I promised last week, after sharing a teaser that was just Cross without Catherine, that I would do the same this week but for Catty.
So, finally got around to doing that.
In other news, it is the 30th, which means we are just a couple of days away from the release of Always, if you can believe it.
I am beyond excited to share this story. Beyond.
If you haven't already you can pre-order Always on all the major vendors.
Find them below:
Pre-order Always here:
Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUS
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And now, for the teaser ... Enjoy!
“Okay, somebody needs to tell me what happened yesterday,” Catherine said.
She was getting really sick of being stared at as though she was diseased.
Liliana barely looked up from her phone. “You haven’t heard yet?”
“How can I hear anything? I’m the new school pariah, for Christ’s sake.”
That meant she wasn’t being talked to, but talked about. Her friends were keeping a distance—except her cousin—and everybody else kept staring and whispering while her back was turned.
“I guess Cross and Derik traded punches in the locker room at the pre-game practice yesterday,” Liliana said, offering the information as though it meant nothing.
“Maybe that’s why Derik wouldn’t answer my text last night.”
“Oh, and then after, Dina made a scene with Cross in front of the office while the team and her friends waited.”
“Why were they waiting there?”
Yes, Catherine, that is the most important thing in what she just told you.
Catherine ignored her inner voice.
“Probably to see if they were going to lose Cross as their quarterback—they did, by the way, and the game.”
Catherine didn’t care about the game, or the school’s loss. “That explains why she and her little band of merry bitches have been particularly awful to me today. What do you mean she made a scene with him?”
Liliana shrugged, still typing out messages on her phone. “I heard she yelled a lot, tried to hit him a few times, and that your name was mentioned. Someone said she called you a whore—Cross told her to shut up, or something like that.”
Well, the staring, whispering, and lack of friends was starting to make a lot more damn sense. Catherine didn’t understand why she had been the topic of conversation for anybody, though, but especially Dina and Cross.
“What was the fight between the guys about?” Catherine asked.
Liliana side-eyed Catherine. “Seriously?”
“I don’t know!”
“You, Catherine. They were fighting about you.”
“But … that doesn’t make any sense.”
They had no reason to fight about her.
Liliana shrugged. “Ask Derik or Cross, then. All I know from what was spread by some of the guys in the locker room was that Derik told Cross to back off, said something about you, and Cross kicked the shit out of him.”
Catherine cringed. “Yikes.”
“I don’t know. Derik should have known better, to be honest. Cross goes for the jugular in a fight. He’s out to win, and he’ll break his hands on somebody’s face as long as that means they’ll be staying down. Derik is an idiot.”
“What did he say about me—Derik, I mean?”
“That, I don’t know,” Liliana said. “But hey, maybe you could find out.”
Her cousin pointed across the parking lot. A familiar silver Audi pulled into one of the few parking spots closest to the school’s entrance. Derik’s car.
Catherine didn’t even think about it; she pushed off the wall of stones, and headed in Derik’s direction. She made it to him just as he stepped out of the car. He barely passed her a glance as he slammed the door, but it was enough.
A fat lip.
Catherine didn’t know what Cross looked like, but she was willing to bet it wasn’t as bad as Derik.
“You got into a fight with Cross Donati?” Catherine asked.
“Yeah. Came to grab my shit for the week. Seven-day suspension.”
“Why would you get into a fight—”
“Because the guy doesn’t know how to back off on something that’s not his,” Derik muttered.
Catherine stiffened, remembering what her cousin told her. The fight in the locker room had been about her. “Wait, say that again.”
“I told him to back off. What part of that don’t you understand?”
“No, the other thing.” Catherine tipped her head to the side, adding, “Because I’m pretty sure I’m not anybody’s, Derik. And certainly not yours. You don’t get to stamp your fucking logo on me like I’m a product for you to brand and then go around making a scene about it.”
Derik nodded, scoffing. “Right, okay.”
“No, I’m serious. What exactly did you say that pissed Cross off enough to do this?” Catherine asked, waving a hand at his face. “Because I’m not with Cross, I’m not dating him, and the first time I’ve actually spoken to him in a year was yesterday morning when I was running late for homeroom. So if he felt the need to break his fists on your face, there must have been a reason. What was it?”
