowd was huge. Summer in the city always brought the tourists in droves of asinine clothing and hats and noise. Still, he had hope he’d find the one he was looking for.
The man who’d make his dreams come true.
He set the fliers on the bench beside him, then picked up one purple sheet and folded it into a fan, carefully creasing each fold. He tried to breathe out the hot air, but no doubt about it, the June day was steaming. New York was a sweltering change from the Adirondack cabin where he’d spent most of his time in the last month. Still, he was happy to be back in the city—his second home. The cabin was great as a quiet place to work, even though it was small, but its remoteness made it impossible to people-watch and gain inspiration.
Rocco crimped the last crease. His apartment in one of the Guild’s brownstones felt like home away from home. The Guild’s large studio provided the best space he’d ever had to work—tons of light and plenty of quiet. And his guildmates were like brothers, always ready to support each other through any artistic struggle, though he supposed they too were growing tired of his search for a perfect man. No one had actually voiced it, but he felt a distinct difference in the tone of the conversation when he brought the search up in conversation. With the upcoming charity auction in October, most of the artists would be working overtime and even less inclined to listen to his plight.
He fanned himself with the folded flier. Nothing to see at the moment. Not a single possibility in the groups of people gathered in the small courtyard. He scanned the area. The top edge of the Dakota Apartments peeked over the trees and Rocco glanced over the rows of tightly curtained windows. He’d never been inside the lavish building, though he knew several Guild members had been to private parties there. Rocco had been invited many times but had always declined. Wealth and showmanship weren’t his thing. He preferred the simple life where nature set the style, not John Varvatos and Marc Jacobs.
Strawberry Fields was a prime tourist spot. Too bad today’s mob held few specimens worthy of a glance, much less a stare. I’d think the simple math odds would warrant at least a couple prospects. Add in summer shorts, and there should be at least a good bulge or two…
He glanced at the stack of fliers—about fifty of them left. He’d put up as many papers as he could around the park over the last hour. Who was he kidding? After years of searching, he might as well give up on finding the ideal male. He set the fan on the bench and shoved the stack of fliers into the front pocket of his backpack and zipped it up.
He’d held several open calls with no luck. Something inside him pushed him to keep looking, keep trying, no matter how many times he failed. The same something kept him awake at night and tore apart his thoughts during the day. He’d find what he was looking for and he wouldn’t stop until he did, no matter what it took. It didn’t matter if it cost him his friends, his guildmates, his sanity. That was art, wasn’t it?
“May I sit here?”
The soft, lilting voice wove through Rocco’s thoughts and he paused. He looked up and his breath caught in his throat when he saw where the voice originated. Broad shoulders and a flat abdomen encased in a perfectly tight white T-shirt. Tall, but not overly so. Blue jean shorts, snug. Red cropped hair that glistened gold at the tips and fell over in a lock of bangs. Rocco gazed from top to bottom and licked his dry lips.
Red, white, blue, and all American.
“May I?” the man repeated.
“Sure.” Rocco fumbled with his pack and slid over to make room on the wooden park bench, pushing his folded fan behind him and out of the way so the stranger could sit down.
“Thanks,” the man said, dropping onto the bench.
No, thank you. But not so close. The vibrations of the man sitting raced through the wood of the bench into wood between Rocco’s legs. He swallowed hard, pushing back the anxiety. “No problem,” he said, half-whispering. He peeked then gazed down again. Finally, someone worth looking at. Only the man was so freaking near, Rocco felt as if he could feel the heat emanating from the man’s hotness.
Too close. No comfort.
