Publisher's Synopsis
Perfect for fans of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale, Polly Ticks is a blazing indictment of sexism and male privilege, with an astonishing ending that will leave you wide-eyed and gasping.
It's a man's world and she was just living in it. Or rather, hiding in it. Assistant fashion-photographer Polly Ticks had settled perfectly into her self-silenced life. Invisible amongst the most beautiful people on the planet, mousy Polly was content. Life was perfect.
Until the day of the plane crash.
Polly and the three mega-star male models never did make it to their photo shoot. The private jet went down on an uninhabited island in the South Pacific.
And Polly's wallflower days were over.
It didn't happen all at once. For a while, the men were satisfied with bossing her around, taking charge as if by right. They: Tarzan - She: Jane. But soon that wasn't enough, and the men's eyes began to rake her body with lust.
What had she expected? It was hard to blend when you were the only woman in sight. Suddenly, Polly wished she were more like her mother, Janine. She always had the upper hand. That woman could've taught a master class on taking control.
Well, maybe Janine had...
One Woman. Three Men. Sexual Politics.
