Tattered Innocence

by Ann Lee Miller

Overview

A tale of passions indulged, denied, and ultimately forgiven:On the verge of bagging the two things he wants most-a sailing charter business and marrying old money-Jake Murray's fiancée/sole crew member dumps him. Salvation comes in the form of dyslexic, basketball toting Rachel Martin, the only one to apply for the first mate position he slapped on craigslist.On a dead run from an affair with a married man, Rachel's salvation is shoving ocean between her and temptation.Rapid fire dialogue and romantic tension sail Jake's biker-chick of a boat through hurricanes, real and figurative. A cast of wannabe sailors, Rachel's ex, Jake's, a baby-go along for the ride.The many-layered story weaves together disparate strands into a seamless cord. Mother and daughter look eerily alike-down to their lusts. Their symbiotic bond, forged in the blood of childbirth on the kitchen floor and cemented by their secrets, must be cracked open. A son must go home. Sin must be expunged.Tattered Innocence is for anyone who's ever woken up sealed in a fifty-gallon drum of their guilt.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781482740479
Publisher:	CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:	03/14/2013
Pages:	362
Product dimensions:	5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.81(d)

About the Author

Ann Lee Miller earned a BA in creative writing from Ashland (OH) University and writes full-time in Phoenix, but left her heart in New Smyrna Beach, Florida, where she grew up. She loves speaking to young adults and guest lectures on writing at several Arizona colleges. When she isn't writing or muddling through some crisis--real or imagined--you'll find her hiking in the Superstition Mountains with her husband, meddling in her kids' lives or at AnnLeeMiller.com.

Tattered Innocence debuts in February, 2013.

Ann says: Every year in elementary school the teachers wrote, "daydreams too much," on my report card. Like Ty Pennington, no doubt, put his, "can't sit still," to good use on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, I cashed in my bad behavior writing novels.

However, sometimes the daydreaming didn't work out so well in real life. When I was twelve, my job was checking the depth when we sailed near shallows. I jabbed a pole at the bay floor and yelled out how many feet of water we had by reading the notches on the stick. One day the pole stuck in bottom, and the next thing I knew, I clung to the pole, suspended a couple feet above the water, and my family sailed away.

Of course, I didn't waste all my hollering about mud and barracuda and cold water as I sunk into the seaweed waiting for Dad to lumber the motor-less, forty-foot hulk back around to fetch me--I wrote it into one of my books.