RJ's review – awwww… this is such a lovely book… a short cute with lovely characters. Would have loved this to be loads more words because I enjoyed it so much. I'm sensing a book 2 with another character though… so fingers crossed… đ
And so to the blog tour:
Author: Charlie Cochet
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press
Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Length: 86 pages
Release Date: August
19, 2015
19, 2015
Blurb: Julian âQuinnâ Quinetro, a gruff, tough
Miami SWAT officer, has been injured on the job, and all heâs looking for is a
little peace and quiet to recoverâdifficult to achieve with his large Cuban
family. An adventure in picking up his prescriptions puts him in the path of
his geeky, brownie-baking neighbor, Spencer Morgan. Spencer sweeps into Quinnâs
life like a tropical storm of sunshine and rainbows. Not surprisingly, itâs chaos
at first sight. Quinnâs in need of a little tender loving care, and Spencer
decides heâs just the man for the job. Their very different lives might clash,
but they might also find some common groundâand maybe more.
Miami SWAT officer, has been injured on the job, and all heâs looking for is a
little peace and quiet to recoverâdifficult to achieve with his large Cuban
family. An adventure in picking up his prescriptions puts him in the path of
his geeky, brownie-baking neighbor, Spencer Morgan. Spencer sweeps into Quinnâs
life like a tropical storm of sunshine and rainbows. Not surprisingly, itâs chaos
at first sight. Quinnâs in need of a little tender loving care, and Spencer
decides heâs just the man for the job. Their very different lives might clash,
but they might also find some common groundâand maybe more.
âThis is sad, man. What is it with you
and brownies?â
and brownies?â
âThese arenât just any brownies,â
Spencer stated proudly as he removed his latest batch of baked chocolate
decadence from the oven. âThese are Nutella caramel brownies with nuts, made
from scratch. These are orgasm-in-your-mouth brownies.â
Spencer stated proudly as he removed his latest batch of baked chocolate
decadence from the oven. âThese are Nutella caramel brownies with nuts, made
from scratch. These are orgasm-in-your-mouth brownies.â
âNot really sure what to think about
that,â Danny muttered, eyeing the brownies dubiously. âSeriously, dude. The
only orgasm you should be chasing is the one waiting next door. This is your
perfect chance! Heâs defenseless.â Danny reached for a brownie, but Spencer
slapped his hand away before he could pilfer one.
that,â Danny muttered, eyeing the brownies dubiously. âSeriously, dude. The
only orgasm you should be chasing is the one waiting next door. This is your
perfect chance! Heâs defenseless.â Danny reached for a brownie, but Spencer
slapped his hand away before he could pilfer one.
âI have to spread the Nutella and top
them with walnuts. Also, I donât know what I find more disturbing: that you
think I should take advantage of the poor guy in his defenseless state, or that
you believe the only way Iâve got a shot is to take advantage of him in his
defenseless state.â He stopped and turned to his pouting best friend. âAnd FYI,
defenseless is what babies and puppies are, not huge-ass mountain men in
possession of heavy artillery. I ran into him once, literally, and itâs like
heâs made out of fucking granite. Heâs got an eight-pack. An eight-pack.â
them with walnuts. Also, I donât know what I find more disturbing: that you
think I should take advantage of the poor guy in his defenseless state, or that
you believe the only way Iâve got a shot is to take advantage of him in his
defenseless state.â He stopped and turned to his pouting best friend. âAnd FYI,
defenseless is what babies and puppies are, not huge-ass mountain men in
possession of heavy artillery. I ran into him once, literally, and itâs like
heâs made out of fucking granite. Heâs got an eight-pack. An eight-pack.â
Spencer had never seen an eight-pack outside
of cyberspace. Until his sexy neighbor, heâd questioned their existence, much
like Bigfoot. The sighting had taken place one morning on his way to get
groceries. Quinn had been on his way to their gated communityâs pool, sporting
nothing but low-riding swim trunks and flip-flops. Heâd stepped into the
elevator next to Spencer, and the heat outside had nothing on the heat that had
spread through Spencerâs body. Luckily Quinn had been too busy texting to
notice Spencerâs Human Torch impression.
of cyberspace. Until his sexy neighbor, heâd questioned their existence, much
like Bigfoot. The sighting had taken place one morning on his way to get
groceries. Quinn had been on his way to their gated communityâs pool, sporting
nothing but low-riding swim trunks and flip-flops. Heâd stepped into the
elevator next to Spencer, and the heat outside had nothing on the heat that had
spread through Spencerâs body. Luckily Quinn had been too busy texting to
notice Spencerâs Human Torch impression.
