The Vesuvian Mistress
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by George W. J. Laidlaw
Description: Lienna West wants Blair Crowley to help her determine whether there are precious artifacts lying on the bed of the Bay of Naples off the site of Herculaneum. Blair Crowley wants to learn more about the beautiful and exotic archaeologist. Lienna has another reason for exploring the city destroyed by the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius almost two thousand years before. Her grandfather, who bought his family's safety in World War II by offering artifacts to the local Nazi commander, disappeared in 1944 with the reputation of being a collaborator. Lienna needs to know what happened to him. But there are others looking for Marco Aurchelio's treasure trove, and they aren't fussy who they have to kill to get it. Before the truth is discovered, history--Blair's and Lienna's--will come back to place them in danger.
eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: December 2006
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [330 KB]
Reading time: 214-300 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
He looked up again to see if she were coming back, and at that moment a strange feeling crept into his heart. Something had changed. Lienna was still out of sight, but he knew approximately where she was, so she hadn't wandered away. Yet something was different from a few moments before.
He looked at the landscape and tried to determine what had suddenly alerted him. Then he started to run. God, he was a fool. All those white snowballs and chunks of ice looked so idyllic, but even on a deserted island there was danger.
"Lienna, come back!" He had no gun or weapon, nothing to stop what was about to happen. He stumbled over the rocks but caught his balance and ran, knowing his life depended upon him getting there in time. Even then he knew it might be too late, and that he and the woman he loved with all his heart might die.
"Lienna, come here. Run, run!" It all seemed like a bad dream. Eyes don't lie, but they are sometimes fooled.
One of the white boulders had moved.