California Crush E-Book

Callie Love

• Herausgeber: More Happily Ever Afters
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Brody Jenkins is the king of both cryptocurrency and surfing. He has the perfect playboy, beach-bum life­­––until he loses it all…

Brody doesn’t want to be a hero, but he can’t ignore the woman in the raging rip tides in front of his beachside home.

Vella Clark shouldn’t be in the ocean, but she’s been practicing saying “YES!” to life, and that mantra brought her here.

Brody and Vella have sizzling chemistry, but is Brody willing to risk everything to be with her?

When Brody’s massive fortune is stolen, the only logical suspect is Vella. What will happen next? Find out in California Crush.

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Leseprobe

CALIFORNIA CRUSH

A STEAMY OPPOSITES-ATTRACT ROMANCE FEATURING A BILLIONAIRE SURFER

ANN OMASTA

CALLIE LOVE

CONTENTS

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1. Vella

2. Brody

3. Vella

4. Brody

5. Vella

6. Brody

7. Vella

8. Brody

9. Vella

10. Brody

11. Brody

12. Vella

13. Vella

14. Brody

Epilogue - Vella

Colorado Cowboy Sneak Peek - Sadie

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Acknowledgments

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1

VELLA

She wouldn’t want me to be depressed. I have grieved for months over the death of my very best friend in the entire world. If Maddie were here right now, she would tell me in no uncertain terms to get out there and live my life to the fullest.

So, that’s what I’m going to do. I’m done moping. To honor vivacious, fun-loving Maddie, I’m going to start saying “Yes!” to life.

There won’t be any more hiding in the shadows for me. I was always the quiet, awkward one, while Maddie was outgoing and charismatic. For some reason, she selected me to be her best friend in kindergarten, and I have been basking in her magnetic, glowing orbit ever since.

I still can’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that she’s gone. A freak accident on one of her beloved horses took her from us in an instant, during the prime of her life.

I’d give anything to have her back, but that isn’t an option. Instead, I’m going to force myself to be more like she was by embracing my life and appreciating all that it has to offer.

It feels so good to call my demanding boss at the software company where I’ve toiled away during the past four years and quit my job. I worked impossibly long hours and gave them my all, despite their lack of appreciation for my sacrifices.

My boss, who used to sweet-talk me into regularly working weekends and holidays, quickly turns on me after I give her the news.

She starts out trying to convince me to stick it out, but once she realizes that I am determined to leave, she snaps that I should immediately return my company laptop, credit card, building access key, and cell phone.

Rather than thanking me for all of my hard work or offering to give me a professional reference, she says, “I’ll have someone to replace you by next week.”

“Oh,” I say, startled by her abrupt rudeness, but she has already hung up on me.

I tap the button on my phone to hang up and blink at my apartment’s stark-white wall. I’ve been working so many long hours since moving in here that I didn’t even take the time to hang any pictures or do a minimal amount of decorating to make this a home. Instead, it’s a blank, empty shell.

This apartment is utterly dull and boring––just like me.

“Well, not anymore!” I announce to the empty room with more gumption than I’ve felt in years.

Deciding to act while the urge is strong, I go to my closet and begin packing my clothes. Luckily, I haven’t accumulated many belongings, so I’m able to fit everything that matters to me inside my compact car.

After a quick call to my landlord to let him know that I’ve moved out, I start my car and stare out the windshield. My hand hovers over the gear shifter as the car idles.

I have plenty of money saved since I have been all-work-and-no-play for the past several years––despite Maddie’s adamant requests to the contrary.

It suddenly hits me that I am completely free. I’m not tied down by a job or family commitments. I’ll simply call my parents to let them know where I end up, so they don’t worry.

I can go anywhere, do anything, and be anyone I want. Unfortunately, I am at a loss for ideas on all of those fronts. I’ve never allowed myself to imagine a world where I can do whatever I choose. It’s both liberating and terrifying at once.

After taking a deep breath, I tap out a quick text. Where should I go, Maddie? I want to take life by the horns and enjoy living.

