Sailing Past Straight

My sister sent me to Greece to have one bad idea.

I kissed the captain.

At thirty-nine, I’m excellent at managing other people’s problems and pretending I don’t have any of my own. My marriage is ending amicably. My career is offering me everything I’m supposed to want. Naturally, I’ve packed color-coded luggage for the vacation I tried three times to cancel.

Then I meet Alina Petrou.

She’s barefoot, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by my request for a written weather contingency plan. She has black curls, a crooked smile, and hands that make me reconsider twenty years of admiring capable women.

She also has a rule about sleeping with guests.

I have rules about absolutely everything.

A storm and one impossibly small bunk make a convincing argument against both.

Between stolen kisses, lessons that have very little to do with sailing, and nights I can’t file under anything sensible, I begin to discover what wanting someone actually feels like. Alina is supposed to be teaching me to let go. Instead, I’m noticing how carefully she avoids letting anyone hold on to her.

Back home, a career-defining offer is waiting for my answer. My return flight has a date. And the woman who can bring a boat through a gale is terrified of a relationship that might last beyond day ten.

I’ve spent my life making plans for things I didn’t want.

For once, I want the woman first.

The difficult part will be convincing her that I’m not already planning my goodbye.

Sailing Past Straight is a high-heat standalone sapphic romance featuring a late-bloomer awakening, opposites-attract banter, forced proximity, one very small bed, and a happily-ever-after worth changing course for.