In The Blood of the Greeks (Intertwined Souls Series Book 1)
Mary D. Brooks
Author Bio
Mary D. Brooks lives in Australia and has been writing for forty years including short fiction stories for various Australian magazines and some non-fiction articles. Mary works as a web and graphic designer in addition to being the chief editor and owner of the AUSXIP News and Multimedia Network of sites. When she’s not writing, reading, creating art or designing new sites, Mary travels when the travel bug hits and is always on the lookout for new adventures.
Description
Historical Lesbian Romance in War Ravaged Greece
Secrets. Passion. Destiny.
In the Blood of the Greeks is set against the backdrop of World War II. The novel begins in a most troublesome period of human history, where subjugated by the might of Nazi Germany, two women meet under extraordinary circumstances. This is the story of Eva Muller, the daughter of a German Major, in command of the occupying force in Larissa, Greece in 1942. Through the intervention of the village priest she meets Zoe Lambros, a young Greek woman with vengeance in her heart and a faith in God that has been shattered by the death of her family.
Eva and Zoe must work together and overcome their hatred for each other while facing down their own demons. Hatred turns to friendship as they find common ground while helping Jews escape from the Nazis.
Book excerpt
Zoe was about to enter her small house when she caught sight of a familiar figure coming up the cobblestone street. A sneer curled her lips. The distinctive, tall figure of Eva Muller made its way slowly up the street, her head bowed. She wore a cloak; Zoe had never seen her without the garment on. Eva wore it even on hot summer days. On a few occasions she had seen Eva without the hood up but never without the cloak on. Now the hood covered her head, but it was unmistakably her
Zoe’s hatred for Muller’s daughter was well known in the village and she had already been prevented twice from killing her, much to her disgust. The entire village was very much aware of what had transpired at the massacre six months before, even though no one could recall Eva except Zoe. Zoe tried to tell them that Eva Muller had laughed while their families were dying. Many thought Zoe was still in shock and in grief over the loss of her mother.
Eva reminded Zoe of her brother Thieri—tall and slender with raven-black hair that surrounded an angular face and a dimpled chin. Eva’s blue eyes were mostly cast downward as she went about her business, not eager to make eye contact with anyone. Wherever she went, she had two soldiers shadowing her, ready to protect her in case anyone tried to harm her. Not that they could have protected her if the Resistance really wanted her dead.
Zoe continued to watch as Eva passed and, without thinking, knelt and picked up a small rock. She fingered the stone in her hand for a moment, and saw an opening in between the two soldiers. It was perfect—Eva’s head was in the middle and in a perfect location. Zoe drew her arm back and threw the rock, hitting Eva square in the back of her head. A thud echoed back to Zoe, who grinned and jumped in triumph as Eva stopped and slowly turned. Eva lowered her hood and stared at Zoe in surprise. Zoe continued to grin, oblivious to the very real danger that she could be shot where she stood. One of Eva’s guards, the one Zoe had nicknamed Goliath, advanced towards her, his rifle in his hand, and the other aimed his gun at her, waiting for their mistress’ signal.
Outraged blue eyes met stormy green and held for a few moments. Eva lowered her gaze but not before Zoe noticed, much to her surprise, that her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Eva turned back without a word, mumbled something in German to her guards, and walked away. Her guards quickly followed her down the street. Goliath looked back at Zoe and glared before he turned his attention back to his charge.
Zoe stood transfixed at the doorway, watching the retreating figure. She was mesmerized by Eva’s demure behavior. Not quite the image Zoe had envisioned.