The illusion of paradise is only in my mind.
"There is a disease that lives among us. It's not a virus, nor a microbe and not a germ. It's a deadly sickness nonetheless. It's a sickness known as greed."
Imagine what happens to a small community infiltrated with illicit drugs. The local young people become involved in the use and trafficking of drugs. Boys become thieves and gangsters, and girls submit to prostitution. They become outcasts and criminals - they become scars on the community.
Now imagine what happens if that same community is on a small atoll in the Pacific Ocean. And realize that the only help is one-hundred miles of open ocean away.
Maya is an investigator, a Spanish transplant living in French Polynesia. A passionate call from a friend disrupts her quiet life. Her friend is Fetia Picard, and her son is missing - can she help find him? Fetia lives on the atoll of Faaite in French Polynesia. She has lost her husband to the cartels, and she is left with a son and daughter. The call is a plea, an appeal for help, a fear of what could be true.
The call is a plea, a fearful appeal for help.
Just A Touch is a fictional story about a real problem in Polynesia. And it is about the people who come to the aid of those in distress.