The man scooted back on the bench and stretched out his legs. “Long day. I’m exhausted. Didn’t expect there to still be such a crowd here this time of day.” He blew out a long breath and closed his eyes.
Despite the heat, a shiver raced through Rocco and he eyed the fluid line of the man’s form. If he’d had a sketchpad, he’d do a quick gesture drawing of the long stroke of torso and limbs.
Not knowing what to say, Rocco turned away. A group of noisy teens descended on the mosaic like a swarm of bees, laughing and shouting and taking photos of themselves in stupid poses. Rocco blinked away the distraction and looked back to the man sitting beside him.
Not bad. “Yeah.” Hell, not bad at all. “It’s crowded.” He squeezed his thighs together to control his body’s reaction. Why couldn’t the man have chosen to sit on the other side of the path where Rocco could observe without having to talk?
“Such a loud crowd, at that.” The man opened his eyes and peered at the teen spectacle then shook his head. “They need to relax. Chill. You’d think they’d never been outside before.”
Rocco nodded and followed his gaze. A teen had picked up one of the flowers from the medallion and was tossing it into the air and catching it. “Tourists. New York can’t live with them, or without them.”
“Tourist?” The man asked. “Aren’t you? I can’t place that accent, so I assumed you were. Where are you from?”
“Italy.” Rocco sat up straight, trying to not be obvious in staring at the man’s muscular legs. He must be some kind of athlete. Was this man a candidate or had the hour of staring at subpar specimens clouded Rocco’s judgment? “Well, born in Italy, but I’ve lived in the city for several years. Many, actually. I consider myself a New Yorker now.”
“Ah, so Italian with some city dialect. Not a tourist. What’s your name?”
Rocco flipped his sunglasses up onto his head. “Rocco Lazzaro. Not a tourist.” He forced a smile. Meeting new people in person wasn’t something he was used to doing.
“But very Italian, I see. Nice to meet you, Rocco.” The man held his hand out. “I’m Devin Johansson. Also not a tourist. I live on the East Side.”
Rocco took Devin’s hand in his own and shook it firmly, aware that his own hand was clammy with anxiety. “Good to meet you too, Devin.”
Devin clamped down on Rocco’s fingers and held on. “Oh. You have working hands,” he whispered. He pulled Rocco’s hand closer and rubbed Rocco’s palm with long, soft fingers. “And your aura shows great creativity.” He looked up. “What is it you do?”
The teens moved on down the park path, giggling and talking loudly as they went. Rocco glanced over at them, trying to still the shudder that played along his arm as Devin rubbed his hand. A calm, warm feeling flowed up through his arm and into his chest. Even in the summer heat, the warmth felt good. Too good. Wait, what did he say? What the hell?
“My what? My aura?” Rocco yanked his hand away, immediately aware of the loss of warmth. Great. The first good-looking guy he’d met this week was a fruit loop New-Ager. The city grew all types, but this was one type Rocco tried to avoid. These dopes talked too much and thought too much about weird things instead of reality.
Devin leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. He stared up into the trees, smiling. “Yeah, I can tell you are creative by your aura. So, what is it you do?”
Rocco scowled. “I’m a sculptor.” He wasn’t sure why he was telling Devin, or why he was even talking to the man in the first place. Am I that desperate? Do I look like a pity case? He straightened his sunglasses on top of his head and smoothed back his hair.
“I knew it.” Devin looked at Rocco, his eyes sparkling. “You work with your hands, I can tell. Your hands hold lots of kindness and feeling and warmth. I knew you were an artist of some kind.”
Rocco made eye contact. He nearly sighed aloud at the deep green in Devin’s gaze. A perfect offset to his red-gold hair and pale skin, which, oddly enough, seemed devoid of the freckles that redheads often sported. If Rocco were a painter, Devin would be a divine palette to experiment with.
“Good g-guess.” Rocco looked away. Something about intense men always caused him to lose his confidence, like maybe the men were peering into the innermost part of him and not running away. Like the fruit loop cast a spell.
