Today JC Emery’s Rev blog tour stops by and I have a deleted scene for you as well as a giveaway!
I also have a peek at the cover for Crush, Jeremy and Cheyenne’s novella, releasing June 10th!
With the looming threat from the Mancuso Crime Family, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club is preparing for a war that could destroy them. Grady, the club’s Sergeant-at-Arms, knows that love makes you weak, and he has zero interest in adding to his liabilities– especially now. He’s already got his teenage daughter who keeps him on his toes and a beef within the club that could fracture his relationship with a fellow brother for good.
For Holly Mercer, her life is finally getting on track and the last thing she wants is trouble from her hometown’s resident outlaws. Keeping her nose clean is easier said than done, when suddenly she finds herself embroiled in club business. Holly might like the idea of being with a real-life bad boy, but even being in the same room with tough-as-nails Grady flusters her.
When Holly inadvertently finds herself on Mancuso’s radar, she has two choices: trust that Grady will protect her, or continue to refuse the club’s help. Both roads are dangerous, but only one has the chance to damage her beyond repair.
Love is never more dangerous than when it can destroy you.
Check out an exclusive deleted scene from Rev
-Daddy’s Little Girl-
We’re as silent as can be and as inconspicuous as possible as Grady pulls up beside the overgrown row of bushes. But that’s not saying much. I offered my Jeep up for this mission, but Grady refused. He said that taking the truck is tradition. And that’s the sick part about what we’re doing here. He’s done it before, and apparently quite often.
Apparently every time.
Poor Cheyenne. She’s not been on a single date that her dad hasn’t followed her on like the sick, twisted stalker that he is. I honestly don’t even know how he got me to agree to this. On principal, I object to the invasion of privacy and the assumption that Cheyenne can’t make her own decisions regarding sex. On the other hand, I’m nosy as hell, don’t trust my man on this mission alone, and well, I’ve seen Jeremy Whelan without his shirt on. It’s a good thing he’s about to turn eighteen. The fact that I noticed a seventeen-year-old’s physique is just plain wrong. So here I am—helping my Old Man stalk his teenage daughter on her first date with the aforementioned teenage heartthrob. I don’t know how my life went down this road of insanity, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“Lemme ask you this, what is the worst that you think is going to happen here?” I ask Grady from the passenger seat of his pick-up.
“You remember sucking my cock earlier?” he asks.
“How could I forget? You’re freaking pushy.” I admonish him only playfully. He found out early on that no means “keep asking and I’ll slap it out of your hand”. Which is, coincidentally, at the same time when I found out exactly how a big tough biker sounds when he’s yelling out in pain. In hindsight, I may have slapped him a bit harder than intended. At least I can say that his beloved cock and I have made amends. We’re quite fond of one another these days.
“Pushy is exactly fucking why we’re here,” he gripes. “I don’t trust this kid.”
“You trust your daughter?”
“Ain’t worried about her,” he says. “Worried about him.”
On the other side of the line of bushes are Jeremy and Cheyenne. They climb off of his beat-up old Harley and leave it behind in the parking lot as they make their way inside arcade. Grady puts the truck in park and kills the engine. I watch in horror as his left hand reaches for the door handle.
“Oh no you don’t,” I snap and pop him on his knee. His eyes narrow, but his hand moves away from the handle and rests on his lap. “You are not going to go in there and stand in a corner like some kind of sicko. They’re in a crowded arcade for crying out loud.”
“I just want to play some skee-ball,” he says. Freaking liar. The only balls he wants to throw into a dark hole are Jeremy’s.
“I’m not comfortable going in there. It’s too crowded,” I say. His expression softens as he sighs heavily in defeat. This is why we work. He’ll fight with me until the end of time and he’s an unreasonable asshole on most days, but when something really matters, he listens. And this matters.
It’s been a month since Mindy’s attack and the nightmares are calming down. Ian is still on stand-by when I need him, but with Ruby’s encouragement, I’ve started to work through those dark moments on my own. Ruby’s of the opinion that I’m not going to get past this crap if I keep relying on other people for help. I don’t know that I agree with her, but I’m giving it a shot. When I awake in the middle of the night, I don’t ask Grady for help or to comfort me. I just let the awful memories assault me until I’m able to push through it. While Ruby thinks I need to buckle down and deal with it on my own, my mother thinks I need to talk to a therapist.
But I can’t and won’t do that.
Shit happens. Awful, horrible things happen in life and sometimes you just need to power through them. Move on. Move up, Grandpa says. My grandfather is the wisest man I know, and one day he’s going to meet Grady and he’s going to love him. I just can’t help but feel guilty over how much this has affected me when I wasn’t the one being hurt. I just had to witness it.
In a shameless attempt to stay inside the safety of the truck and redirect the conversation, I unbuckle my seatbelt, scoot closer to Grady, and rest my head on his shoulder, and say, “Cheyenne can make her own choices.”
“No she can’t,” he grumbles.
“She can and should be making her own choices regarding her body and her life. You can’t take that from her. Besides, I think they’re cute together.”
“Her body? No, she can’t. I ain’t dead yet, and I don’t want to be dead yet, so shut up about her body, will ya?”
“You wouldn’t act like this if you had a son,” I say.
“Nope. Because he’d be some other father’s problem, not mine.”
“Sexist,” I mutter.
We rest like this, with me tucked into his side, for another hour. It’s peaceful and quiet. A few cars drive by with their music blaring and a car horn sounds. Other than that, I’m able to stay calm the entire time.
When Jeremy and Cheyenne exit the arcade, she’s sporting a scowl on her face and he’s wearing a grin. She snaps at Jeremy which makes Grady chuckle in response. Jeremy laughs and pulls her inside his side with his arm slung around her neck. He bends down and places a kiss to the top of her head. She slaps at his stomach but smiles wide. Her face develops a beautiful crimson blush on her cheeks. My heart swells for them. There’s nothing like falling in love for the first time.
“I’m not ready for this shit,” Grady whispers as he holds me tight. These are the moments I’m sucked into falling in love with him all over again. He’s so earnest and vulnerable.
“Let her grow up, baby. If you fight this, you’re only going to push her into his arms faster.”
“Besides, if he hurts her, you could always shoot him,” I say. “He’s still a prospect. No harm, no foul.”
Grady turns his head and looks down at me with a grin on his face that is almost creepy it’s so wide. He says, “Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” I say. For just a moment, all the horror disappears and it’s just he and I and our future in the cab of his truck—firmly ensconced in our own little bubble. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cheyenne climb on the back of Jeremy’s bike. She’s got her helmet on her head and her arms wrapped around his waist. They take off and in less than a minute they’re out of sight and onto their next adventure.
As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor’s degree in English. JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and can’t imagine a climate more beautiful.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories– and everything has at least a splash of romance.
Young love is always perfect. Until it’s not.
Cheyenne Grady is a total daddy’s girl to her bad-ass father, the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club. She’s funny, and kind, and she just wants that deep, earth-shattering love like her dad has with her school secretary, Holly. But Cheyenne’s been looking in the wrong direction, because the only good that can come from the way she looks at Jeremy Whelan is a lesson in heartbreak.
Jeremy always wanted to prospect for the Forsaken Motorcycle Club and wear the same patch as his father. When a life-long dream becomes reality, Jeremy realizes that the outlaw lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. Nor is it easy on relationships. He wants to be a good man, but temptation is everywhere.
Cheyenne is beautiful, and strong, and exactly what Jeremy could have forever. As long as he doesn’t screw it up.
Love is never more powerful than the first time.