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Kidnapped and transported to an unknown destination, Kate is used as a powerful man's secret toy. When he tires of her, she is drugged and taken back to her home. Neither the police nor her only family, her brother, Bryn, believed she was kidnapped and brought back to her flat. It just didn't make sense as Bryn had received photographs of her and her new husband honeymooning in Europe. Confused but determined to find her kidnappers and bring them to justice, she hires a private detective, Red, but he comes with baggage of his own, which he has to work through before he can help her. Kate…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
Kidnapped and transported to an unknown destination, Kate is used as a powerful man's secret toy. When he tires of her, she is drugged and taken back to her home. Neither the police nor her only family, her brother, Bryn, believed she was kidnapped and brought back to her flat. It just didn't make sense as Bryn had received photographs of her and her new husband honeymooning in Europe. Confused but determined to find her kidnappers and bring them to justice, she hires a private detective, Red, but he comes with baggage of his own, which he has to work through before he can help her. Kate advertises and finds another victim, Fiona, who was turned into a drug addict by the Boss, as he's known. Both girls had been tattooed with a weeping spider on the base of their spine. When an international assassin comes after them, Red sends them to a place of safety, where Kate must learn to defend herself. To make matters worse for Kate, she discovers Bryn is gay and a male prostitute to the rich, employed by her ex-fiancé, who organizes these orgies. Tormented by the spider that runs up and down her back, Kate must find her inner strength and, together with Fiona and Red, go down a terrifying path of drugs, sex, and murder, before coming out in a peaceful white tent.
Autorenporträt
The most important day of my life was a day I cannot remember. It was the day of my birth in Oudtshoorn, South Africa, where Lesley Marlene Riley made her first and noisiest entrance. My brother decided I should be named Dolly, and that is the name by which most people know me. My parents tried to call me Lesley, but it just never worked. When I was six weeks old, my parents moved to Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, where I was declared an illegal immigrant and they were given twenty-four hours to remove me from the country. After much dancing, my father managed to sort the immigration out, and I was thankfully allowed to stay. At school, essay writing was my favourite homework subject, and after marking one of my essays, my English teacher suggested I consider writing as a career. Of course I wanted to be a pop star, but for that you first have to be able to hold a note, which was certainly not my forte. After school, I went to the Tech, where I studied secretarial skills and later became a personal assistant. The Rhodesian war escalated, and now married with three children, we lived on the Mozambique border, a real hot spot, where I had to learn to shoot and, if necessary, defend my family. At the end of the war, we moved to South Africa and later to the Transkei, where I bought a florist/gift shop. My English teacher had piqued my interest, and I took a short story writing course and have written numerous short stories for my own pleasure. I live in East London, South Africa. My interests are antiques and floral art.