.png){kind=small}
#TeaserTuesday...The Marked One (The Marked Series, #1) by Chevoque
It has been ages since I did anything here and I decided that I should share a little something about my upcoming book, as I am balls excited about this two book series. Now, while it is only releasing next year and I'm also working on several other books at this stage, I really wanted to start introducing the two main characters from the first book in the age old manner of a #TeaserTuesday.
Set in Pittsburgh, for a special dedication to a great online friend, who is an inspiration, I decided to have a local SA girl move to the USA and fall for the guy with a more new adult (so far) feel... But obviously, it is not that simple and I am not sharing anything other than this special scene, I think, will tease you just enough.
Note: This piece is unedited and might not be the final product that ends up in the book.
***
Tristan looked at the caller ID on his phone, as he got into his town car. His assistant, Ivan, was still somewhere in the building to grab contracts he needed to sign, before they both were going to meet up with a business associate for brunch.
"Hello, father," he said.
"Well done it, son, I'm impressed. How ever did you manage to buyout all of Feldman's stocks from the Craigs Company?"
"Persuasion. Motivation."
"And endurance," his father completed their little rhyme. Tristan looked at the building's entrance to check if Ivan had been close, only to spot a woman that looked like she was truly furious, as she stepped out. She was walking, down the few steps at the entrance, with her eyes held low. Her long dark hair made it impossible for Tristan to see her face, as it created a small protective curtain, but he didn't like seeing anyone leave one of his buildings, acting like that. It gave the wrong impression.
She stopped a few metres away from his car, shaking her head to herself, as she looked at the ground. He got out of the car, because he wanted to know why she was so mad. If a client had irritated her; she needed to know that, that was how the world worked in business and if it was management at the company she worked at, that treated her unfairly, it needed to be reported.
Every company in the building was owned by his family and any company causing trouble, meant it made his family's good name, look bad.
"Son, are you still there?" His father asked, as the woman turned to face the building. She said something that he could barely hear, but he did make out the Gerardo motto paired with lies in her sentence, while an accent he couldn't figure out, played with the words in an odd fashion.
"Yes, just a little issue," a man past her and said something that had clearly upset her. "I'll call you back in a moment," he told his father and ended the call.
The woman took, whatever the man told her, in and kept looking at him, as he walked in Tristan's direction. When she faced him, he understood why the man said something she disliked; because it was likely the reason why everyone, who was passing her, was watching. Initially, he thought all the eyes on her was because of how differently styled she looked, in the green dress and brown leather jacket with matching boots, in the depths of summer.
But, she was beautiful beyond the meaning of the word. Not generic beauty that you get in magazines and on TV shows. She was unique and she was hanging on his living room wall for the last week, in the form of a portrait.
The Marked One.
He was certain it was the woman from the painting. The upper left side of her face, across her eye and about halfway down her cheek, a birthmark marked her beauty. She had bright green eyes, which looked like shimmering peridot stones, and the artist of the portrait, had captured the sadness in those very eyes, nearly too perfectly, to the way the woman looked in that moment. Then her eyes locked with his for a mere second, before she turned and walked in the opposite direction.
***
Blurb and pre-order links coming soon
See you on the other side!
Chevoque
