Blood On The Vines: A murder mystery drenched in wine, romance and dark secrets...a whodunit...in Portugal

Blood On The Vines: A murder mystery drenched in wine, romance and dark secrets...a whodunit...in Portugal

Pedro Ferreira was raised at Quinta da Ferreira, a vineyard in the Setúbal region of Portugal, where every grape held a secret, and each vine a memory. As a child, he learned that vines, like people, need pruning—shaped, cut back, sometimes bled—to bear their true fruit. In the quiet rows, he discovered his own difference, his sexuality fermenting in silence, a private longing that ripened as slowly as the grapes he watered under a punishing sun. Years later, when Pedro entered Villa Misteriosa—or the Villa of Mystery—a whitewashed sentinel perched on the cliffs of the Algarve, he finds not only desire but also uncovers something more hidden beneath its floors, like a heartbeat waiting to be discovered. The echoes of his ancestors' smuggling suddenly shine through in his own hands, glittering and poisonous. Five strangers gather beneath its Moorish arches: Pedro, as brooding and layered as a Touriga Nacional; Chloe, sparkling yet fragile as a chilled Vinho Verde; Luca, smooth and seductive like a Chianti with a touch of bitterness; Jack, bold as a rugged American bourbon posing as wine; and Maria, fiery and dark as a Syrah in full sun. Their night begins with intoxication—wine, lust and reckless laughter—but by morning, one lies dead. The villa's British owners, who returned unexpectedly, stumble into horror. Secrets unravel like cork pulled from an over-aged bottle. Throughout the pre-trial, suspicions between the five strangers swirl like sediments at the bottom of a glass. Who is the killer— and why? It's a case of whodunit... and no one is talking. The truth hits with the shock of bitter tannins on the tongue, sharp, undeniable, and final. Justice, imperfect yet unavoidable, is served. Or is it?