“No, it’s really obvious.” Devin chuckled. “If you’re sensitive to reading people, you’re rarely wrong. It happens, but not often.” A look of doubt crossed his face and was gone in an instant.
A warm breeze pushed through the park, sweeping a few dry leaves across the trail in a crackle and rustling Rocco’s hair. He smoothed it down and settled the glasses back on his head.
How am I supposed to respond to that? Rocco fidgeted. Is he trying to get me to ask him something? “Well, okay. It’s obvious I’m an artist.” He had to get the conversation away from himself. Now. Not only was it uncomfortable, but Devin was in his personal space. “So what do you do, Devin? Besides tell people about their auras?” Magician? Fortuneteller? Horse Whisperer? He hoped Devin would notice the skepticism in his tone and lay off the hoodoo talk. Seeing colors around people? He’d heard of it before, sure. It was about as stupid as believing ancient aliens built the pyramids.
If Devin felt made fun of, he didn’t show it. “I’m a yoga instructor and meditation coach,” he said. “I meet clients here in the park and we embrace the movement of the sun and the moon and the seasons of nature. Here’s my card.” He pulled a neat stack of cards out of his shorts pocket and slid one off the top.
Rocco took the dark blue card. Embossed in gold lettering:
Devin Johansson, owner of City Dreams. Yoga, meditation, and spiritual healing—on my schedule or yours.
And quack. Rocco scooted forward on the bench. “Meditation, huh? Like being still for a really long time and breathing and not thinking?” He raised his eyebrows. This was going to be interesting.
“Yeah, I do group meditation classes on the Great Lawn on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings at seven. Free. You should join us. We had a great crowd today. Summer sessions are always well attended.”
“Thank you, but I don’t meditate. I sleep. That’s being still enough for me.” Rocco rubbed his palms on his jeans. “I do try and breathe every day though.” He held back a smirk. Something about being uncomfortable made him sarcastic, a smartass. He knew it but just couldn’t help himself. He looked out over the park. Why was he even embarrassed?
A noisy group of tourists wearing matching lime green T-shirts circled the medallion. Their guide spoke loudly about John Lennon and the crowd ooohed and ahhed. One woman sobbed.
Maybe Strawberry Fields wasn’t the best choice today. Too many weirdoes congregating. He should’ve checked the planetary alignment or star charts before he came because something was amiss. He smiled at his own cleverness.
“Well, maybe you should consider trying meditation. Your aura looks pretty blocked.” Devin scooted closer and lowered his voice. “Maybe I can help you find what you’re looking for. If you’ll let me.”
Rocco cleared his throat and stared at the woman crying, unable to look Devin in the eye. Was the fruit loop coming on to him? Rocco certainly wasn’t looking for a quick fuck, though there were plenty of opportunities in Central Park. So he’d heard, anyway. But if he wanted a quickie, the last place he’d pick was a dirty bathroom or out in public behind a butterfly bush just off the path. Being stung in the ass wasn’t worth it.
“Well, think about it,” Devin pushed. “I’d love to help you out. It’s what I do. I don’t know exactly what you’re looking for, but maybe I can help you. Us meeting here today wasn’t by chance.”
The hell it wasn’t. “Thanks. I’ll check out your website later.” When I have nothing else to do.
“Great. Please do.” Devin slid even closer until his leg brushed Rocco’s. “I don’t bite, Rocco. I help people.”
Rocco’s heart thudded and he yanked his leg away. How one man had gotten to him so quickly then left him scattered just as quickly was frightening. He had to get out of the park and back to the safety of what he knew. His work. His privacy. His studio.
The Guild auction was only a few months away and Rocco hadn’t even begun to sculpt his main piece. At this rate, he’d have to work in clay only. He shoved the card into the small front part of his backpack and zipped the pocket closed. “I gotta get back to work. Nice chatting with you, Devin.”
“Maybe I’ll see you around another time.” Devin closed his eyes. “I’m in the park most days for one thing or another. Just call me. I’ll meet you here any time you want. One-on-one assistance, if you prefer.”


