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Today I’m on the ‘Staying Out For Summer’ blogtour, organized by Aria Fiction.
To promote Mandy Baggot her book I have some ‘basic’ information and an excerpt for you.
About the Author :
Mandy Baggot is an international bestselling and award-winning romance writer. The winner of the Innovation in Romantic Fiction award at the UK’s Festival of Romance, her romantic comedy novel, One Wish in Manhattan, was also shortlisted for the Romantic Novelists’ Association Romantic Comedy Novel of the Year award in 2016. Mandy’s books have so far been translated into German, Italian, Czech and Hungarian. Mandy loves the Greek island of Corfu, white wine, country music and handbags. Also a singer, she has taken part in ITV1’s Who Dares Sings and The X-Factor. Mandy is a member of the Society of Authors and lives near Salisbury, Wiltshire, UK with her husband and two daughters.
For Lucie Burrows, it’s time to embrace Greek life and put the past behind her!
Having spent the summer of 2020 battling a global health crisis, Lucie Burrows is looking forward to a summer out of lockdown. When best friend, Gavin, finds them the perfect Greek escape Lucie finally starts to think this summer might just go without a hitch.
But after a landslide puts the village into a local lockdown, Lucie is thrown together with Michalis Andino, the super sexy village doctor. It’s not quite the holiday she had planned, but things could certainly be worse.
As Lucie relaxes into the Greek way of life, she begins to wonder whether this lockdown might just end in a new life, a new love…
Kalamaki Beach, Corfu, Greece
The sun felt so good on his skin. As Dr Michalis Andino rested his bare torso against the beach sun lounger he felt his body drop into the material of his towel and deeply rest. This was what he had been missing this past year. Peace. Relaxation. That feeling that everything in the world was going to be OK. He was home and it felt good. Compared to the vibrant and often hectic heart of Thessaloniki, the island of Corfu was a flatline. But in the best of ways. The quiet was exactly what he needed right now. Quiet meant no destruction, no demand, no death. His body bristled then, his thoughts waking up and jumping on a train rather than stilling into a sunshine slumber. He needed to switch his brain off as well as his body. This was what this sabbatical was all about. It was either step away, rejuvenate and take a time-out or… break down.
Slipping his sunglasses upwards to rest on his dark hair, slightly longer than it had been for a while, Michalis surveyed the scene. The golden sand was speckled with loungers and bright blue parasols shading those who required it. Children made holes in the earth, building castles, digging trenches, chasing each other with buckets filled with sea water. The turquoise sea lapped slowly up the beach, swimmers having to wade out a reasonable distance before the sparkling water was deep enough to swim in. He would swim later. Once he had given himself a little peace just lying still, recovering… and not looking at his phone.
Squinting against the sun, Michalis shielded his eyes and turned his head a little to the left. Had someone called his name? Surely it was his imagination. That was the problem with having lived through the worst time of your career, you were always on high alert. Dr Andino, this patient is worsening and we do not know why. Dr Andino, we need more Remdisivir. He wasn’t sure exactly how long it was going to take to completely let that heightened awareness go. He settled back on the lounger, discarding his sunglasses on the plastic table to his right that held his bottle of Alfa beer. Then he closed his eyes again.
There was that voice again. It was female and it sounded vaguely familiar. Was he dreaming? He really didn’t want to open his eyes…
‘Please, Doctor, it is my eye.’
Michalis jumped then, almost falling from the lounger and into the sand. Feeling someone in close proximity he sat up, opening his eyes and finding himself a lot less than one-and-a-half metres away from Athena Martis from his village. Not only that, but the sixty-something woman was leaning into him, her eyelids prised apart by her fingers, one eyeball bulging like a huge shiny pink marble.
‘Mrs Martis,’ Michalis began. ‘Please do not open your eye that way here.’ He tried to lean away from her. ‘If the wind blows the sand then the sand will end up—’
‘—Help me, Doctor,’ Athena said, unrelenting in her quest to show him the inner workings of iris, pupil and a white that did look very pink. ‘The itch, it is unbearable. I blink. I do not blink. It is all the same. The doctor in Acharavi gave me an ointment, but it makes no difference. Harris says he will not listen to my pain any longer. Nyx tell me you come here so… I come here.’
Nyx. His little sister was going to pay for this.
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