Hetta Coffey is a woman with a yacht—and she’s not afraid to use it! A globe-trotting civil engineer with attitude, Hetta is working on coming of age—albeit a lit-tle late. Pushing forty, and still single, hetta is the epitome of the “b” word: bold, bossy, brassy, breezy, and brash. After leaving a life-long swath of failed multi-national affairs in her jet stream, it is no wonder Hetta prefers living with her dog, r.j. But old habits die hard, and trolling for triceps is Hetta’s hobby. Plying the waterfront in search of saturday brunch, Hetta’s attention is snagged by a parade of passing yachts—especially their predominantly male skippers—and experiences a champagne-induced epiphany: If she had a boat, she could get a man. In hopes a floating Valhalla will overcome an all-time low water mark in her life, Hetta buys her dream boat in spite of a spectacular ignorance of all things nautical. It seems living aboard is just her cup of spiked tea until a shadowy stalker, an inconvenient body, and Hetta’s own self-destructive foibles imperil not only a fresh lease on life, but an unexpected romance. Hetta Coffey brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “sink or swim