Just Add Salt

by Jinx Schwartz Narrated by Beth Richmond

Overview

Hetta Coffey, a globe-trotting engineer with attitude, a penchant for trouble, and a yacht, is back, and this time she is steering us into hot Mexican waters. Miffed that vacation plans with her chronically absent boyfriend Jenks Jenkins have gone awry, she accepts a job in Baja. So what if she and her friend Jan are spectacularly unqualified to take her yacht on a thousand mile cruise in the eastern Pacific Ocean in the middle of hurricane season? Hiring a handsome, if somewhat fishy captain for the trip might keep them off the rocks, but probably won t do the same for her future with Jenks. Meanwhile, a little eye candy on board can t be all bad. Hetta's unmanageable independence impels her to tackle the very profitable, if environmentally and politically incorrect project south of the border. True to form, her irreverent nature and disregard for danger soon swamps her in a sea of inconvenient bodies, illegal aliens, a pesky whale, and a menacing Mexican machinator. And without her usual arsenal of firepower. Set sale for Baja Mexico s Magdalena Bay as Hetta Coffey leads us once more into a morass of intrigue that will keep you laughing, breathless, and wanting more. To quote Lord Byron, Hetta would much rather sink beneath the shock than moulder piecemeal on the rock.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940171712303
Publisher:	Books in Motion
Publication date:	02/15/2009
Series:	Hetta Coffey , #2
Edition description:	Unabridged

Read an Excerpt

"Are you out of your effin' mind, Hetta? We can't take a forty-five foot boat all the way from San Francisco to Cabo by ourselves."

"Yacht."

"What?"

"It's a yacht, not a boat, Jan. If it has a bathroom and a place to sleep, it's a yacht."

"Yeah, well Miss Smarty Pants Sailor Girl, it's a head, not a bathroom."

"You are ab-so-loot-a-mente correcto. See how boaty we've become? Last year I didn't even know what a head was, and now I have one. And, as you can hear, I've been studying Spanish."

"Knowing what to call the potty and knowing how to take the damned thing to Mexico, where you only have an inkling of the language, are not one and the same. We can't do it."

"And why not?"

"Well, for starters, we don't know what we're doing."

"When has that ever stopped us? Besides, I do know how to handle this boat. Yacht."

"I'll admit you have the skills necessary to bar hop from waterfront dive to waterfront dive along the estuary, but every time you've ventured out under the Golden Gate Bridge, Jenks has been on board. I know, I know, you do take Raymond Johnson to Treasure Island by yourself, but that's completely different. It's only a few miles away, inside the bay. Cabo San Lucas is at least a thousand miles away. In the Pacific Ocean."

"Fourteen hundred, give or take a mile. And we can do it."

"Hetta, for over twenty years I have let you rope me into mess after mess, but not this time. Remember the skiing trip? And how about those sailing lessons?"

"The ski instructor was cute," I insisted.

"I broke my arm and you got the guy."

"Okay, but you did learn to sail."

"With an all-lesbiancrew."

"Jan, you're the one who signed us up with the Gay Nineties Sailing Club. I think Dilly was a little sweet on you."

We had a good laugh, reminisced about some of our misadventures, but then Jan grew somber. "Oh, how I miss RJ."

"I know. What a dawg he was. Sometimes I forget he's dead. Just the other day, I found myself loading Alpo into my supermarket cart." I felt the sting of tears for my departed dog. "Wouldn't he have just loved a trip to Mexico? And in a boat named for him?"

"We can't go without Lars and Jenks."

"Can too."

"Can not."

I stubborned up. "Then I just might go alone."

"Oh, no you won't."

"How are you gonna stop me?"

"I'm going to tell your mama."

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