A baroness poisoned. Dark secrets. And one woman determined to uncover the truth. March 1870. Serafina Florio investigates the suspicious death of a baroness and uncovers a dangerous plot to destroy the heirs of a large fortune. The adventure leads her to a palatial villa in Bagheria, an aristocratic watering hole on Sicily’s gold coast where she pursues the truth despite haunting peril, diminishing funds, and a heady romance with her childhood sweetheart. Will she have enough time to … [Read more...] about Death started it. Madness moved it. Love ended it.
Sicily in the 1870s
Excerpt from Death In Bagheria, publishing soon Her task accomplished, Serafina went to the window once again and gazed at the ornamental pools, the cork tree, the gazebo, the harbor in the distance. “Is your favorite still the gazebo?” she asked Rosa, resting against the wall. She answered in the affirmative, then pointed to a bench near the high grass. “What’s that—mist?” Serafina looked. “More substantial than that. I believe it’s someone sitting outside, but who could it be? Oh, for the … [Read more...] about What Adriana Saw
Excerpt from Death In Bagheria, publishing soon Thursday, March 24, 1870 Serafina noticed clouds massing in the distance. “What do you do when it rains?” she asked della Trabia, after her breathing returned to normal, raising her voice over the clatter. She slid to one side on the hard seat and clung to the rail. “Me? I have my own horse. As for the rain, we’ve been lucky the past four, five years. Seldom rains in the spring, I know, but we’ve been having a wet one this year, good soaking … [Read more...] about You Don’t Like the Ride?
Excerpt from Death In Bagheria, publishing soon Thursday, March 24, 1870 Serafina spun her glass around to the ship. Splinters of bright sun glinted off the waves and the metal hull of the Caterina Bella as the crew hoisted the gangplank while men untied the ropes and threw them over the side. Serafina forgot everything around her and leaned against the railing, feeling again the mysterious pull of the ship’s power and might. Like Etna, it held her momentarily in its thrall until she shook … [Read more...] about Women Wearing Black Shawls
Excerpt from Death In Bagheria, a work in progress Wednesday, March 23, 1870 “Why would a woman suddenly keep a journal?” Serafina asked. “Doesn’t make much sense unless …” “There you go again, swinging in the sky,” Rosa said. “… Unless Baroness Caterina had a lifelong predilection for keeping a journal. Yes, I believe there might well be other volumes. We must find them. Can you leave tomorrow?” The madam threw up her hands. “Make up your mind if you still have one!” While Rosa wrote a … [Read more...] about Make Up Your Mind If You Still Have One