A Preview of The Red Diary

Marseille, France, 1640 A.D.

The wealthy French countess’s heart raced as the flames licked at her feet, the heat searing through her thin prison gown. The crowd roared with bloodlust, eager to witness her demise. But just as she closed her eyes, ready to succumb to the engulfing fire, a sudden commotion erupted from the outskirts of the crowd. Her panicked eyes narrowed, hoping, searching for Jean Pierre. Where in heaven’s name was he? Had he abandoned her like all the rest?

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Marseille, France, 1640 A.D.

The wealthy French countess’s heart raced as the flames licked at her feet, the heat searing through her thin prison gown. The crowd roared with bloodlust, eager to witness her demise. But just as she closed her eyes, ready to succumb to the engulfing fire, a sudden commotion erupted from the outskirts of the crowd. Her panicked eyes narrowed, hoping, searching for Jean Pierre. Where in heaven’s name was he? Had he abandoned her like all the rest?

Breakfast Island, Georgia, Present Day

A shiver ran down her spine as the famous fiction writer Angie Larson carefully traced her fingers over the intricate carvings on the ancient English chest––or was it French? She had always been drawn to mysteries, but this one felt different—more urgent, more dangerous.

Her mind raced with questions as she tried deciphering the cryptic clues etched into the wood. Why was the chest in her deceased brother’s belongings? Why didn’t he tell her about it before he died? What secrets did it hold within its deep, hidden compartments? And most importantly, who watched her every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?

Despite the unease gnawing at her, Angie knew she couldn’t turn away from this puzzle. The thrill of the unknown beckoned her forward, pushing her deeper into a web of intrigue that seemed to span centuries.

Little did she know that with each passing moment, she edged closer to unlocking the secrets of the Countess’ hidden wealth and The Red Diary. The closer she became to discovering answers, the more danger grew, lurking in the shadows, waiting to consume her whole.

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