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- Herausgeber: Marus Nofler
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
An intriguing erotic thriller that takes place in Milan, during 2015 International Exposition, where different characters have to deal with Summer's unbearable heat. The way John goes through his days is somehow peculiar. Fond of photography and technologies, he keeps many memories and secrets related to his past and present. Many are his hobbies and passions, as well as his manias and obsessions, but it is because of his kindness, his elegance, and of his way of living the loveliest moments that women fall in love with him.This time, he is attracted by a beautiful and well known lawyer who he will meet and who will share with him the most important instants of his life. Despite the happiness and folly they will share, they will be involved in an incredible, yet tormented, story. Enigmas will be discovered and the truth over people will be unrevealed. The reader will be absorbed by a stream of sweetness, love, sex, terror, cruelty, and lies passing through magical journeys, luxurious mansions, and natural landscapes. Be ready to hold your breath until the last of the pages that will make you dream, rethink, and wonder how much truth really stands at the base of the whole story.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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RED HOT JULY
Markus Nofler



Copyright © 2015 Markus Nofler All Rights reserved.
ISBN: 9788826058467




To me,
to my wife, who supported me and gave me advice by proof of reading more than once my work, to my son, who helped me out with his good knowledge about technology. To my daughter, who has sustained me by closely following the book evolution, even while living faraway. Last, but not least, to anyone who inspired me in some way.



This book is the product of the author’s imagination. Names, characters, places, thoughts, assertions, and events are purely artificial. Any reference to occurrences or real people is fortuitous.

RED HOT JULY
CHAPTER 1
It was a nightmarish night, the car external thermometer was indicating 38°centigrades and midnight was far gone.
With today, it had been the hottest week in that Northern city’s history. It was only the 1st of July: the hot weather was nothing similar to the dry African one; the hot weather in Milano was suffocating, humidity could be grasped with the hands.
He had now been parked in the street for two hours.
He would have loved to keep the engine turned on with the minimal temperature possible, but he would have risked to be noticed, besides consuming more petrol than the one needed to go back home.
He was standing halfway between his aim and a typical Milanese restaurant that he had been attending on purpose. He knew the menu, the waiters and waitresses’ names; he had been keeping on stationing in that long, boring and at the same time exciting, ambush for five days by now, just a few days after having met her.
He had all the car windows lowered and the roof was opened, but no air was circulating; he was wearing his usual cotton blue blazer matching a striped shirt. Had a police patrol passed by, they would have stopped and he would have promptly showed his documents and explained that he was waiting for the end of Graziella’s shift. The latter was the most beautiful waitress of the restaurant. He was anyway hoping that nobody was going to annoy him, overall if the very long waited for moment was finally going to happen. He was thinking about it everyday, all day long, even when he randomly woke up at night, always before going to bed and getting up in the morning.
He recognized to have an obsessive-compulsive disorder, he was aware of his obsessions and he knew that he had new ones, challenging ones, everyday. Knowing this was helping him to carry on being excited, to think about phantasies, and to have palpitations and adrenaline.
He was waiting seating in his car, with the music playing at the lowest possible level: he was the only person able to hear it. He was static, but this was not helping him not to sweat and there was not any forecast announcing a lowering in temperature or a bit of wind.
He was parked in a way in which, from the windscreen, he could see the third floor terrace of the house he was interested in. He kept on repeating his plan, wishing to himself that tonight was the night when it could finally happen. He was aware of the fact that the flat did not have air conditioning, he had met that girl, who had bewitched him ten days earlier.
