Saturday, May 25, 2019

Saturday's Series Spotlight: Four Kings Security by Charlie Cochet Part 2


Join the Club #3
Summary:
When the cards are stacked against you, the Kings will even the odds.

Eduardo “Lucky” Morales is a fighter, from his childhood days in Cuba to his time as a Special Forces Green Beret. Scarred by the wars of his past, Lucky has learned nothing lasts forever. Guarding his heart is second nature, and getting emotionally involved is not an option. As co-owner of Four Kings Security, Lucky works hard alongside his former brothers-in-arms and fellow Kings, but he also plays hard. Flirting with sexy Texas cowboy and detective, Mason Cooper, is too much fun to resist, until Mason turns the tables on him.

Mason Cooper may not be a soldier, but he’s fought his share of battles as an openly gay cop and now a detective for Major Crimes. Mason has no idea when things changed between him and Lucky, but the gorgeous, fiery Cuban has turned his world upside down. When a mistake leads to his suspension from the force, Mason turns to the least likely person for help: Ward Kingston.

Determined to keep Mason at arms’ length, Lucky is surprised to find the man at Four Kings Security. The Florida nights might be getting cooler, but the heat between Lucky and Mason burns hotter with every passing moment. Working private security can be dangerous and unpredictable, but so can falling in love.

Diamond in the Rough #4
Summary:
For Ward “King” Kingston the role of protector, forged by fire and tragedy, is one he takes seriously. When King is asked to safeguard the son of a four-star general and friend, he is pulled back into the world of government black ops on a mission that raises painful memories from his past. The moment King meets Leo, amid the chaos of a lockdown at a secret black site, it’s clear he’s never faced a challenge like this—one that will test his unwavering sense of control.

Leopold de Loughrey is a misunderstood genius whose anxiety and insecurities are sent into overdrive when he is forcefully recruited to work on a top-secret project. Terrified of what his role as invaluable asset means, Leo’s stress leads to disappearances, arguments, and blowups that threaten the project and Leo’s future. King’s arrival is a calm in the storm for Leo and his frenetic thoughts.

King and Leo couldn’t be more different, yet as they navigate the dangers of a secret multi-agency operation and face unknown threats, their differences could be what saves them. Neither man believes happy ever after is in the cards, but their hearts might just prove them wrong… if they can survive a deadly betrayal.

Ante Up #1.5
Summary:
Look but don’t touch. That’s the rule concerning dancers at Sapphire Sands, the prestigious members-only nightclub where Seth works at as a bartender. Seth has never had a problem following the rules until the day one of the dancers falls into his lap. Literally.

Kit loves his job dancing at Sapphire Sands. Every day his job brings him closer to his dream of opening his own dance studio, so risking it all on the hot bartender is not an option. Or is it?

📌This story is a standalone in the Four Kings Security universe. It’s not necessary to read any of the books in the series to enjoy.📌

In the Cards #4.5
Summary:
Love is in the air, and what says ‘romance’ more than a Valentine’s Day wedding? Anston “Ace” Sharpe is down in South Florida for his cousin’s wedding and with his boyfriend Colton accompanying him, Ace has some Valentine’s Day plans of his own. Surrounded by his huge Cuban family, his brothers-in-arms from Four Kings Security, and a groom with a penchant for chaos, what could possibly go wrong?



Join the Club #3
Original Review January 2019:
Fighting and flirting are second nature for Four Kings Security co-owner Lucky Morales, especially when it comes to Detective Mason Cooper and Mason knows how to fight and flirt with the best of them.  When Mason is suspended he goes to Ward Kingston.  Will Lucky and Mason be able to work together without crossing that fighting/flirting line or will their hearts be too much for them to neglect?

I always suspected Lucky and Mason's journey would make for an interesting read but Charlie Cochet has once again far surpassed anything I was expecting.  The Cuban fire of Lucky and the Texas heat of Mason make for an explosive combination that will keep you on your toes from beginning to end.  Are they my favorite pairing in the Four Kings series? No, I don't think anyone will beat Ace and Colton from book one, Love in Spades but that probably has more to do with me because I always tend to fall deeper for the first couple in a multi-couple series.

