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Title: Beware of Geeks Bearing Gifts
Author: Charlie Cochet
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Genre: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance
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.
Hello all! Thank you so much for joining me today as I celebrate the release of Beware of Geeks Bearing Gifts, which features my sweet brownie-baking geek next door Spencer Morgan and the gruff, Miami SWAT officer Julian “Quinn” Quintero!
Although I don’t delve into Cuban or Latin music in Beware of Geeks Bearing Gifts, it certainly would have had a big influence on Quinn who comes from a big Cuban family. Music is very much a big part of Quinn’s life, and growing up in his Latino household, music was always around whether in the songs of old school singers or modern American pop.
In my house, my dad was big on English language music, so we were always treated to the Beatles, Elvis Presley, Abba, the Eagles, and a host of other musicians which remain a favorite to this day. Then of course there was all that fabulous eighties music. I loved my MTV.
My mom was more into Latin music. There was always some Salsa and Merengue playing, while my dad enjoyed the Spanish ballads. They listened to Latin flavors from all over the globe. A favorite of my mom’s, as with many friends and relatives, was Celia Cruz, the Queen of Salsa. She had soul and style. Her songs were (and still are) the staple of any good Cuban get together.
Here’s a fantastic playlist of her songs.
Here are a few classic Cuban singers and songs you might enjoy as well:
Beny Moré: https://youtu.be/h3PNbRFTlj4
Buena Vista Social Club: https://youtu.be/HaerapRPS64
Recently the family gatherings I’ve been to have included Pitbull, along with plenty of English and Spanglish pop, Reggaeton, Merengue, and Salsa, but growing up it was all the classics, along with Gloria Estefan and some of the newer artists emerging at the time. Parties were always huge gatherings with lots of good food, dancing, and gossip.
Any event was reason to celebrate and have a big fiesta. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, baby showers, promotions, engagements, a quinceañera (Hispanic version of Sweet 16), you name it and there was a party for it. They usually started in the late afternoon and everyone ran on Cuban time, so if you wanted folks at your house at 6 pm, you told them to arrive at 4 pm. Corona beer was a must. I had my first Mojito at a relative’s party, and boy it was tasty! Flan was guaranteed, as were different flavors of Turrones (confectionary, usually with almonds).
From a young age we learned how to dance Merengue and Salsa, though I admit being a shy kid, so I never tried to learn the more complicated moves, but it was certainly fun. It’s all about the hips. With music like the samples above, it was hard not to feel the rhythm and want to move. It also makes a great workout! Thank you so much for joining me, hope you enjoy the tunes!
“This is sad, man. What is it with you and brownies?”
“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.”
“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.”
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?”
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.”
“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.”
Danny took a seat next to him, his expression filled with concern. “You don’t know that. Besides, since when do you judge people?”
Spencer narrowed his eyes at his friend. “No one likes a smartass.”
“Says the guy who got a ticket for mouthing off to a police officer.”
“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.
“You know how they say dogs look like their owners? I wonder if the same applies to cars.”
Spencer joined Danny at the window, letting out a low groan. His tiny yellow Fiat gleamed cheerfully beside Quinn’s monster black Chevy Silverado. “It looks like a sunspot.”
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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 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.
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
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