The guy wouldn’t look at her.
Catherine took that as a bad sign.
“Well?” she demanded again.
“You know what,” Derik said with a shrug, “you’re not even worth it, Catherine. Not the effort or the trouble. Maybe if you were putting out, then I might give a shit. But not like this, and not like you are.”
Catherine managed to fold her arms over her chest instead of slapping Derik across his stupid mouth. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Great, thanks for letting me know that now. Go fuck yourself, Derik.”
“Give me a few days to fix this,” he said with a smirk and a gesture to his face, “and I’ll certainly be fucking someone. It just won’t be you.”
Catherine smiled sweetly. It was something she learned from her mother.
Smile before you gut them; they never see you coming. And go for the throat. Every time.
“But that wasn’t by your choice, was it?” Catherine asked, sickeningly saccharine. “Remember that, Derik.”
Red filled his cheeks—a sure sign of humiliation.
Catherine smiled once more, knowing she had won, and walked away.
She belonged to no one.
If the blog/website looks a little different, that's because it is. I decided a change was in order, and I wanted a clean look with a black and white theme. So, that's what I worked on for three days straight, and I quite like the changes.
Now, onto the good stuff.
Always (Cross + Catherine, 1) is releasing October 2nd, 2017. So, just ... 12 days away now. I cannot wait to share this first book with you all.
If you have been following along with me on Twitter, or even Facebook occasionally, then you know I have also finished Revere (Cross + Catherine, 2), and it will release in November.
If all goes well, Unruly (Cross + Catherine, 3) will publish in December.
Back to back to back. Awesome, right?
For those wondering, both book 2 and 3 end at HEA points. Book 3 was simply another facet of life that tested boundaries and pushed love to make them solid. So, I decided to write it.
Now, for Always ...
I thought I would share a teaser today with you all. One of Cross, and maybe next week, I will share one of just Catherine. we'll see ...
Always is currently on Pre-Order.
Grab your copy at one of the following:
Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUS
Barnes & Noble | iTunes | Kobo
(Also, there's some graphic teasers down below in a slideshow to enjoy)
And now the teaser:
Rick tapped the wrapped meth bricks with one finger, and nodded when the other man shrugged. The gang leader bent down to grab something from the bag at his feet, and from the other side of the table, Rick likely couldn’t see what the guy was going to pull out.
Cross could see, though. That’s why he was there. To watch a made man’s back.
“Four G’s?” he heard the man ask.
“Four,” Rick confirmed.
Money, Cross thought. The gang leader should have pulled out money.
Cross saw a gun come out instead. He didn’t even think about it. He just reacted to what he knew was going to be a bad situation for all four men in the bar, and the old barkeep snoring away on his stool behind the cash register.
The gold-tinted Eagle his step-father had given him for his eighteen birthday months ago came out from behind his back, and pointed across the room at the threat without him really considering the actions. It was second nature—instinct. Cross flicked off the safety, and cocked back the hammer just as the gang leader lifted his own gun to point at Rick.
A single bullet plugged into the guy’s temple barely even a half of a second after Cross pulled the trigger. The Eagle was one vicious weapon, with a kickback that could injure a weak wrist, and a force that could send a body flying.
That’s exactly what it did.
The gang leader’s temple blew apart, blood gushing, and brain matter spraying.
Zeke slammed back into the chair he sat on at the same time the barkeep fell off his stool with a painful grunt as he hit the floor.
“Holy motherfucker,” Zeke said low, his eyes stretching wide. “How can you be that fast, and with that good of an aim? Jesus. You get to be one or the other, but not both, asshole. It’s not fair.”
Practice. And a really good appreciation and understanding of guns. Years’ worth of both things.
“Can’t help you’ve got shit for aim,” Cross said instead of explaining his skill.
Rick’s gaze slid to Cross’s from the other side of the room, appreciation and thanks being conveyed without actually saying it. He didn’t need to say it, really. Rick was the Capo, and Cross was the solider. He was given a job to do, and so he did it. He didn’t have to like the prick he was working for, but he did have to respect him.
