The Extra Hour

One night off. One mask. One hour that doesn’t exist.

For eleven summers Angeliki has run the bar at the Chelonian, the beach café where every woman in Skala Eressos ends up sooner or later. She knows everybody’s order. Nobody knows hers. That’s the arrangement, and it suits her fine.

Then Louisa takes her keys, hands her a black lace mask, and orders her to be a guest at the end-of-season Halloween ball.

Angeliki does not dance. She does not get looked at. And she does not do summer women, especially the ones who leave on the October ferry; she has the three years that prove it.

But somebody at the ball knows her.

Then the clocks go back, and the island is handed an hour that belongs to nobody. In it, Angeliki finds something she never ordered.

A wry, warm, slow-burning romance from the Sappho’s Shore Collection, for anyone who has ever felt the need to hide.

Standalone. Sapphic. Happy ending guaranteed.