One thing(or I should say "another" thing because lets face it, Lucky and Mason's chemistry is front and foremost in this entry) I found interesting was that instead of an ongoing assignment that was at the forefront we get to see a bit of a sampling of the kind of cases the Kings Security deals with in Join the Club.  Charlie Cochet brings to the table an entertaining blend of romance, action, lust, technology, heat, humor, friendship, and did I mention the explosive WOW-factor?  You won't be disappointed!

As usual, one final note: I highly recommend reading Four Kings Security in order, no it isn't necessary but the comraderie, friendships, chemistry between the Kings, their partners, and a few others just mesh better when you start with Love in Spades.  By no means will you be lost but in my personal opinion "everything just flows" better in order.

Diamond in the Rough #4
Original Review April 2019:
I knew when we first met King way back in Love in Spades that his story would be full of WOAH!-moments.  Well, its WOAH! WOW! and HOLY HANNAH BATMAN! all over the place.

Getting to see inside the mind of Ward Kingston is dangerous but incredibly interesting.  There was never any secret to the fact that King is the protector of the pack, all of the Four Kings are protectors but King is the head protector and its blatantly obvious that he takes his job, his mission really, seriously.  With Diamond in the Rough we get to see him in full action mode but we also get to see his heart in full love-mode(reluctantly perhaps but definitely there).

As for Leopold de Loughrey, well he is a handful from the get go.  There is no getting around his boundless energy even if tying him down would be for his own safety, its just not who he is.  Leo and King couldn't be more opposite on the surface but with every page you realize that no one is better suited for them then the other.

As for the action and what brought King into Leo's orbit, well the author keeps you on your toes there too.  I loved how everyone is brought in and the brotherhood between King and his fellow Kings is never forgotten or taken lightly.  Ace and King especially have this connection that is a bromance blend of heart and humor.  The connection between all the guys has easily become family and perfectly threads the series together and just makes the story that much better, it's not forced, it's not overly dramatic, it's not glossed over.  Well, not to sound cliche but its just right.

So once again, Charlie Cochet has captured that fire and passion that reels the reader in and holds them there till the very last page.  Talking about the last page, the dreaded last page that is the absolute worst thing in the world.  No, there's no cliffhanger that makes time stand still waiting for the next entry, there's no big revelation, no big final words.  No, the last page being the worst thing in the world is because there is no more because you read the story and it ended but you don't want it to end.  That's how amazing these characters are, no matter what they went through to get from point A to point Z, you want to create a whole new alphabet just so they have more to deal with so you don't have to say goodbye yet.  Character building and storytelling at its finest.

One last note: if you are wondering about the reading order of Four Kings Security, I recommend experiencing this series in order.  Each entry features a different member of the Kings but the friendships and little mentions and appearances of partners just flow better when read in the order the series was written.  However, you won't be lost if you start here.

Ante Up #1.5
Original Review February 2019:
This is an amazingly fun and sexy short free read from Charlie Cochet that really has no effect on the overall Four Kings Security series other than to give a little extra behind the scenes look into the club Sapphire Sands.  Kit and Seth are an absolute delicious blend of adorability and smolderbility(and yes I know neither are real words but their connection deserves something unique😉😉).  How I missed this little gem last year is beyond me but I have rectified that by reading it immediately upon discovery.  Whether you have been reading Four Kings won't matter, Ante Up is a gem all on its own.

In the Cards #4.5
Original Review February 2019:
Valentine's Day✅  Family wedding✅  Four Kings✅  Missing groom✅  Scary Mama Bears✅  What more can a reader ask for?  In the Cards may be a free short from Charlie Cochet but don't think it isn't packed full of everything we've come to love in the Four Kings Security series, well okay the action and danger may not be there(you have the scary mama bears that most of the boys want to steer clear of but there's no real violence😉😉).  There's plenty of humor/banter between the guys in all the entries, especially Ace and Colton, but this short is pure rom-com gold.

