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What was your favorite scene to write? Why? Please include a snippet of the scene.
One of my favorite scenes takes place between Gabe and his father, Sheriff Mac Dawson. While there’s no question Mac loves his sons, he’s not particularly demonstrative of that affection. Gabe understands his father better than his brothers do, which has made Gabe the closest thing Mac has to a confidant among his sons. But in this scene Gabe learns he doesn’t know his father nearly as well as he thought he did.
Having almost lost his son Joe during the war in Afghanistan and now having almost lost Gabe in the line of duty has taken a heavy emotional toll on the Sheriff—although he does his best to hide it. I think this brief interaction between Gabe and his dad reveals a lot about both of them — through both what’s said and what isn’t.
Safe from Harm
Protect and Serve #2
By: Kate SeRine
Releasing October 4, 2016
There’s something about prosecuting attorney Elle McCoy that Deputy Gabe Dawson just can’t get enough of. Even with Gabe’s family legacy in law enforcement and promising career, Elle’s smart, sassy rejection of all his charm makes Gabe want her even more.
But Gabe’s confidence is shaken when he’s shot on the steps of the courthouse, protecting Elle from a terrorist intent on revenge. Worse, Elle isn’t out of danger yet. But as they race to counter the terrorist’s next move, Gabe determines to prove to Elle — and himself — that he’s a man worthy of her.
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Kate SeRine (pronounced “serene”) is a hopeless romantic who firmly believes in true love that lasts forever. So it's no surprise that when she began writing her own stories, Kate vowed her characters would always have a happily ever after.
Kate lives in a smallish, quintessentially Midwestern town with her husband and two sons, who share her love of storytelling. She never tires of creating new worlds to share and is even now working on her next project—probably while consuming way too much coffee.
Kate is also the author of the award-winning Transplanted Tales paranormal romance series and the Protect and Serve romantic suspense series.
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Excerpt from Chapter 12
Gabe winced as he genuflected and crossed himself before entering the empty pew. It wasn’t his usual way to spend a Saturday morning, but he’d been avoiding today’s visit for a while now and couldn’t really put it off any longer.
He pulled down the padded kneeler attached to the pew in front of him and gritted his teeth as he slid down onto his knees. It’d been three weeks since he’d been shot, but it’d most likely be a few more before he could really get around as he wanted to.
After he’d finally settled onto the kneeler, he slipped his Saint Michael medal from beneath his shirt and pressed a kiss to the silver before letting it rest against his chest. Before she’d died, his mother had given him and his brothers identical necklaces bearing the patron saint of police officers. He’d worn his every day since.
There’d never been any question Theresa Dawson’s boys would go into law enforcement — the Dawson family history pretty much guaranteed it. Gabe’s father and grandfather had had reputations that’d gained them the kind of notoriety that got their names in newspapers and history books — and on shit lists. And Theresa wanted to make sure her boys were protected after she was gone.
Gabe had never been particularly devout and hadn’t been to Mass in years — in fact, the last time he’d gone had probably been Kyle’s confirmation. But after the close call on the courthouse steps, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his mother had been watching over him — just as she’d promised she would. And it was time he’d kept his promise to her to get his ass to church now and then.
As he knelt there, offering up a prayer of thanks that was long overdue, he tried not to remember the day she’d made her promise, tried to keep her voice from invading his head and bringing back all the pain he’d tried to suppress for years. Too bad it didn’t work.
It was almost as if she were there beside him, smoothing his hair, the lilac-scented perfume she’d worn wrapping around him, a sensory hug that was a poor substitute for the real thing but was comforting nonetheless. He felt someone join him on the bench and the scent grew stronger. Startled, half expecting to see the ghost of his mother there beside him, his head snapped up.
But it wasn’t Theresa Dawson kneeling beside him.
“Dad?” he whispered. “What are you doing here?”
His father sent a glance his way but then returned his gaze to the crucifix at the front of the church. “Promised your mother I would come to pray for you boys every week,” he murmured. “And I have.”
It was then that Gabe noticed that his father gently grasped one of his mother’s old handkerchiefs in his fingers instead of a rosary. The delicate cloth still held the scent of her perfume.
“I didn’t know,” Gabe said softly.
His father took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Well, it was between her and me. Didn’t see the need to talk to you boys about it.”
That Gabe could believe. The Old Man didn’t talk much about anything, let alone the wife he’d buried years before. Maybe if Mac had been a little more open about what he’d gone through in the years since, the relationship between him and Kyle might not have been pretty much nonexistent until Kyle had returned to town and they’d been forced to deal with shit. They still had a way to go toward repairing things, but Gabe was relieved as hell to finally see the Old Man making an effort.
“What?” Mac grumbled.
Realizing he was staring, Gabe looked away. “Nothing. Sorry, sir.”
They knelt in silence for several minutes more before Mac reached over and clasped Gabe on the shoulder in the closest thing to a hug Gabe had received from him since he was a teenager. Then, in a move that would’ve made Gabe keel over in shock had he not been kneeling, his father put his hand on the side of Gabe’s head and pulled him close to press a kiss to his hair. Without a word, he rose and left the pew, leaving Gabe kneeling there with his mouth agape.