Sing Me Under

On the sun-drunk Aegean party island of Kythera Nera, where superyachts moor below whitewashed beach clubs, the island's hottest DJ, Ligeia Marou, is secretly a siren who has not sung in three years — her voice, locked behind a gold choker, would walk any man who hears it into the sea. When yacht heirs start washing up in the harbour smiling, a luxury mogul hires Leon Laertides, the last hunter of the Order of the Mast, whose bronze ear-cuffs forged from Odysseus's mast make him deaf to siren song — and every clue points at her.