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About Kerry Adrienne:

Vail-smallKerry loves history and spends large amounts of time wondering about people who lived and walked on Earth in the past. She’s a mom to three daughters, six cats, and various small animals, including a panther chameleon.

In addition to writing, she’s a college instructor, artist, costumer, and editor. Her new love is her Mini Cooper Convertible, Sheldon, and they have already gone on many adventures.

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I’m sure all of you have followed this blog for a while are familiar with my Coastal Magic Convention. For those who aren’t familiar, here’s a brief introduction…

CoastalMagic2015Vertical4Coastal Magic is a super casual, urban fantasy and paranormal romance focused convention in Daytona Beach, FL. With panels designed to start interesting discussion, and meet & greets with fun themes, we’ve got something for every fan. Join us for reader, blogger, and author shenanigans, and lots of “supernatural” inspired activities. Saturday’s charity book sale and signing is open to convention attendees, and FREE to the public. Come take a bite out of the beach with us!! Feb 5-8, 2015

Seressia Glass is one of the many fantastic Featured Authors for February’s event, and she was kind enough to interrupt her deadline schedule to share a bit about writing both paranormal AND contemporary stories, and how to juggle the two. Thanks so much to Laura, from Little Read Riding Hood, for arranging the post!


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I write under two names and in multiple genres. As Seressia Glass, I’ve written contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and urban fantasy with an upcoming contemporary, SPICE, coming in November. As Mallery Malone, I’ve written a medieval romance set in Ireland and contemporary romance with the first of the steamy Billionaire’s Club: New Orleans series, KNOCK OUT released July first.

Though this year is all about the steamy contemporary romances for both pen names, I love writing paranormal romance and urban fantasy especially since I get to weave my love of Ancient Egyptian mythology into my stories. I had so much fun writing my Sons of Anubis jackal shifters that I plan to self-publish more novellas in that series. I also plan to self-publish another three stories in my Shadowchasers urban fantasy series. Look for those continuations to happen next year.shadowfallfinal

It’s not easy switching gears from one genre to another, but it’s not impossible. For me, my stories at their core are about people facing their fears and making it through to the other side with the person or people who accept them as they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s shapeshifting jackals fighting the undead or a magic wielding bounty hunter who’s in danger of becoming the very thing she hunts. The emotional drive, the motivations and internal conflicts are the same. It’s the worlds that are different.

So how do I cleanse my brain when switching genres? Usually by reading something that’s completely outside of the genre I just completed. If I’ve just completed a paranormal romance, I’ll pick up an M/M or ménage erotic romance. If I’ve finished a contemporary project, I’m probably reaching for an urban fantasy or a historical romance.

My processes for writing in each genre is different too. Strangely enough, while I write to music for my paranormal and urban fantasy work—usually something New Age or world beat, or industrial if I’m writing a fight scene—I don’t write to music when I write contemporary. I do write with scent—usually rosemary or a clarity blend going in the oil burner. I suppose it’s because since the contemporaries are here and now—or rather, my version of here and now—it’s a lot easier to sink into the story and the characters. With paranormal romance and urban fantasy, I’m creating other, a world with different rules, different logic, different requirements. Though the internal conflicts are similar, the external conflicts aren’t. So I have a work a little harder to slip into that world, making sure that the rules and restrictions that I’ve established in previous stories are followed. Once I’ve set the mood, it’s easier to pull on the mental writer cap for that world, and the words begin to flow.

91heounmvfl-_sl1500_There are times when I have to write in both, like when I was finishing up my last Sons of Anubis novella while working on the proposal for the new contemporary series. Usually clearing the palate involved going to Facebook and spending way too much time playing Candy Crush. I’m proud to say that I’ve finally broken that addiction, but I’d made it past level 500 before I hit a wall!

Why do I write in different genres? Easy—I love to read different genres. I’ve been a voracious reader since I could understand the words on the cereal box. I went from comics to science fiction to fantasy then finally discovered romance novels in high school. I was thrilled to see so many subgenres in romance and I’ve enjoyed writing in the ones I love. I’ll keep going as long as I have stories to tell.

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Review: BLOOD & THUNDER by Charlie Cochet

Posted August 25, 2014 By mantasticfiction

BloodThunder200Author: Charlie Cochet
Release Date: August 4th, 2014
Pages: 240
ISBN #: 9781632161772
FTC Disclaimer: Book was provided by the author for the purpose of an honest review.



