It’s a pleasure to be welcoming Dean and Catherine Reineking to Novel Kicks and the blog tour for their book, The Amalfi Secret.

For readers who love thrillers grounded in human emotion and history, The Amalfi Secret by Dean and Catherine Reineking delivers a captivating blend of mystery, betrayal, and courage.

When Gabe Roslo’s long-awaited reunion with his grandparents in Amalfi turns to tragedy, he’s left with more questions than answers. A cryptic diary, hidden codes, and whispered secrets soon point to something far greater than a family mystery—an international web of power and deceit with roots in history itself. With Anna, a quick-witted Roman local, Gabe dives into a dangerous pursuit that tests every instinct and challenges his idea of truth. From the cobbled streets of Amalfi to the political undercurrents of Rome, their search exposes the cost of uncovering secrets others will do anything to keep buried.

Dean and Catherine have shared an extract from The Amalfi Secret with us today. We hope you enjoy it. 

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Post-September 11, 2001

The lone fisherman realized the time was approaching. It was nearly eleven o’clock. Pulling his woolen cap down against the chill of the autumn night, he chuckled as he mused about the interesting character who’d approached him at the docks that afternoon.

Who am I to ask questions? he thought. After all, he’d been pulling in only small catches lately. Seemed like an awfully simple, if mildly inconvenient, task for the amount of cash the stranger had offered.

As he maneuvered his small, wooden rig along the coastline, the lights of the Amalfi Hotel emerged from the blackness. He guided his boat into position and scanned his surroundings. No one else was fishing the waters below the hotel. He was alone.

When he cut the engine, he could see a party in progress on one of the balconies. It appeared to be in full swing with loud, raucous voices. He unfolded his fishing net and hoped they’d be too drunk to notice him.

He checked his watch again and surveyed the rest of the hotel. Many of the windows were already dark. A lone person was standing on the balcony one floor above the party. He was leaning on the banister and watching the boisterous activity below.

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