Cover Reveal: ★By Any Other Name★ by @jmdarhower

A deadly rivalry.

Two families at war.

Nobody is safe, not even the innocent.

Especially the innocent.

Blood will be spilled.

Genevieve “Genna” Galante knows a thing or two about
causing trouble. After all, it’s engrained in her DNA. As the only daughter of
Primo Galante, notorious boss of the Galante crime family, her life is dictated
by a certain set of rules… rules Genna was never very good at following.

Matteo “Matty” Barsanti never wanted anything to do
with the family business, but as the first-born Barsanti son, certain things
are expected of him. It’s his duty, according to his father, to help take down
the enemy… even if that enemy means something to him.

A chance encounter on an elevator changes the course of lives,
causing the biggest trouble of Genna’s young life. The only good Barsanti is
a dead Barsanti. She’s heard it said time and time again. So what happens
when she falls in love with one of them?

The story of star-crossed lovers caught in the middle of the
biggest rivalry New York has ever seen, determined to make it… if only they can
survive their parents’ feud.

“A Roman Coke,” Genna mused. “What’s that?”

“It’s rum and Coke. We just call it a Roman Coke around here.”

“Because you’re Italian?”

“And because when you get drunk enough, it all just slurs together anyway.”

“Ah.” Genna picked hers up, motioning toward him with it. “So what are we drinking to?”

“Today.”

“Today?”

He nodded. “Right now, this moment. Let’s drink to it.”

Smiling, she clinked her glass with his. “Today, then.”

They threw them back at the same time. The liquor hit Genna’s taste buds and she grimaced, the vicious burn seeping down her throat and settling deep in her chest. “Ugh, is there even any Coke in this damn thing?”

Matty laughed, setting his empty glass down. “Just a splash.”

“I couldn’t tell.”

“That’s because I prefer it that way,” he responded. “Strong and rough, enough to leave a lingering ache. I like it to hurt just a bit.”

Oh good God. Those words sent a chill down Genna’s spine, one she couldn’t hide, as Matty waved for the waitress. Eyes never leaving Genna, he ordered another round of drinks.

“Another?” she asked, picking up the water to take another sip, this one to soothe the sting in her chest. “You said one drink.”

A sly smile curved his lips. “I like to keep them coming.”

“Is that right?”

“Absolutely.” Matty stood, leaning across the table, his lips near her ear. “Maybe you’ll let me show you later.”