Wednesday morning presented itself with the coastal charm of Nice for Perdita. She sat at an intimate little table for two at a charming café overlooking the beach. The rhythmic crash of waves on the shore mixed harmoniously with the lighthearted laughter of vacationers beneath the warm Mediterranean sun. The destination was turning out even more enchanting than she could have envisioned. When her editor had suggested a break after her grueling schedule of completing back-to-back novels, ...