Splitting Harriet: A Novel

Once upon a time, I was a rebel. And I have the tattoo to prove it. Then there was the spiked hair-the shade of which changed monthly-"colorful" language that can't be found in your everyday sixteen-count crayon box, a pack-a-day habit, less-than-modest wardrobe, and an obsession with guitar-trashing, drum-bashing music. Did I mention I'm also a preacher's kid? That's right. And like the prodigal son after whom I modeled myself, I finally saw the error of my ways and returned to the fold. Today my life is all about "lead me not into temptation." When I'm not serving as Women's Ministry Director at my father's church, I'm working at Gloria's Morning Cafe. I even have worthy goals, like saving enough money to buy the cafe, keep my Jelly Belly habit under control, and to never again hurt the people I love. No more parties. No more unsavory activities. And no more motorcycles You'd think I was finally on the right track. But since my dad's replacement hired a hotshot churc