Two side notes: 
1. In the Cards is technically a standalone and you won't be lost if you haven't read the series yet but having read the series in order I find you get a more emotional connection to the Four Kings(especially books 1 & 3).

2. I had no idea that Ace & Lucky's cousin Quinn and his partner Spencer had their story told in Beware of Geeks Bearing Gifts so I look forward to going back and reading their journey.

RATING:


Join the Club #3
This was going to be a long night. Lucky felt it in his bones.

Once they were in downtown Jacksonville, Lucky pulled the truck into the parking lot of the bank across the street from the skyscraper they’d be watching. Jack had acquired the perfect spot near the lot entrance in case they had to move quickly, and a small team of security agents were parked in the Central Station parking lot, waiting for word from Lucky. With the engine turned off, Lucky unbuckled his seat belt and climbed out of his seat at the time Mason did. Lucky reeled back in an effort not to bump into him, the back of his knees hitting the seat. He flailed, throwing an arm out, but he needn’t have worried. Mason wrapped an arm around his waist and caught him, bringing him up against his hard body.

“Easy there, darlin’,” Mason murmured quietly, their lips only inches apart. “Don’t want you hurting yourself.”

Lucky swallowed hard. He felt Mason’s warm breath against his skin. “You’re stepping on my shoe.”

Mason frowned. “You’re worried about your shoe?”

“These boots are Guiseppe Zanotti.”

“Am I supposed to know what that means?” Mason asked, releasing Lucky.

“It means they cost almost a thousand dollars.”

Mason stared at him. “Why the hell are you wearin’ thousand-dollar boots to work surveillance? You know there are kids out there starvin’?”

“Yes, I know,” Lucky spat, pushing Mason away from him. “I was one of them. Now excuse me. We have work to do.”

At least Mason had the decency to look mortified.

“Shit, Lucky, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

“Forget it,” Lucky muttered, taking a seat behind the console to log into the security system. “I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just sit down and pay attention.”

Mason took a seat beside him, his expression solemn. Thankfully, he didn’t speak. Lucky didn’t need his apologies or his permission. In Cuba he’d spent most of his time barefoot because the shoes given to him were either beyond salvation or he grew out of them so quickly they hurt his feet to the point he couldn’t walk. Now he could afford all the shoes he wanted, and if he wanted to spend money on designer shoes, no one had the right to make him feel like shit for it. He wasn’t stupid. His savings account was solid, and his retirement account was one of the first things he’d set up when he got his first job. He spent a lot of money, but he also saved money because he knew what it was like to have nothing. He was never going back to that again. Never.

Diamond in the Rough #4
Chapter One
The problem with doing favors was that they had a habit of coming back to bite King on the ass. His current situation being a perfect example.

Years ago, King decided he was out for good. He’d served his country, made sacrifices, and allowed them to turn him into someone he barely recognized. While deployed, he’d lost his parents and hadn’t been able to bury them or even attend their funerals. Another chain added to the ones already wrapped around his heart, weighing him down. Then he lost his brothers-in-arms, and he was done. He loved his country. He did not love the men who asked for his loyalty and sacrifice but gave none in return, only empty promises. It was King who’d looked after his broken brothers on their return, not the men in Washington who’d turned their backs on them, offering hollow words of sympathy and condolences. He neither needed nor wanted their prayers. What he wanted was for them to stop using soldiers as their playthings, or at least have the decency to take care of their toys.

Yet here he was being escorted through a cold windowless concrete corridor by half a dozen armed soldiers at an undisclosed location in the middle of God-Knew-Where, Florida. Anyone who believed black sites on US soil didn’t exist was living a fairy tale. They were everywhere, belonging to various government agencies—some buried deep, some hidden in plain sight. This particular one was in plain sight. At least the top floors were. King had been to more black sites than he cared to think about.

No time for regrets.

