Pierre's Story: Sequel to "I Was, I Am, I Will Be"

Genre: Non Fiction
$3.99

Book Summary

Reeling from the violent death of Michelle, the love of his life but a dangerous French terrorist, and the emptiness of never seeing their son Pierre, John Coventry sets off for a fresh start in Los Angeles. Unnerved by the Intelligence officers’ parting words, "You can never leave us John", he hopes to disappear into the crowd and put his time working as an undercover agent in the Intelligence Services behind him. But recurring nightmares haunt and torment John, driving him to the very brink of insanity.

As a means of escape, he dives head first into the Hollywood Celebrity scene of parties, sex, drinking, and drugs. While his friendships with the famous and the constant blur of the nightlife numbs his senses, he cannot shake the past and his feelings that he was responsible for Michelle's death. Determined to make amends, he begins the heart wrenching and painstaking process of searching for his long lost son. Unbeknownst to John, watching and waiting in the shadows are both the Intelligence services and the surviving terrorists, who now know that John had been a plant in their midst.

Armed with the knowledge that Rondell, Michelle’s best friend and former terrorist, had fled the bloody Police ambush with the baby Pierre in her arms, and had trekked across France to her Aunt’s in Germany, John leaves Los Angeles and rents a small cottage in the wilds of Normandy. Returning to France may bring him closer to his son, but it also stirs up painful memories of Michelle, the time they spent together, and the future they never had. Lonely but determined, he attempts to track the surnames of Michelle and Rondell’s aunt but nothing appears in any searches or registries. A distraught John wonders if his dreams of reconnecting with Pierre would ironically die, not far from where he and Michelle shared so much love and laughter.

As his nightmares intensify, John seeks the confidence of his actor friend Vincent Schiavelli, who advises him the only way to rid his head of the demons is to write a memoir of his extraordinary life. As the mist settles over his small cottage, John begins the intense journey, reliving memories he’d buried and recounting times he only wanted to forget. In the middle of his writing, he receives an agonizing telephone call from his brother in England - his mother has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. Stunned and horrified, he immediately returns to England, determined to support and nurse his mother through her terrible illness.

One bright sunny morning, John returns from running errands to find his mother in a very agitated state. Two dark-suited men had been poking around, asking her personal questions, and inquiring as to his whereabouts. Worse, the dreaded question, "Is the child here?” It didn’t take John long to figure out the men were part of the Intelligence services. What did they want now? Would they ever leave him and his family alone? The past he fought so desperately to escape just kept creeping back. How long had they been watching him? We’re they the only ones?

With the death of his darling mother, John was alone, alone with his thoughts and alone with his nightmares. The pain of his past was always present. His search for Pierre, while not over, had continually come up empty, leaving John with the reality that he might never know what happened to his son, and like Michelle, they would never have a future together. One night as John is checking emails, he comes across an inquiry about his search for Pierre and a return telephone number. His curiosity piqued, he calls the number and connects with a young man, who was very interested in John and the time he had spent in Jersey, Channel Islands. He tells John his name is Peter and that he lives in St. Helier, near St. Brelades Bay in the Channel Islands. John’s heart stops. Could this Peter be Pierre - his Pierre?

A few days later, John is on a small plane circling St. Brelades Bay, the same Bay that once held so much love and promise, but now holds only the scattered ashes of his beloved Michelle. She once made John a promise, a promise that no matter where he was, or what he was doing, she would always be with him, he only had to look upon the wind, and she would be there. Standing on the beach, after almost twenty years of pain and anguish, John grins as the young man with the mop of black hair walks towards him, his brown eyes smiling, and his t-shirt dancing in the wind. The resemblance between the two is striking. John can only wonder…

REVIEWS:
"A disturbingly, stunning read which has a deceptively easy style that conceals a darkness in the characters that rings true. A warning to us all"
Samantha Fox. United States of America.

"The authors’ innate ability to vividly portray the mindset of the people involved in the book is quite extraordinary. I did not need to question the ending... it had to be that way... Now I am crying again. A well worthwhile read".
Carol Hartshorne. United Kingdom

"This is a vivid and moving account of events…very different to the first book "I Was, I Am, I Will Be" This novel takes you on a heartbreaking journey.”
Christopher Smith- United Kingdom.

"I can't find the words to tell how much I've been touched by this story. But the experience I just had with Pierre’s Story really re-introduced me to the great feeling of reading thrilling books. I have been torn and filled with sunshine - chapters after chapters, lines after lines."
Jullian - France.

“Pierre’s Story immerses us in the lives of father and son as they come to terms with their choices, their history and their secrets. A captivating novel full of charm, humour and great depth, this gripping work evokes every emotion as both a thrilling spy story
and a tragic tale of love and loss.”
Erin S. – Canada

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About the Author

I began to write at the age of five, using my family as characters in my first epic novel, "The Rabbit Family”. Although never formally published, the single, handwritten and self-illustrated copy of “The Rabbit Family” did make appearances at the local school, grocery store, bowling alley and bridge club meetings, courtesy of an enthusiastic Mother and her large purse. I am grateful to my family for allowing me to develop my imagination and creative flair without ever passing judgment. I realize at times this must have been difficult.

I was blessed to be born into the most wonderful and loving family, with parents who adored each other and three incredible older brothers who still arm wrestle at Christmas to see who's the strongest. My older sister is my best friend and someone I'm not sure I could ever do without. My family gave me my foundation and helped me be the person I am today. We've had our struggles, losing Mom at such a young age, being at the top of the list, but we've always stuck together. I am thankful for their love and the love of their spouses and children.

Being the youngest kid in a big family is an awesome thing, even if meant I had to be the "official television station changer" before the invention of the wireless remote (long story...maybe a future blog post!). And then there were the times my oldest brother made me run laps through the house to "train" for the Olympics, while he sat on the stairs, laughed and shouted the odd word of encouragement. Do I begrudge him? Hell no! I just made his two girls sprint back and forth in my backyard when they came to visit...

Creativity is about having the courage to not only find your voice but share it with others. It can be frightening - I know. For too long I was afraid, and kept my creativity safely hidden in the closest. Afraid of being laughed at...ridiculed for being a bit zany.

So I tried other means to satisfy my imagination. I coloured my hair. A lot. I re-arranged furniture and painted walls. But nothing seemed to work. I couldn't deny it. I had to write. I was forced to write. And I was liberated.

I enjoy all sorts of writing and don't like to pigeon-hole myself into one particular genre. It all depends on the vibe I'm feeling for that particular day.

I've written non-fiction books, fiction books, articles and over forty scripts for short 30 second animation pieces. I enjoy what I do and have to admit it does give me a feeling of accomplishment. Life is all about what you make it. If you never take the chance, you'll never know just what you might be able to accomplish!

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