The Water is Beautiful

A swim has repercussions which neither of them could have foreseen.

1995. The Baltic coast. Days are warm. The Cold War is done. What's a diplomat to do but learn the language, get a tan, and fall in love? Anthony Prentice, pronounced Antony, is tall, dark, handsome and smart except when it comes to mixing drinks. At a beach party, he invites a married woman for a swim not realizing until too late the risk that she takes. "Aphrodite" as he calls her, tells her side of that night and the consequences which saying yes have for the rest of her life.

A reverse age gap affair. A forbidden romance. Aphrodite's Swimsuit is a warning.

Where there is life, there is desire.

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A review of Aphrodite's Swimsuit

"Writing is the nearest thing to giving birth. It takes madness to start, best when not drunk except with love."

A heart is the size of a fist, I'm told. If novels have them, this one packs a punch. I'm not pulling any when I say this is a hard read though short. Coming in at under 180 pages, Aphrodite's Swimsuit can't be classed a heavyweight except in hurt. But there is beauty along the way and a win not to be missed. I speak as its author whose writing is done and hands it over to you, my readers. Its heart is now yours as real as a transplant that beats with your blood, flutters in lighter moments, races with excitement in more, then rests, finally, in the knowledge that you, too, climbed its heights.  

"Words are air to lovers. They help us climb the cliffs."

Anthony, Duncan, and Aphrodite are the key players. A lost swimsuit is central to their fates. In a Baltic nation just getting on its feet in the 1990s, rules are easy to break. Love becomes blurred with obsession. Pacts with the devil are made by mistake. Before you know it you will be saying "I thought marriage would make me safe." But by then, it is too late. The curtain has gone up on a tragedy

"A heart like a rubber band can be strong yet still break."

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