King had given his word, and he never went back on his word. Had it been anyone else, he would have walked away the moment those armed soldiers approached him on the tarmac at the airport. Instead he’d allowed them to escort him to one of several government Suburbans lined up waiting for him. But it wasn’t just anyone who’d needed him. He and the General shared too much history, had suffered great loss, and were bound by a secret few people outside the two of them and the remaining members of King’s Special Forces unit knew about.

A dark-haired man in a black suit, white shirt, and black tie approached King. He had government spook written all over him. The guy extended his hand to King.

“Mr. Kingston. I’m Agent Ross Bowers. Thank you for your service.”

King nodded in appreciation as he shook the man’s hand. “Please, call me King. CIA?”

“No.” Bowers’s smirk said it all. NSA. He motioned for King to walk with him. “I’ll be your point of contact for this operation. I’ve been asked to brief you on the situation and escort you to the asset.”

The asset.

Leopold de Loughrey was twenty-five years old, a freelance software engineer, and a coding genius. He had the misfortune of being the son of four-star United States Army General Leon de Loughrey. The misfortune didn’t lie with who Leo’s father was, but rather what he was—an Army General in a position of power within the United States government. The fact it took Washington this long to discover such a powerful asset had been right under their noses for years was a testament to the General’s love for his son, because there was no doubt in King’s mind it was the General who’d managed to keep Leo off government radars.

Until now.

“I’ve been informed you know the identity of the asset and his relationship to General de Loughrey,” Bowers stated.

“Yes.”

“What else do you know?”

Like with every classified operation, King knew only as much as he needed to know to perform his duty. Nothing less, nothing more. “I know who the asset is, that he’s working on something for our government, and that I’ve been brought in because there have been… complications.”

Bowers nodded. “The General trusts you. He believes you’ll be able to provide insight.”

Insight. Interesting choice of words. Then again, King supposed the General wasn’t about to tell his own government he’d brought in outside help because he didn’t trust them with his son.

“The code name for this operation is Avengers, and for unsecured communications, the asset is to be referred to as Spider-Man. You are Captain America.”

King stopped and turned to Bowers. “I’m sorry, what?”

Bowers’s lips curled up in the corner. “You heard me.”

“Captain America? The guy who fights with a shield and wears a giant star on his chest?”

Bowers appeared far too amused for his own good. “Fan, are we?”

“Not particularly.” The Kings had provided an important client with security for his son’s tenth birthday party. It was superhero themed. Unfortunately, the guy the event company sent to play Captain America had food poisoning and spent most of the gig puking in the bushes. King had been the only one who fit into the costume. He was pretty sure Ace had more fun at that party than the kids did. There were pictures and everything. King had been cheerfully informed he would never live it down.

Bowers shrugged. “Quite frankly, we could care less what the asset chooses to name the op if it means his cooperation. What he’s working on is groundbreaking and could mean a significant advantage in counterterrorist measures for our government. Operation Avengers is a joint op between the Pentagon and multiple intelligence agencies.”

King let out a whistle. “Wow, you boys are playing in the same sandbox?”

“Yep, and we’re playing nice and everything. That should tell you how important this is. We need the asset—”

“Leo,” King corrected. “We’re in a secure location. We can call him Leo.” Calling Leo an asset allowed those involved to detach themselves from the young man, making it easy for them to forget they were dealing with a human being, a citizen of their country, and not a faceless object or threat. King was familiar with the process. He wasn’t about to make it easy for them with Leo.

Bowers paused, studying him before nodding. “Okay. We need Leo to cooperate, and right now that’s not happening.”

“He’s refusing?”

“Not quite. The asset—I mean Leo is… well, a unique case. It takes a certain type of individual to be able to do what he’s capable of doing. Leo’s file didn’t prepare us for the real thing. We’ve brought in several experts in the hopes our people could learn how to effectively interact with him, but that only made things worse. Then there’s the disappearing.”

King frowned. “Disappearing?” When the General first approached King, he’d mentioned something about his son disappearing, but King figured he meant Leo kept leaving his station, not that he was actually vanishing. “Are you telling me that somehow Leo is disappearing from under the noses of the military and NSA?”