I’ve read this author before and loved her writing. I was totally unprepared for this. It was fantastic. Blood & Thunder is the second book in the THIRDS series, and I highly recommend reading them in order.


This book starts right where Hell & High Water left off, and once again we are getting the story through Sloane and Dex’s POV, which is something I loved about the first book. Their relationship has definitely intensified, along with their feelings for each other. I loved seeing the power struggle between these two. With Sloane having to be the team leader, he’s got to make some tough decisions. And Dex being, well Dex, is certainly pushing Sloane’s buttons, in a good and bad way.


I really liked how the author showed the softer side to both men too. We see Sloane beating himself up over his past and doubting that Dex will stick around after he learns the truth. I loved seeing that side of Sloane. Meanwhile, we see Dex being his usual funny self, but also feeling heartbroken by Sloane’s mental and physical distance. Now while I hate when characters I love are put through the wringer like this, I believe it makes them stronger – individually and as a couple. This is true for Sloane and Dex. I loved being there and watching their journey to find happiness with each other. I look forward to seeing them again in the next book.




I totally agree Lynn. In the second book we get to know the characters more. They become three dimensional – more depth, emotions, and investment in each other and the team. One of the things I loved about this second book was the knowledge gained about Sloane’s inner struggle with his decisions to pursue Dex. His choices manifest through his dreams. I feel the author uses these instances to further speak to Sloane’s strength of character, leadership, and depth of emotions. He is a very strong character and the new revelations do not detract from that image at all.


The author reveals even more about Dex’s character as well. Labelled by me as a jokester in book one, we get to see that extend towards the entire team. It allows them to deal with whatever the emotional crisis is at the moment. Dex is really a selfless person. His heart is not only with Sloane, but with the rest of the team and that is brought more to light.


Speaking of the other characters, we are invited to look deeper into who they are. Nothing like a good book with strong supporting characters. The author has put together a good team that I would like to defend me anytime. Additionally, they have each been given enough drama in their lives to reestablish the strong family unit.


The one thing that I did not like as much was the beginning. Wait…let me explain why. Hell & High Water and Blood & Thunder gives the impression of being written as a 600+ page book that was split into two installments. That would have been fine if I had just put down the first book. However, in my case, since I read H&HW several weeks ago, I spent more time than I would have liked trying to remember events and people from the first book. I would have preferred a few reminders to bring me up to speed at the beginning of B&T.


All that said, by the time chapter three began, I was soooooooooooo enthralled with this book that I could not put it down. I experienced many emotions. I even found myself laughing out loud, talking out loud, and at a couple of points, struggling not to cry out loud. I am glad no one was home when I was reading this. Blood & Thunder gets a 5-stars rating from me. I am eagerly awaiting the next release of this series.




I agree 100% with Lynn and Tina about the characterization of Sloane and Dex; great characters made better by the added complexity from Blood & Thunder. The first story was heavily Dex-centric so I liked that this one focused on Sloane. Past and present shame made him question his own leadership, and sometimes his sanity, which created an interesting dynamic. In addition, the roles of the other team members became clearer, allowing for many fun and endearing moments. Especially in relation to Dex, who is arguably the least complicated character. Even without their POV’s, there is no doubt that the team approves of the new guy. I look forward to hearing directly from them in their projected books.


I loved the human, therian, and romance elements of Blood & Thunder. I had problems with the action/mystery elements. The pacing was a bit frustrating because the reader knows Sloane is struggling but isn’t given much insight above the obvious until the very end. The same can be said for the clues the team acted on. I did not expect a lot of investigative-type events because it clearly states that Destructive Delta is not an investigative team. However, the clues provided were infrequent and required the reader to take huge leaps to follow. The ending had a great hook, yet lost impact because it felt rushed and unsupported, a major surprise after the balanced perfection of Hell & High Water. I wouldn’t want to lose any of the character building from this book, but I believe adding a few more pages/scenes/events devoted to the crisis would have connected more of the dots.