Unfortunately, she doesn’t respond. I should be used to her silence by now, since I’ve texted her cell phone with every bit of news or random observation that I’ve wanted to share with her since her accident.

I hope her husband continues to pay her cell phone bill forever because it’s the only way I feel any continued connection with her––even though it’s a completely one-sided conversation. The realization that some stranger may someday have her number is incomprehensible.

The thought enters my mind that I could go to the ranch Maddie loved so much in Colorado, but I dismiss the idea almost as quickly as it emerges. That is the place where Maddie died, and I’m not ready to face that yet. I may not ever be ready for that.

Besides, horses were her thing. I need to find my own passion.

After a quick stop at my office to dump my company-owned items at the reception desk, I return to my car and wait for inspiration to strike.

I lean back on the car’s headrest and stare at the clear blue sky. It’s full of white, puffy clouds. Although I try to see a significant shape in them, nothing appears. I’m so desperate for any kind of sign from Maddie that it makes my stomach ache, but she refuses to give me one. It’s almost like she’s truly gone, but my mind and heart can’t accept that.

Suddenly, a tiny hummingbird appears at the corner of my windshield. Its wings flap so fast they blur.

I blink rapidly, almost unable to believe my eyes.

Maddie always loved hummingbirds and kept a feeder full on her front porch at the ranch. She claimed the quick-moving, brightly colored birds bring good luck, so I gave her a crystal hummingbird ornament for Christmas last year.

The bird hovers in front of my car as if it is looking right at me. I’ve never seen or experienced anything like it. The surreal feeling is overwhelming.

“Maddie?” I say aloud to the empty car.

Just then, an upbeat song begins playing on the oldies station of my car’s radio. The bird zooms away as I realize the tune is “California Girls” by The Beach Boys.

I’ve always wanted to see the ocean, and California seems like a magical place where all of my dreams could come true.

Smiling wide with my decision made, I put my car in gear, head west, and say, “Message received, Maddie. California, here I come!”

2

BRODY

During our weekly phone call, my mother can’t wait to tell me the gossip about my lifelong friend, Lane, and his recent heroics during an emergency roadside birth.

“Rumor has it that he is falling madly in love with the woman and her baby,” Mom informs me in a wistful tone that lets me know she wishes I would do the same.

I don’t have the heart to tell her that I like my life exactly as it is. I have made an absolute fortune over the past few years with cryptocurrency micro-trades. The money allows me the freedom to live by the beach and surf whenever I feel like it. If I get lonely, it’s never an issue to find a beautiful, sun-kissed lady to keep my bed warm for the night. I’m living the life of my dreams, and I don’t want to change a single thing about it.

While I’m happy for Lane, if domesticity is the life he wants, that tied-down lifestyle is not for me. I’m young, rich, and free. It can’t possibly get any better than that.

After I sign off the call with Mom, I decide to reach out to Lane. It’s been too long since my high-school football quarterback and I have caught up with each other.

I start to shoot him a text, but decide that the major changes in his life deserve an actual phone call.

Lane picks up my call, sounding thrilled to hear from me. Almost immediately, he teases me about being a beach bum. It’s as if no time has passed since we last spoke to each other, even though it’s actually been quite a long while.

I give him a hard time for leaving me alone in the bachelors’ club, but grin at how truly happy he sounds.

Lane jokingly asks me if I’ve made my first trillion dollars yet. He’s obviously kidding, but it’s not that far-fetched. I have way more money than I could spend in ten lifetimes, so I need to start actively looking for ways to use it for the good of mankind. The last thing I want is to be a tightwad scrooge sitting on a pile of money, obsessively counting it until the end of my days.

But the next wave is always out there, and it’s hard to resist its siren’s call––especially for a boring business meeting.

Perhaps I should look into hiring someone capable of taking care of the logistics of establishing my charitable foundation, so the work doesn’t cut into my surfing time.

Speaking of surfing, I look longingly out the giant picture window in my living room. A shark sighting just off the coast this morning and hazardous water conditions are keeping me from being able to do what I love most.