About the Book
Annie Whitman’s ordinary Midwest life is shattered with the sudden death of her husband Jack. Thirty-five and failing at life as a widow, she turns to the comforts of vodka in an attempt to camouflage the cold sheets of an empty bed. The necessary inebriation helps her to cope with Jack’s death, but 
proves to be a deterrent in recovering any sense of normalcy. After spending several months at the bottom of a bottle, Annie stumbles upon a lockbox in the crawl space of her basement. Opening this box also opens her eyes to the likelihood that Jack Whitman might not have been the honest and doting man she married.
Annie embarks on a mission to the Virgin Islands to uncover the truth about her husband’s past and seek safety from her brother-in-law, who seems to be the captain of his own sinking ship. While settling into paradise, she meets the wickedly handsome, but surprisingly reserved Kessler Carlisle, who is struggling with his retirement from country music superstardom. With Kessler’s help, Annie discovers the heart’s uncanny ability to heal, and the possibility that dead men don’t always keep their secrets-even if they’re buried in the Caribbean waters of St. Croix.
The Achilles Heel delves into the formidable fact that everyone harbors darkness, and some will go to the depths of the ocean to keep their secrets hidden.
Excerpt
KESSLER
I stopped and watched them dance together for a while. He whispered something in her ear, and she threw her head back, laughing like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. After twenty years of marriage, they were still giggling and teasing each other as though they were a couple of high school kids. Whenever they were out together, Wade always had his arm hanging around her shoulder, and Hope’s hand would be in his back pocket. They were a real-life John Mellencamp song. And how they acted together at home was no different. They never took their hands off each other, but they’d been together long before Wade got rich and became a celebrity.
With one divorce under my belt, I didn’t ever want to put myself through that kind of pain again. My ex-wife ruined my trust in women and demolished my desire to be married. Maybe if I didn’t have fame or money, things would be different. Or maybe if I could find a good woman who didn’t know who I was, I could love her wildly for the rest of my days.
I found myself staring off into space once again, wanting to feel that fire for someone, but having no idea when or where I would find her.
The dance floor heated up with people acting a fool. Wade left his wife in the hands of a drunken drummer and headed back my way.
“Goddamn you’re boring, Kess,” he said, poking me in the chest. “You need me to tuck you into bed and read you a story, or are you gonna go out there and dance with my hot-ass wife?”
“Better be careful what you wish for, ’cause I might be going home with her tonight.”
Wade bantered back, “Only reason you’d be riding in her car on the way home is because you live next door to us, and don’t think we’re taking you all the way to your front door either. You can walk from the end of our driveway.” About that time, Hope waved us over.
Wade offered up his glass of whiskey and said, “To an amazing tour and a more amazing break from it.”
He had no idea how permanent of a break it was actually going to be, but I raised my glass and added, “To life-long happiness.”
Author Bio:
Karyn Rae is an emerging Romantic-Suspense author. Her debut novel, The Achilles Heel was released in May 2014. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and the Columbia Chapter of the Missouri Writers Guild. Karyn resides in Missouri with her husband, son, daughter, and chocolate lab- Augusta Mae.
The first part of Karyn’s life was spent in the South, and the last fifteen years have played out in the Midwest, but she’s still holding on to a shred of her Southern roots. She is a wife, mother, daughter, and sister who has made it her mission in life to carve out a career for herself, while keeping the husband and the children happy.
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