There are two other observations that readers may or may not like. The first issue: there has been minimal shifting. Personally, I am loving the shifter origins of the THIRDS series so I am not concerned about the amount of time spent in shifted form. The second issue: everyone and their brother, literally, is gay. The set-up for the core group makes sense, so does the bonus couple added in B&T. But as more characters are introduced, it would be easy to slip into convenient/soap opera territory. I hope that doesn’t happen.




We all agree that the characters drive this second installment of the THIRDS series. The war is complicated and ongoing and will unfold in due time, though we disagree on how slow or fast that will be. Nothing about this series is typical so expect the unexpected. We love that the shifter aspect is unique and fresh, so even readers who don’t generally like shifter stories will find enjoyment in these books. And the humor … so good.




You can see the group chat review of book one in the THIRDS series, HELL & HIGH WATER, on this week’s “Rec My Weekend” post.


Also, check out Charlie’s musical inspiration for the series, and BLOOD & THUNDER, on this week’s “Words & Music Monday” post.

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Words & Music Monday with Charlie Cochet

Posted August 25, 2014 By Jennifer


Today’s Words & Music Monday post is from an author who has my reviewers absolutely raving!!! Charlie Cochet’s THIRDS series is a witty, action packed, offering that, despite it’s paranormal/urban fantasy theme, is full of relatable characters. We are so, so happy to have her with us today to talk about the musical inspirations for Destructive Delta, and it’s members. (Links to our reviews of the first two books are listed at the bottom. Hint: GO BUY THEM… NOW… GO AHEAD… WE’LL WAIT HERE…)

CCochetRRWHello all! A big thank you to Books Make Me Happy for having me here today. Like many authors, I write to music most of the time. I love music and have always been a fan. In Rack & Ruin, the thirds THIRDS book (out in Nov), Dex is talking to Sloane about how he’s always loved music. How he remembered dancing around with his parents to his dad’s records while his mom made lemonade and baked cookies. Well, Dex’s experience was similar to my own.

When I was little, ever since I could remember, there was music in my house. My dad would play is ABBA, Elvis, and Beatles records along with a host of music from the 50s through to the 80s, and we would listen to them and I’d jump around while my mom cooked goodies in the kitchen.

For me, music has the power to bring out certain emotions, which is why it’s always played a part in my writing. Of course not any song will do. If I’m writing an action sequence, I need something fast paced or an intense instrumental piece from a soundtrack. For sweet or romantic scenes, love songs with lyrics to match what’s happening. I tend to choose songs for most scenes as I write the book. Below is the playlist that I listened to while writing Blood & Thunder, the second THIRDS book with songs key to what’s happening in certain scenes/chapters. Hope you enjoy!

Blood & Thunder (THIRDS, Book 2) Spotify Link

Genre: M/M Contemporary Paranormal Romance
Series: THIRDS Book Two
Length: 240 pages
Published: Aug 4th, 2014
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
ISBN 13: 978-1-63216-178-9
Paperback ISBN: 978-1-63216-177-2

When a series of bombs go off in a Therian youth center, injuring members of THIRDS Team Destructive Delta, and causing a rift between agents Dexter J. Daley and Sloane Brodie, peace seems unattainable. Especially when a new and frightening group, the Order of Adrasteia, appears to always be a step ahead. With panic and intolerance spreading and streets becoming littered with the Order’s propaganda, hostility between Humans and Therians grows daily. Dex and Sloane, along with the rest of the team, are determined to take down the Order and restore peace, not to mention settle a personal score. But the deeper the team investigates the bombings, the more they believe there’s a more sinister motive than a desire to shed blood and spread chaos.

Discovering the frightful truth behind the Order’s intent forces Sloane to confront secrets from a past he thought he’d left behind for good, a past that could not only destroy him and his career, but also the reputation of the organization that made him all he is today. Now more than ever, Dex and Sloane need each other, and, along with trust, the strength of their bond will mean the difference between justice and all-out war.

