From the author of the bestselling GREEK ISLAND MYSTERIES series (100000 books sold)!
'The Greek James Patterson' - Greek Media
After the death of her two-year-old son, Susan lost her will to continue. Unable to move on, she agrees to her Greek husband's plan on a summer in Greece for the sake of her three living children. His family's mansion waits for them. A house with a dark past and a bleak future.
Travel with them to Greece and explore the mystery surrounding the ancient lands. join Susan as she crosses the thin line between sanity and the supernatural. Nothing is as it seems.
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts!
An amazon bestseller in its category.
Chapter 11
The young grasshopper leaped from the fence to the nearest rose bush. A charcoal cloud above covered the crescent moon and darkened its way. It dared another leap. It would be his last. Susan watched from her bedroom window as a swift bat made a meal of the night-travelling bug. Andrew’s weak snoring blended with the ticking of the hallway clock, creating a vexatious and tiresome soundtrack to Susan’s inability to sleep. Her hands ran through her red hair and gathered it up into a ponytail. She blinked rapidly and exhaled a loud sigh.
‘Fuck it...’
She kicked off her pink slippers and took quiet steps out of the master bedroom. She did not risk turning on any lights. She raised her cell phone and held it in front of her, forming a greenish fluorescent rectangle on the floor. Round and round the spiral she went. The house watched: dark, silent, still. Susan closed the kitchen door behind her, happy to not have made a sound. She placed her phone on the counter by the row of dirty dinner plates and pushed open its flashlight. A strong ray of light came from its camera lenses and fell upon the glasses on the table. Susan approached. She took another look toward the closed door and bent forward. Her nose stopped an inch away from Penelope’s glass. Susan’s tongue dived out of her mouth and licked the glass, journeying down, savoring the lone drop of wine lingering on the bottom.
A shiver of ecstasy like bolts of electricity shook every nerve in her skinny body. Her skin pores opened, and warm sweat exited her body. She looked around. Nervous. Guilty even. She swallowed the lump inhabiting her throat and steadily took the four steps needed to reach the cupboard where Penelope kept her wines.
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Greek
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Translated by Anna Vanti
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Italian
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Translated by Giulia Savelloni
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Portuguese
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Translated by ANDRE DIOGO WEBER 2
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Translated by Jesus M. Gonzalez
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