Author: Charlie Cochet
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Length: 86 pages
Release Date: August 19, 2015
Blurb: Julian “Quinn†Quinetro, a gruff, tough Miami SWAT officer, has been injured on the job, and all he’s looking for is a little peace and quiet to recover—difficult 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 Quinn’s life like a tropical storm of sunshine and rainbows. Not surprisingly, it’s chaos at first sight. Quinn’s in need of a little tender loving care, and Spencer decides he’s just the man for the job. Their very different lives might clash, but they might also find some common ground—and maybe more.
This is one story that will be on my read again list – I really loved it.
I love Spencer – here is someone who changed his life for his mum to have a better life. Quinn is the typical big bad alpha…. Or is he??
The first meeting between Quinn and Spencer had me howling with laughter, you could just see everything happening… I felt so bad for Spencer as he was only trying to help. Their next meeting is Spencer trying to apologise for what happened the first time, and went better this time. Soon, Spencer is spending more and more time with Quinn, and Quinn finds that he is enjoying the company too. They may be complete opposites, but they seem to be getting on well – even if Quinn’s family do decide to descend on him en masse one day, and let me say it was not just one or two people!
Things change when Quinn’s birthday arrives, and Spencer is talked into doing something he would never consider doing, by one of Quinn’s friends Javier. (now there is a character that I dislike immensely). Spencer is totally mortified and completely crushed with the events that unfold, and now it is up to Quinn to try and salvage the friendship but more importantly the fledgling relationship with Spencer.
I love Spencer – here is someone who changed his life for his mum to have a better life. Quinn is the typical big bad alpha…. Or is he??
The first meeting between Quinn and Spencer had me howling with laughter, you could just see everything happening… I felt so bad for Spencer as he was only trying to help. Their next meeting is Spencer trying to apologise for what happened the first time, and went better this time. Soon, Spencer is spending more and more time with Quinn, and Quinn finds that he is enjoying the company too. They may be complete opposites, but they seem to be getting on well – even if Quinn’s family do decide to descend on him en masse one day, and let me say it was not just one or two people!
Things change when Quinn’s birthday arrives, and Spencer is talked into doing something he would never consider doing, by one of Quinn’s friends Javier. (now there is a character that I dislike immensely). Spencer is totally mortified and completely crushed with the events that unfold, and now it is up to Quinn to try and salvage the friendship but more importantly the fledgling relationship with Spencer.
“This is sad, man. What is it with you and brownies?â€
“These aren’t just any brownies,†Spencer stated proudly as he removed his latest batch of baked chocolate decadence from the oven. “These are Nutella caramel brownies with nuts, made from scratch. These are orgasm-in-your-mouth brownies.â€
“Not really sure what to think about that,†Danny muttered, eyeing the brownies dubiously. “Seriously, dude. The only orgasm you should be chasing is the one waiting next door. This is your perfect chance! He’s defenseless.†Danny reached for a brownie, but Spencer slapped his hand away before he could pilfer one.
“I have to spread the Nutella and top them with walnuts. Also, I don’t 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 I’ve got a shot is to take advantage of him in his defenseless state.†He stopped and turned to his pouting best friend. “And 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 it’s like he’s made out of fucking granite. He’s got an eight-pack. An eight-pack.â€
Spencer had never seen an eight-pack outside of cyberspace. Until his sexy neighbor, he’d 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 community’s pool, sporting nothing but low-riding swim trunks and flip-flops. He’d stepped into the elevator next to Spencer, and the heat outside had nothing on the heat that had spread through Spencer’s body. Luckily Quinn had been too busy texting to notice Spencer’s Human Torch impression.
“I have… I don’t even know what this is.†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. “Does this look like muscle definition to you?â€
Danny reached over to pat Spencer’s pale belly. “Looks like you need to stop baking brownies. And get some sun, man. Look at you. You’re not even white. You’re like, transparent.â€
“That’s harsh.†Spencer lowered his clothes. “I don’t tan like you. I burn. You couldn’t lie to me? Besides, what am I supposed to say to him? ‘Hi, remember me? I’m the guy who’s 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? That’s okay. Excuse me while I die of embarrassment.’†Spencer walked around the kitchen counter and flopped down into a chair, waiting for the brownies to cool. “The guy doesn’t know I exist. He’s freakin’ Miami SWAT. He’s probably an overbearing, misogynistic asshole with a giant ego, anyway.â€
Danny took a seat next to him, his expression filled with concern. “You don’t know that. Besides, since when do you judge people?â€
Spencer narrowed his eyes at his friend. “No one likes a smartass.â€
“Says the guy who got a ticket for mouthing off to a police officer.â€
“I wasn’t 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 wouldn’t have happened to Quinn.†Was he pouting? Oh God, he was. Danny was right; he was sad.
“Probably because he’s SWAT and can park his ginormous truck wherever the hell he wants.†Danny went to the glass doors of the balcony overlooking the parking spaces and started laughing.
“What?â€
“You know how they say dogs look like their owners? I wonder if the same applies to cars.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, there’s 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 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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