A trip to a stunning Greek island, the first leg of a months-long summer vacation with my best friend, shouldn’t
include kidnapping, gunshots, and a body count on the itinerary.
I love Santorini, it’s a gorgeous island.
Although, that’s not all that’s gorgeous here.
Now
I know why they call them Greek gods.
Tall, thick dark hair, mysterious dark eyes, tanned bodies with chiseled abs.
But
this is supposed to be a girls trip.
The first time I met one of the “gods”, he stormed into me without apologizing. What a jerk!
The
second time I met the same “god”, he got me so worked up, I slapped him. Hard.
The third time? Well, I guess that’s what bedrooms are for. And now I only want more.
But the secret life he’s running from just may kill me.