âI have⊠I donât even know what this
is.â Spencer lifted up the hem of his apron and the Hulk T-shirt underneath
with a frown. He ran his finger down a groove along his torso as he sucked his
stomach in. âDoes this look like muscle definition to you?â
is.â Spencer lifted up the hem of his apron and the Hulk T-shirt underneath
with a frown. He ran his finger down a groove along his torso as he sucked his
stomach in. âDoes this look like muscle definition to you?â
Danny reached over to pat Spencerâs
pale belly. âLooks like you need to stop baking brownies. And get some sun,
man. Look at you. Youâre not even white. Youâre like, transparent.â
pale belly. âLooks like you need to stop baking brownies. And get some sun,
man. Look at you. Youâre not even white. Youâre like, transparent.â
âThatâs harsh.â Spencer lowered his
clothes. âI donât tan like you. I burn. You couldnât lie to me? Besides, what
am I supposed to say to him? âHi, remember me? Iâm the guy whoâs been living
next door to you for the past year. We pass each other in the hall every day,
take the elevator together, have parking spaces next to each other, have mailboxes
next to each other, do laundry in the same room together, and shop at the same
supermarket. No? Thatâs okay. Excuse me while I die of embarrassment.ââ Spencer
walked around the kitchen counter and flopped down into a chair, waiting for
the brownies to cool. âThe guy doesnât know I exist. Heâs freakinâ Miami SWAT.
Heâs probably an overbearing, misogynistic asshole with a giant ego, anyway.â
clothes. âI donât tan like you. I burn. You couldnât lie to me? Besides, what
am I supposed to say to him? âHi, remember me? Iâm the guy whoâs been living
next door to you for the past year. We pass each other in the hall every day,
take the elevator together, have parking spaces next to each other, have mailboxes
next to each other, do laundry in the same room together, and shop at the same
supermarket. No? Thatâs okay. Excuse me while I die of embarrassment.ââ Spencer
walked around the kitchen counter and flopped down into a chair, waiting for
the brownies to cool. âThe guy doesnât know I exist. Heâs freakinâ Miami SWAT.
Heâs probably an overbearing, misogynistic asshole with a giant ego, anyway.â
Danny took a seat next to him, his
expression filled with concern. âYou donât know that. Besides, since when do
you judge people?â
expression filled with concern. âYou donât know that. Besides, since when do
you judge people?â
Spencer narrowed his eyes at his
friend. âNo one likes a smartass.â
friend. âNo one likes a smartass.â
âSays the guy who got a ticket for
mouthing off to a police officer.â
mouthing off to a police officer.â
âI wasnât mouthing off. I was being
witty and adorable. The guy just had no sense of humor. Besides, I was nowhere
near that fire hydrant. He was clearly behind on his quota. Bet that wouldnât
have happened to Quinn.â Was he pouting? Oh God, he was. Danny was right; he
was sad.
witty and adorable. The guy just had no sense of humor. Besides, I was nowhere
near that fire hydrant. He was clearly behind on his quota. Bet that wouldnât
have happened to Quinn.â Was he pouting? Oh God, he was. Danny was right; he
was sad.
âProbably because heâs SWAT and can
park his ginormous truck wherever the hell he wants.â Danny went to the glass
doors of the balcony overlooking the parking spaces and started laughing.
park his ginormous truck wherever the hell he wants.â Danny went to the glass
doors of the balcony overlooking the parking spaces and started laughing.
âWhat?â
âYou know how they say dogs look like
their owners? I wonder if the same applies to cars.â
their owners? I wonder if the same applies to cars.â
Spencer joined Danny at the window, letting out a low
groan. His tiny yellow Fiat gleamed cheerfully beside Quinnâs monster black
Chevy Silverado. âIt looks like a sunspot.â
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 adventurous agents and sexy shifters, to
society gentlemen and hardboiled detectives, thereâs bound to be plenty of
mischief for her heroes to find themselves in, and plenty of romance, too!
quick to succumb to the whispers of her wayward muse, no star is out of reach
when following her passion. From adventurous agents and sexy shifters, to
society gentlemen and hardboiled detectives, thereâs bound to be plenty of
mischief for her heroes to find themselves in, and plenty of romance, too!
Currently residing in Central Florida, Charlie is at the
beck and call of a rascally Doxiepoo bent on world domination. When she isnât
writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She
runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.
beck and call of a rascally Doxiepoo bent on world domination. When she isnât
writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She
runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.
Winnerâs
Prize: $20 Amazon Gift Card
Prize: $20 Amazon Gift Card
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ShirleyAnn
Congratulations Charlie on your new release I love the title of the book and it has a great cover too.
Charlie Cochet
Thank you so much, ShirleyAnn! <3