Cilla dumps her fiancé, Matt, and his well-heeled lifestyle to tackle a new future aboard Tindarra, a boat she buys on time-payment. Romance for her will be the Chinese junk sail she plans to sew for her new home.
Matt scoffs and tries to spoil her independence but during her first sail a three-masted junk crosses her path and she makes a tactical error that has far-reaching consequences for that independence.
Sheltered water sailing is the way Cilla wants her boating – that is non-negotiable. Deep water scares her witless. Has it not stolen people she loved?
Why then has she fallen in love with Jim, an architect who loves the ocean and sails it for pleasure and business? She won’t compromise with a partnership that doesn’t involve sharing one hundred percent, and the sea is a no-no.
Jim has reservations too, for a serious relationship would spoil his lifestyle, and yet this petite girl has grabbed his heart. He knows she fears open water and wishes she would accept his help to beat her demons. To win his angel-sprite must he give up all else he loves?
These are star-crossed lovers indeed, and the sea cares no more than the stars.