This explosive conspiracy thriller is based on a true terrorist blast on Africa's oldest Jewish Temple on 4/11, in 2002. Djerba is a Tunisian holiday island and the melt pot of international, political intrigues but when the corpse of a British woman is washed up on the shore, things turn both personal and highly-explosive. Under-cover agent Monica ventures into a world torn by conflicting values; between jet-setter parties, Islamic extremism and age-old, Arab superstitions. Will she unravel the truth, before the murderer strikes out at her as well and the course of history takes a devastating turn?
Este livro é fruto da observação do cotidiano e suas histórias têm uma boa dose de verdade, descontados alguns exageros que dão mais sabor ao contido, além de preservar melhor a identidade dos protagonistas. “Escrevi estes contos a título de distração. Tenho o hábito e a profissão de redator. Alguns publiquei em revistas, mas a maioria é de…
Alexis Debary has travelled the globe and has lived in Arabic speaking countries for many years and knows to bind first-hand glimpses of the Muslim world with cliff-hanger action and vibrant sex appeal. This full-length debut plays with cultural prejudice and sets the reader's imagination rolling with a crash toward the story's unexpected outcome.
They come to a climax in a succession of mutual cries that tumble over the arched roves and into the night, frightening the bats from the surrounding tree crowns to flap into the sky and poke the darkness with black claws. The lovers, oblivious to what they set in motion, moan as their hearts thump against their ribs. Only slowly, do they slow to their regular beat again and the young man wipes a sun-kissed lock out of the girl’s sparkling eyes. In response, her quick tongue flicks out, licks lightly over his ear lobes and he sighs, soaking up her hot breath. Then they sink to the roof in an exhausted heap. She hitches her shoulder under his armpit, while the firmament of the stars shines on their sweat-oiled bodies in the jellied light. Her hair fans out over the white dome behind them. Bilal, drained to the bone, tenses never the less when one of her silky curls brushes his chest and a wave of contentment washes over him, rendering him dizzy and robbing him of his sense of reality.