Ghostwriter

At a bass tournament on Lake Guntersville, a retired truck driver hands a retired rock legend a paper napkin with four lines written on it. Johnny Cross reads them once, reads them again, and puts his rod down.The melody was already there. It had been waiting his entire life.The man who handed him the napkin calls himself Earl McClain. He has lived quietly on the lake for years, leaving the maps wrong about the last turn to his trailer on purpose. He has twenty-six sets of words piled up in yellow legal pads — written over ten years he wasn't supposed to be writing, by a man who wasn't supposed to exist under that name. His real name is Ray Donnelly. And the songs are about a woman named Amber, written with the interior knowledge of a man who loved her and knew exactly what she was, and who chose to write the truth of both things anyway.When the songs find their way to a Nashville showcase, sung by Jack Kent — an entertainment attorney who never meant to be a singer — the room goes quiet. Not politely quiet. The quiet of people who understand they are hearing something true.The wrong people are listening too.The Ghostwriter follows Ray's songs from a bass boat in Alabama to a 22,000-seat arena in Phoenix — through the recording studio, the label meetings, the tour bus at one in the morning, and the dressing room where Jack sits with Johnny Cross's thermos and learns what it means to carry someone else's truth in your voice until it becomes your own. It is a novel about the people behind the music, the cost of finally writing the honest version, and a song so true that the woman it was written about can't stay away from it — even knowing what it costs her to hear it.