![]() ![]() In my rush out the door, I threw on a pair of baggy jeans, a green T-shirt, and my blue Converse. “Um, thirty.” I bit my lip wondering why that mattered. “Besides, I’ve been living here for seven months now.” “All of my ID cards were in my wallet and I was in a rush,” I said, wide- eyed. “You walk in Greece with no diavatirio.” He cleared his throat before he corrected himself. Finally, there was someone who spoke my language well. Panos say you left your wallet at home,” one officer said in perfectly clear English. I yearned to catch some meaning, but the Greek sounded like Greek to me and too fast. The officers eyed me up and down as the ticket officer caught them up on the story of my transgressions. The third police officer put down his iced coffee, which Greeks called a frappe. Two had stopped swinging their koumbolois, a string of rosary- like beads that Greek men carry around, oftentimes clicking and petting out of habit. Dressed alike in crisp, navy blue uniforms and black combat boots, they stood up at the sight of us. I raised an eyebrow noticing that they also happened to be three handsome twenty-something rookies, each sporting the typical young Greek masculine look: short, dark brown hair, and scruffy, day-old facial hair. Within a minute, I found myself face-to-face with the Greek police. Chasing Athens was recently released as part of the Terpsichore contemporary romance imprint from Musa Publishing. Here’s an excerpt from the first chapter of Chasing Athens a romantic comedy by Marissa Tejada. ![]()
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