Between the Devil and the Pacific Blue
By Charlie Cochet
OJ's Rating: 4.0 stars
BLURBOJ's Review -
For the last six months, Detective James Ralston has worked the nightshift as security for the Pacific Blue Hotel, and every night at 2 a.m. his rounds lead him to the radio room where the handsome and mysterious Franklin Fairchild sits listening to waltzes as old as the hotel itself. James is drawn to Franklin, but Franklin is a man at the end of his rope, and James has no intention of getting caught up in whatever trouble Franklin is in. A heated encounter late one night sends James down a disturbing path and has him questioning everything around him, including his very sanity.
Personal Tags: Paranormal; Spooky; Historical; Bittersweet; Former Military; Cops; Detectives; New York; Some Violence; Hot Sex.
OK, I’ll admit it. I’m a sucker for a good paranormal, I can’t help it as I’ve seen, heard, and felt things, so yeah. Add in one incredible writer and I am so there. This one called out to me from the get go and I am really happy I wasn’t disappointed. It has so many of the items on my checklist – paranormal, cops, historical so what the heck. Here’s what I got!
James Ralston -
“I used to be a soldier, then a cop, then a detective. I’m still a detective, just on reduced hours.” I pointed to my left eye. “Partially blind.”
“You’re a lawman?” Franklin said, his eyes wide, as if I’d told him I’d been a celebrity or something. “Yeah, why’s that so hard to believe?”
I scratched under my chin, feeling the coarse stubble that was as much a part of my on-duty wardrobe as my old navy blue suit, and along with my disheveled state, I could understand how “law abiding” might not be an impression often associated with me. Still, I had to wonder if he saw me as no better than some bum. His cheeks colored, and he shook his head.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend. I’m just surprised. You strike me as the lone-wolf sort.”
Wasn’t he just adorable? “That might explain the urge to mark my territory and howl at the moon.”
Franklin Fairchild -
Walking down the deserted hall, I stopped just short of the stone archway and listened. It was a waltz, one of those sweeping, haunting ones that carried memories of a distant past. The kind whose imprint lingered well after its final note had faded, much like the man in the gray three-piece suit settled on the salmon-colored armchair listening to it.
His eyes were closed, long lashes resting on fair cheeks, a smooth angular face with a strong jaw and a good mouth. He was tall, slender, handsome. The kind of guy who only stopped in dumps like this on his way to something better. Except Franklin Fairchild had gotten lost along the way. His hair was black and neatly styled, his eyes dark and bright as a midnight sky. How did I know about his eyes? I’d seen them every night for the last six months.
“Mr. Ralston,” Fairchild greeted quietly, his nice lips lifting slightly on one side. His eyes were still closed, but once they opened, they’d be intense and haunting, kind of like that waltz.
What a good paranormal plot. James, the former soldier, wounded in action and discharged, ends up as a cop in New York thanks to a friend’s help, moving on up to a detective on the police force, except he doesn’t get the help he needs for his injuries and ends up almost losing his job.
“I was moved to Cold Cases, and my hours were reduced. I got off light. Happened to be doing the crossword puzzle in a newspaper someone had left behind at the coffee shop I was in one morning. I checked the classifieds for a laugh and found an ad for security at a small, ‘cozy’ hotel. I needed some extra cash, so here I am.”
While working at the hotel James meets the mesmerizing, sexy Franklin and is immediately drawn to him as moth to flame. What is it that is so alluring about Franklin? What is his story?
“Marcus Stavros was a very powerful, dangerous man connected to a powerful family.” That had me bolting upright. “Shit. You telling me you got yourself mixed in with the mob?” Damn. It was worse than I thought. How the hell had Franklin gotten himself involved with a murderous gangster? I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Glancing over at Franklin, who now sat with his arms wrapped around himself and a pained expression on his face, I proceeded to congratulate myself on my stupendous tact.
It's in the way that Ms. Cochet unravels this story of two lovers, separated through the years from the grave that make this so riveting and spellbinding.
Ms. Cochet’s highly descriptive, yet un-florid, prose works magic in this story. Perhaps it could have been disastrous in the hands of another writer, yet Ms. Cochet knows how to weave the magic, feeding us each delicious morsel a little bit at a time, not giving the story away. I was wondering at times which way this would go and I was pleasantly surprised at the tact and impeccable timing, delivering a flawless crescendo at the exact, right moment in the story arc.
I can’t, won’t, give away any spoilers but if you’re in the mood for a good M/M paranormal, with fantastically hot sex scenes, this one is it.
Genre: Gay Romance, Other Paranormal
Length: Novella, 61 Pages
Published: October 31st, 2015
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Garrett Leigh
Ebook ISBN-13: 9781634766296
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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. Website: www.charliecochet.com Blog: www.charliecochet.com/blog E-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org Facebook: www.facebook.com/charliecochet
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