TITLE: A GAME OF SAILS
GENRE: Romantic Adventure
The goal is a medal at the next Olympic Games, but can two complete opposites even earn the right to represent the USA? Sailors' Gold is a 70,000 word romantic adventure novel that offers an insider's view of Olympic sailing.
Small triangles of boats already covered up the sun-baked Miami grass by the time I got back to the dock. I pulled my own Solo up onto its two-wheeled dolly and onto the lawn, completing the hardest transition of the day: from svelte sea creature back to land-bound clunky human. On the water I felt so graceful, as if I had been born to sail. On land I felt like a caged tiger who'd been told not to roar.
I dropped the dolly handle, parking my boat in its spot right between Rachel and Alex. She was already pulling a protective cover over her boat, careful not to lean her dark pink miniskirt against the wet fiberglass. Even by her standards (way higher than mine), pearls were too much for the post-race boat park. The three or four other sailors who were still hanging around their boats hadn't yet changed out of their dripping wetsuits.
"What happened to you, Case?" her brow furrowed. "I thought you'd win that last race."
"I thought I would too." Heaving an enormous sigh, I took a swig from my water bottle. It tasted almost sweet after all the salt spray. "I didn't factor in Spencer Harding."
"Spencer?--but he's in the men's fleet."
"He capsized right on top of me. What an idiot."
"It's his first regatta."
"Well he should've learned to sail a Solo before he showed up at a national team qualifier!" I shook my head, sending water arcing off my matted braid.