“Trust me, I’m as confused as you are. I don’t know how the hell he does it, but he does. Then he just wanders back in like nothing happened. Every time he disappears, we risk exposure because security protocol has to be initiated and everything is locked down. It’s a goddamn mess.”

“What about surveillance?”

“That’s the thing,” Bowers said as he stopped walking and faced King. “Every time he disappears, something happens to the cameras.”

“Are they being tampered with? I mean, the guy’s a computer genius after all.”

“Nope. We’ve had the footage screened and analyzed by our guys. No one has tampered with the cameras or the footage. During one incident, we found one of the camera lenses covered in strawberry jelly.”

King squinted at him. “I’m sorry, did you say strawberry jelly?”

“That’s correct.”

“How the hell did strawberry jelly get on the camera?”

“We have no idea. One minute the kid’s there, the next minute he’s not. When we check the security footage, no one seems to be where they’re supposed to be when the kid walks out. We’ve investigated, and each time there’s a legitimate reason for the guards not being at their post, which makes this whole thing even stranger. We’ve noticed it seems to happen whenever he’s anxious, which quite frankly is most of the time. Kid’s jittery as hell. It doesn’t help that he and the team of analysts brought in to support him and the project don’t see eye to eye. He… um, he keeps correcting their work.”

King held back a smile. “I see.” He had to admit, he was curious. But if the NSA couldn’t keep track of Leo, what exactly did the General think King could do? He needed to meet Leo and assess the situation.

They reached a solid steel door and Bowers stopped. He pulled a black cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to King. “All communication is to be done through that phone. Leo has been on site just over two weeks, and he’s barely started the project. He spends more of his time questioning and correcting the analysts’ work than coding the damned program. As you can imagine, the higher-ups are getting antsy. They need to see some progress.”

And if they didn’t, it would only be a matter of time before they lost their patience and instead of treating Leo like the son of a General, started treating him like the asset he was. Leo would be moved somewhere out of his father’s reach, and the General would be lucky to see his son again. Leo wasn’t a soldier or a government agent. They would break him, and there was little chance he’d come back from the hell they’d put him through. King clenched his jaw tight to keep from saying something he’d regret. He’d promised the General he would look after his son, and that’s what he would do.

“I’ll get you everything you need inside, along with documentation for you to read through. If anyone on your approved list calls your cell phone, the call will be forwarded to the phone I just gave you.”

King nodded. Depending on how quickly Leo got things done, King could either be here anywhere from a few weeks to several months. Not exactly how he wanted to spend his holidays. It was in both their best interests that Leo get this done as quickly as possible so they could both go home. At least that was the agreement King signed and had been informed Leo had signed. Once Operation Avengers was complete, they were both free to return to their lives. King had no doubt he’d be cut free, but Leo? Just because the government promised to let him go, didn’t mean they would. If Leo was as valuable an asset as Bowers said, the government would find a way to keep him, and King couldn’t let that happen.

“The system only recognizes those persons authorized by the General himself, and for the door to open, it requires three forms of identity verification: fingerprint scan, retina scan, and voice match. If even one of those doesn’t correspond with what’s in the system, the person will be locked out and armed personnel will arrive to investigate.”

“I assume there’s some kind of emergency evac plan in place?”

“Three, actually. One by land, one by sea, and one by air. Emergency transportation is on standby should you need it. As soon as you meet the asset—I mean, Leo, you’ll receive a secure tablet with all the information you’ll need to perform your duties. Should someone suspect your involvement, which is unlikely, considering your name is in no way connected to this operation, the FBI has conveniently made our lives easier by providing the appropriate digital and paper trail showing you never left England and are there on vacation. Don’t worry, the rest of that case has remained sealed.”

As far as the world knew, King was still abroad. As per his insistence, the only ones authorized to know he was back in the country were Ace, Red, Lucky, Jack, and Joker. That was the extent of their knowledge on the matter. The less they knew, the safer they would be. King was under no illusion this whole thing couldn’t go sideways at any time, considering the parties involved. The security measures taken with Leo provided all the evidence King needed to know how important this project was to their government.

