Chapter Three – The Corsicans

Back at the yacht around midnight, we were sitting on the upper deck when Giovanni returned smiling from ear to ear, in the company of his French girlfriend Giselle.


Back at the yacht around midnight, we were sitting on the upper deck when Giovanni returned smiling from ear to ear, in the company of his French girlfriend Giselle.

One of the consequences of the Internet is the devaluation of concepts that we used to take for granted: Reviewers and Reviews. Nowadays everyone can do his own reviewing, from books, plays, toys, games, movies through restaurants, hotels, travel-arrangements and people. A recent article in The New York Times accounts of the large scale trade [...]

Since the launch of Angie’s DIARY three years ago, we have been under ever increasing attack by spammers and hackers. Lately our staff has been inundated by extra work because of it. It started out with relatively innocent “comment spam”. These comments are made by marketers to attract readers to their websites with a hidden [...]

Is there anything, anything at all in this whole wide world, this blatant, brutal planet, filled with treasure and deceit? That can possibly equal, contest or supersede, the expression on your face, every time you look and smile at me.

You are an established author and have already published, or you have aspirations to become a writer but you haven’t got a clue how to go about furthering your vocation.

Chapter One – The Genovese Connection Part one In Catharina’s bedroom, that gave unto a large roof terrace where her mother grew her herbs and geraniums, a stretcher was prepared for me, while my friend Ronald was given a guest bed in her brother Pippo’s room for the night. Pippo was a 9 year old, [...]

First chapter of a semi-autobiographical, romantic thriller. In France, Angie meets Catharina who invites her to come to Italy.Here they get involved in a nightmarish adventure of murder and deceit.

I woke up to the crowing of an overzealous rooster, and with the sweet musky odor of Catharina in my nostrils, I opened my eyes, only to find Catharina staring at me with a sensuous smile, supporting her head on her elbow, her legs entangled with mine. The evening before we spent in what the [...]

A ministerial Fiat 130 limousine came to a screeching halt in front of us, and a slender, well dressed man in his late thirties got out of the car in a smooth cat-like manner… ‘Uncle Salvatore’ Catharina squealed, hurling herself at him and hugging him passionately. ‘Ciao, tesorina’, he said in a low baritone, smiling [...]