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For thirty-year-old Kerry her Denver townhouse is the safe zone. Everything else? Lava. There's a worn path (that might be a slight exaggeration) between her home office and the kitchen. She fritters away her days in front of the computer and buries herself under mountains of work. Sometimes, she wears pants. And her mother expects her to abandon this suburban fortress to vault across the ocean to Greece? Not a chance.
Normally Olga is force of nature. Right now she is in a little bit of a coma, but don't you worry, this coma is make-believe. She can snap out of it any time she likes. But she worries if she wakes up her son-in-law will come to finish the murder he started, so he can snatch away her beloved Hotel Kokkinou and claim it for himself.
Josh goes to Greece following a woman—his woman. A broken man, Josh has a shiny new collection of regrets and one shot at redemption. But for what? While Kerry, Olga, and Josh work to save the hotel, none of them realizes how close they are to kissing death's cheek. Whatever happens, one thing is guaranteed: the whole village will be talking about it.
Once again, Greece works its singular magic in this witty, thoroughly charming, and often laugh-out-loud novel.