The door opened, and they stepped into what resembled a command center, albeit a secret one, located in a huge underground bunker. Before King had a chance to scan his surroundings, they came to a halt so as not to get mowed down by the half dozen soldiers charging past them.

“What the hell? Christ! Stay here. I’ll be right back.” Bowers took off, and King remained where he stood. He crossed his arms over his chest and pressed his lips together to observe what could only be described as a clusterfuck of epic proportions. Military personnel in and out of uniform darted from one place to another, some on cell phones, others on radios. A small group of what were clearly analysts stood arguing. Not exactly the kind of situation he’d been hoping to walk into.

A soldier hurried toward him, and King caught him before he could whiz by.

“What’s going on?”

The soldier looked him over, and King held up the ID hanging from the lanyard around his neck. “Ward Kingston. I’ve been brought in by General de Loughrey. Could you show me to the asset?”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that at the moment, sir.”

King cursed under his breath. “Let me guess. Leo’s gone for another walk.”

The soldier nodded before excusing himself.

Every security job came with unique challenges, but he could say with absolute certainty that none of his previous jobs revolved around someone pulling a Houdini act several times a day. Leo had to know the danger he was in, so why take such a risk? To anyone, this sort of environment would be daunting, and rather terrifying, but Leo was the son of a General, and King recalled plenty of instances when the General had mentioned having his son with him.

After the loss of his wife, it would have been easy for General de Loughrey to leave his son and daughter with someone while he was away doing his duty to his country, but he kept his children at his side whenever possible. If they couldn’t be in the same room as their father, they were still somewhere in the building or safely hidden away close by. How the General managed it, considering his position, was beyond King, but he’d done it, moving heaven and earth to take care of his grieving children. From the beginning, however, it became clear to King that the General was far more protective of his son than his daughter—not because the General loved one more than the other, but because according to the General, Leo was different.

From their friendly conversations years ago, King learned Leo was a soft-hearted boy whose vast intelligence made him vulnerable. He had difficulties socializing and communicating with others, and while he could do things at a level most adults couldn’t even fathom, he had trouble with smaller mundane tasks, leading to him being homeschooled by the best tutors so he could learn at his own pace. And more importantly, to keep him safe. One thing King remembered above everything else was the love and pride pouring from the General when he spoke of his children. King looked forward to his interaction with the mysterious and fascinating young man. But first, they’d have to find him.

“Hey.”

Turning, King frowned down at his new guest. Where had the guy come from? “Hey.”

“Goldfish cracker?”

King stared at the guy and the little bag of—did he say Goldfish crackers?

“They’re not stale, which I guess is the most you can hope for, considering how often that vending machine is stocked up. Not a lot of people are the Goldfish cracker type, but hey, more for me, so I can’t complain.” The guy shook the bag at him. “Goldfish cracker?”

King shook his head, his brows drawn together as he tried to figure out what he was dealing with here. Could this be Leo? If it was, surely Bowers would have returned, and the chaos around them would have come to an end. From the looks of the younger man, King guessed he was one of the analysts. He was cute, just under six feet, with messy brown hair poking out from beneath the blue beanie on his head. His eyes were big and brown, his lashes long, eyebrows thick, and his mouth pink and wide. The little mole to the right of his lips drew King’s attention. He was in his mid-twenties at most, wearing trendy black-framed glasses, gray skinny jeans, black Chucks, and a yellow T-shirt under a navy cardigan of which only the center two buttons were fastened. He was lean, with a sinewy body. Oddly, the guy wasn’t wearing any kind of ID.

“Would you like a Goldfish cracker?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

The analyst seemed awfully serene, considering the chaos happening around him. “Goldfish cracker.”

“No. Thank you.”

The guy shrugged. He popped a cracker into his mouth, drawing King’s attention to his pink lips.

“Let me guess. SEAL?”