Read Chapter One here.


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About the Author:

Charlie Cochet is an author by day and artist by night. Always quick to succumb to the whispers of her wayward muse, no star is out of reach when following her passion. From Historical to Fantasy, Contemporary to Science Fiction, there’s bound to be plenty of mischief for her heroes to find themselves in, and plenty of romance, too!

Currently residing in South Florida, Charlie looks forward to migrating to a land where the weather includes seasons other than hot, hotter, and boy, it’s hot! When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.

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When more than half of my review team simultaneously FREAKS OUT over a book series, I know it’s something I’ve got to share!! Charlie Cochet’s THIRDS series has taken readers (including my girls) for a fast, fun, intense ride through a military styled urban fantasy.



This was their chat about book one in the THIRDS series, HELL & HIGH WATER :

Dolorianne:  First – what did you guys expect when you read the blurb for the first one … and did it live up to your expectations?
Lynn: Totally exceeded my expectations! As you know I’m not a fan of shifter stories and the whole “mine” thingy. This was refreshing.
Dolorianne:  Yeah … this was something completely different. I LOVED the world building and the different take on how/why the shifters exist. Because the background is more “science” instead of “magic”, I think she was able to cut out a lot of the shifter stereotypes.
Tina: I loved Dex’s character. Even when he was bringing comic relief to the team he was assessing how they were handling the death of their team member and how he could help. I also like the fact that the romance between him and Sloan appears to be developing over time.
Tina: I like that even though they are shifters the focus seems to be more on the mystery/solving of the crime
Dolorianne: I agree with all of that. The entire THIRDS series seems to be taking its time on a great overall story arc so it doesn’t need to rush theHellHighWaterHiRes200 endgame … whether that be the conflict or the romance. There are people who fall quickly, or who look at a batch of clues and can make sense of it all right away, but for the most part … I like that it is all happening in stages instead of all at the same time. Feels less convenient and more natural to me.
Tina: Exactly.
Dolorianne: And the humor is fantastic. There are times when it is used for comic relief in a tense situation … and others its just something goofy that doesn’t seem to have a specific purpose. Depending on the reader, there are a couple instances where the humor could seem a little over the top. Dex, specifically, is a little obnoxious at times … but I saw it more as a calculated risk.
Dolorianne: As you said, they had lost a team member and Dex’s personality jolted the entire team into living again.
Dolorianne: Does anyone have a favorite part of the book?
Tina: Baloo chasing Dex. LOL
Dolorianne: haha … that was an awesome scene!!! To have that scene coming out of nowhere was a great move … we, as the readers were put in the same place as the team … wondering what the hell was going on. 🙂
Tina: I also liked the ending… it was the “uh oh” when you thought things were settled

Dolorianne: It definitely made it obvious that things were much larger than we expected.

About the mystery aspect … what did you think of the clues? Did you guess the bad guy early? Along the way? Or surprised at the end?
Tina: I guessed kinda early on.
Dolorianne: Guess, guess, or guess, know?
Tina: … and by early on, I mean after he was introduced and there were a couple of scenes involving him.
Dolorianne: I had a couple theories, some panned out, others got stronger as it went along. I suspected early on but I couldn’t figure out what the motivation was … that came later.
Tina: But I still loved it. Anyone who was around me saw me reacting to the different parts of the book. I love a book that causes me to feel different emotions
Dolorianne: Was there anything that didn’t make sense, was confusing, or that you didn’t like?
Tina: For me, no
Lynn: Me neither. 🙂
Dolorianne: Me either. It was really fun anyway you look at it. Lots of variety no matter what kind of stories you are interested in. She seemed to cover all the bases and anything left hanging should flow great into the next book.
Lynn: I liked it, and can’t wait for the next one.
Tina: There is nothing I would change and I am looking forward to reading the next book in this series!!
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Luckily, Dolorianne, Tina, and Lynn were able to check out book two with only a minimal wait. You can see their group review of BLOOD & THUNDER here!!
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