The character of Vivi was engaging as was her daughter. It was a light read, funny in spots, somewhat predictable. Vivi's husband leaves her and her daughter for another man. Vivi decides to go back to the roots of her parents, Greece. Her daughter, Melissa is a troubled teenager experiencing mor...
I had left Donk in Marika’s custody. She was circling the block because parking was non-existent. My assassins couldn’t find parking either, so they were following in her tire prints, chomping at the bit because I’d told her to drive at the speed of snow melting in February. By some feat of magic...
One of the family kids ponied up the information for the sweet, low price of me listening, while he and his—and my—cousins practiced their English on me. Fifteen minutes of "What you name?" and "Where's the party?" later, I was wandering pale hallways inside the main house...
He’ll never forget the way Vivi looked as he drove away. Her in that white sundress with the blue flowers. He slams his fist on the steering wheel and nothing happens. It doesn’t hit back. Maybe they’ll meet again someday. In another life – it would...