Today I thought I would drop off a fun excerpt for Revere. You might recognize the scene from Always that is mentioned here.
Things are not always what they seem, after all.
So, Revere is currently on pre-order, and set to release on November 6th. Links to where you can grab a copy are below the excerpt.
Cross and Catherine are almost here again ...
“Uncle Giovanni,” Catherine greeted.
Her uncle lifted a hand in hello, but didn’t end the conversation he was having on his phone. “Andino, son, call your mother. Stop being difficult. I am not playing peacemaker between the two of you, and that’s the end of it.”
Cross shot Catherine an amused look as they neared her car. She had parked it in one of the visitor stalls in the underground garage the night before. Her uncle had been leaning against the driver’s door when they came into the garage.
Giovanni hung up the phone, and turned his attention on Catherine and Cross. “Morning.”
Cross only nodded in response, but pressed his hand to Catherine’s lower back. “Give me a call, huh?”
“I will,” she promised.
He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, and then turned to leave.
“Tell your father I said hello, Cross,” Giovanni said. “It’s been too long since he and I have had a proper conversation.”
For reasons Catherine didn’t understand, Cross hesitated in his steps. He looked over his shoulder at her uncle with a curious gaze.
“Calisto, you mean,” he said.
“Your father, yes.”
“My step-father,” Cross returned. “Everyone likes to remind me that he isn’t my real father.”
Giovanni shrugged. “Sì, well, that is them. I would never hurt my friend with that lie. As I said, tell your father I said hello.”
“I’ll do that, thanks.”
Cross headed two rows over in the underground garage to his Rover. Catherine waited until he pulled out of the space before turning back to her uncle.
“That was a strange conversation,” she said. “If you could call it that.”
To say the least.
Giovanni smiled faintly. “Not so strange, Catherine, considering.”
“That, reginella, is a story for another day. Every man has his secrets. A few of us are lucky to know them, and so we choose to keep them safe.”
“You know what, never mind,” Catherine said.
Her uncle was acting too strange for her to even bother.
“Do you remember when you were about, oh, fifteen or so? Your mother and father took Michel to Detroit to check out apartments for when he moved out that following summer.”
Catherine stiffened on the spot. “What about it?”
“You had the house to yourself that weekend. No babysitters inside.”
“I came over to check on you, and there was flour all over the kitchen,” her uncle continued as though she hadn’t spoken at all. “You said some crap about a bug or whatever. I knew it was bullshit from the first word out of your mouth.”
Catherine could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. “So?”
“You do realize there were footprints in the flour, right?”
“Oh, my God.”
Giovanni nodded to himself. “Two sets. One very obviously smaller, and yours. The other larger, and I thought, likely—”
“Yes, Cross was there,” Catherine muttered.
Her uncle chuckled under his breath. “I thought so.”
“Why didn’t you say anything, then?”
He shrugged. “I figured I had probably scared the shit out of the kid enough.”
Catherine laughed. “Not nearly enough, though. He stayed all weekend.”
“They did say Cross was always … fearless. You don’t seem all that surprised to see me here,” Giovanni said.
He stepped away from her Lexus as she pulled the fob out of her bag to unlock it.
“Not at all, Uncle Gio.”
“Neither did Cross, really.”
“Nope,” she said.
“Apparently, I rolled my ass out of bed before ten for nothing,” Giovanni grumbled.
Catherine side-eyed him. “Daddy sent you over?”
“How did you know?”
Her uncle sounded both amused and sarcastic at the same time. It was one of the reasons everyone—young and old—in their family adored Giovanni. Though he aged, he still behaved far younger than his years. He did not take anything too seriously. And he was always the first to bend rules simply to make things fun for everyone else, including himself.
“Well, to start,” Catherine said, “I know what he’s been doing.”
“Oh, do tell. Amuse me.”
“Having Cross followed. Allowing his men to make public scenes. I think we would call that intimidating him. Although, frankly, he’s just pissing Cross off. Someone needs to tell Daddy that this is all pointless. I told him what I told him, and I meant it.”
“Yes, I think he said that you were going to do what you wanted to do, and he could fuck off.”
“I did not use those words.”
Giovanni smirked. “I colored them up, Catty. Life is better when you color shit up.”
She laughed. “Is that so?”
“Yes. Remember it. It’s good advice.”
“However, knowing that there’s been some tension on the streets doesn’t tell me why you weren’t surprised to see me here.”
“You know what, no, that’s a lie. I am kind of surprised.”
Giovanni’s brow raised. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I mean, if he was going to send one of my uncles, he should have sent Uncle Lucian. At least he can be mean when he wants to be. You’re kind of a—”
“Watch it,” Giovanni murmured darkly.
Catherine grinned. “A sweetheart, zio.”
“I’ll … accept that, as long as you never repeat it outside of us.”
“Cross my heart.”
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Author. Canadian. Mother. Lover. I write about bad guys who fall for their women and fall hard.