That’s what Wolf taught him. That’s what men like him did.
“You made a mess, principe,” Rick said.
Cross tucked his weapon into the holster at his back. “Yeah, seems so.”
The barkeep poked his head over the bar top.
Rick chuckled at the sight of the man. “All’s good, Roger. Cross took care of it, go back to napping.”
“There’s a body on the floor, Rick.”
“I’ll have the boys carrying it out the back, no worries.”
“There’s brain on the wall,” Roger mumbled, looking green in his cheeks.
Zeke hid his laughter by taking a drink of beer.
Cross smirked into his own glass.
“I’ll get it cleaned up—go back to sleep.”
Roger pulled down whiskey from the shelf instead, and started sipping straight from the bottle.
“Check that bag,” Cross said, “and see if he actually brought cash, or if this was his plan from the jump.”
Rick pulled the bag out from under the weight of the dead man’s legs. “There’s a bit in here, but not enough for what he wanted to buy.”
“How many deals have you done with him?”
“This spot for each pickup?” Cross asked.
Rick sighed. “Yeah, principe, what the fuck about it?”
“He’s just one of several that’s going to start trying to pull shit on you, man. They’re noticing that you’re using the same place for a pickup, and that you either don’t have much backup, or the place is usually empty. They don’t follow rules like us—there’s no morals in this business when you’re supplying street gangs. If they think they’ve got an opening on you, then bet they’re going to take it. That’s all I’m saying.”
Rick’s jaw clenched.
Cross shrugged. “Probably should change venues a bit, or mix it up. Also, have someone else do the deal once in a while. Keep it fresh, and then it messes with them so they can’t make plans like that fucker tried to do today.”
Zeke shot Cross a look across the table.
“What?” he asked his friend.
Rick was waving at Roger to pour him a glass.
“Nobody likes an arrogant know-it-all, man, especially not in this business,” Zeke said.
“Let his ass get killed, then,” Cross said, pushing away from the table.
He had better places to be, anyway.
Cross did his job, so …
“Where the fuck are you going, principe?” Rick asked from behind Cross.
He kept heading for the bar’s front entrance. “Places to be, Rick.”
“You’ve got a mess here to clean up.”
Cross passed the body a look, unaffected. His first kill had been Derik in the winter, and this was his second. He had seen people get shot, once when he was just a kid, and a couple of times in his teens when bad shit went down while he was with Wolf. That was just the nature of this business.
Sure, the sight of the corpse with the side of his head blown apart was grisly, but it didn’t bother Cross all that much. He was still going to go on with his day, eat dinner, and sleep just fine when night came.
That was life.
“I’m not cleaning that up,” Cross said as he reached the door. “Like I said, places to be.”
“Got a girl to take to prom.”
And he was already running late as hell.
Always is live on Pre-Order!
I was waiting until the 15th of this month for reasons before deciding whether or not Always was going to go into Amazon exclusive, or vendor-wide. But, the 15th has passed, and so here we are.
Always is releasing October 2nd, 2017.
Grab your pre-order at one of the following:
Amazon US: www.amazon.com/dp/B075NQWJG7
Barnes & Noble: www.barnesandnoble.com/w/1127107532
I very much meant to post this over here on the blog as well for the Goodreads' viewers to be able to see, but I kind of, sort of forgot.
Or basically I have been hard at work on Revere (the Cross + Catherine book that follows Always) and got in one of my dazes.
I've even been extra quiet on Twitter the last few days. It happens when I'm serious business writing on a deadline.
BUT GOOD NEWS.
I am ten chapters away from finishing Revere, which means we'll still be on a month-after-month release for Always and Revere. October 2nd for Always, and November ... something for Revere.
Now, onto the real point of me writing this post.
Signups for the blitz + tour of Always are open with Indie Sage.
If you're a blogger and want to participate, you can find the signups HERE.
You can also add Always to your Goodreads TBR.
Hugs and love.
Author. Canadian. Mother. Lover. I write about bad guys who fall for their women and fall hard.