The word snapped King’s attention from those plump lips back up to his pretty eyes. The young man’s assessing gaze had King rounding his shoulders. What the hell was happening right now? Who was this guy? This was neither the time nor the place for him to be distracted by a pretty face. Not to mention, he was never distracted by a pretty face. It wasn’t something he did. King opened his mouth to reply, but the guy put a hand up to stop him.

“No. Don’t tell me.” He snapped his fingers. “Green Beret. Special Forces, am I right?”

Interesting. Then again, King supposed the analysts spent a lot of time around soldiers and military personnel. “I was. Yes.”

“I knew it. You give off that Green Beret vibe.” He wiggled his fingers at King and his general person.

King arched an eyebrow. “Green Beret vibe?”

“Yep. Also, it’s in your purpose.”

“Sorry?” Were the rest of the analysts so… peculiar?

The guy’s smile was wide, sweet. “Your purpose. You have a purpose. You’re not about to move, so everyone who comes near you senses that and they go around you. Anyone who gets in the way of that purpose has no one to blame but themselves when they end up on the floor. That’s amazing. That would never happen to me. Most people don’t even notice me. I could be standing right next to them, and they’d have no clue.”

King doubted that. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

The analyst opened his mouth to speak up, but King reacted, throwing his arm across the guy and taking two steps back with him just as a soldier stumbled forward, hit the floor, and skidded several feet past them.

“That looked painful,” his companion muttered, though it would have been more painful had the soldier stumbled into him and taken him down with him. He beamed up at King. “See. Green Beret.” He waved the bag at King again. “You sure you don’t want a Goldfish cracker?”

“I’m sure.” King’s frown deepened. The guy’s smile was bright, open, and friendly. “Why won’t you tell me your name?”

“I never said I wouldn’t tell you. What’s your name?”

“Ward Kingston, but everyone calls me King.”

The guy tilted his head. “Why King?”

“Long story.” One he was certainly not about to get into with a stranger, and here of all places. Though he surprised himself by discovering he wanted to know more about his odd little companion.

“I bet it’s fascinating.”

“Why do you keep distracting me from getting your name?” This whole situation was bizarre. How did he not have this guy’s name, position, and clearance level already? He wouldn’t be too hard on himself, considering he was in a secure location and wasn’t officially on the clock yet since the person he was supposed to be working with had disappeared. Normally he would have joined the search the moment he’d been told Leo was missing, but he had no idea what Leo looked like. The General—and King was certain several US intelligence agencies—had done a stellar job of erasing any trace of Leo from the internet. They left just enough details not to arouse suspicion, but there were no photos of Leo, no descriptions of him. Due to the classified nature of the op and Leo’s involvement, King had been given little to no information about him. That was to come after he met Leo.

“I’m distracting you?”

The guy’s startled words snapped King out of his thoughts. Why did he sound so surprised?

As if reading his mind, the analyst spoke up. “I’ve never distracted anyone before. Like I said, most people don’t even realize I’m there, much less find themselves distracted by me.” His wide smile lit up his face, and King sucked in a sharp breath. Whatever was happening had to stop. Now. King was about to demand answers when Bowers appeared. He thundered toward them, his murderous glare on the analyst and intent in his eyes. What exactly Bowers was going to do, King had no idea, but he wasn’t about to let it happen. He instinctively put himself between Bowers and the young man, ignoring the fingers curling around his forearm or the searing heat from the touch.

“Leo!”

“Shit,” the guy muttered from behind King.

“Shit,” King repeated, looking over his shoulder at Leo, who was now sporting a sheepish grin. “Leopold de Loughrey?”

Leo worried his bottom lip with his teeth and waved. “Hi.”




Author Bio:
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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Join the Club #3
AMAZON US  /  AMAZON UK  /  AUDIBLE

Diamond in the Rough #4

Ante Up #1.5

In the Cards #4.5
PROLIFIC WORKS  /  WEBSITE  /  GOODREADS TBR

Beware of Geeks Bearing Gifts
AMAZON US  /  AMAZON UK  /  B&N
AUDIBLE  /  iTUNES  /  iTUNES AUDIO
KOBO  /  GOOGLE PLAY  /  WEBSITE

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