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- Herausgeber: RWG Publishing
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
After being injured in a paparazzi induced car accident, playboy Phoenix Chamberlain returns to the resort previously owned and operated by his grandfather to recuperate. There he meets resort manager, Sierra Ramstad, who is used to being the boss and not keen on taking orders from others, especially Phoenix.
Not only did the accident change Phoenix physically, it also broke his spirit. His disgruntle attitude is a reflection of the unbearable pain he endures daily. But with the help of Sierra and his therapist, he decides he can overcome the doctor’s grim prognosis and learn to enjoy life again. But to Sierra’s surprise, Phoenix had his attorney draw up a severance package for her, with the thought that he would manage the day-to-day operations of the resort.
Sierra realizes that the severance package was in place before her and Phoenix developed a personal relationship. She finds a way to forgive Phoenix and the two of them are finally in agreement about something. They will not be happy apart or away from the life they have made at Seaside Haven.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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Seaside Haven
Book 1 in the Seaside Series
Seaside Haven
Copyright © 2015 by Sandra W. Burch. All rights reserved.
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Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Chapter One
Thunder rolled overhead as rain spat like gunfire on Seaside’s sandy beachfront. Mother Nature’s fury, however, was no match for the emotions churning inside Sierra Ramstad. Unmindful of the storm, she continued to walk. In the pocket of the red raincoat she wore, she fisted her slender hand around the crumpled piece of paper and recalled its content.
Miss Ramstad:
I will be arriving home tomorrow for an extended stay. Please have my room ready.
- Phoenix Chamberlain
Two curt sentences that had her blood boiling.
Phoenix Chamberlain, III, heir to the Chamberlain fortune, was coming home, as he’d put it, to recuperate after the car accident he’d been involved in three months earlier.
If the news reports she’d read about his accident was even remotely accurate, then Sierra supposed she should feel sorry for him. Along with a concussion and a dislocated shoulder, he’d broken his ankle and shattered the femur in his left leg. Three months out and the man was in the midst of a long and painful recovery. Even so she didn’t want him mending here, and possibly meddling in the day-to-day operations of Seaside Haven Resort.
Phoenix’s family had a large home outside of Atlanta, Georgia, as well as an assortment of plush real estate sprinkled around Europe. Why hadn’t he picked one of those places to recuperate? Surely they would be more accommodating to Phoenix’s entourage who enabled his larger-than-life existence.
Why choose Seaside Haven? This wasn’t his home. It was hers! While Phoenix had spent the past few years jet setting around Europe, living off a sizable trust fund and enjoying the life of the rich and famous, Sierra had been working to turn an old and nearly forgotten inn into a resort that offered five-star accommodations, panoramic views, and above all, excellent service.
Now Phoenix was returning and he wanted his room readied. It was Sierra’s understanding that he hadn’t visited the resort since his childhood. So she’d made the owner’s private room on the main floor her own, and turned the adjacent apartment into a luxury suite that commanded a substantial sum of money to occupy it.
Muttering words that were muffled by the wind, she stopped and looked back in the direction she had come. The cedar shingled resort stood four stories tall, given the pilings that raised it above sea level to protect it from flooding. Her gaze skimmed the balconies that stretched out from each room to maximize the view. Even though it was early afternoon, the lights burned brightly in the windows of guests waiting out the storm.
Home.
Phoenix might refer to it as such, but for Sierra it truly was her home. It was here she’d come after her nasty divorce. The warm sunshine and the sense of purpose had ushered her back from the brink of despair.
With a reluctant sigh, Sierra headed back. Other guests would be arriving soon and that meant she had a job to do. Right now, her priority was to see that all new arrivals were settled in their rooms. Once that task was completed, she’d figure out her own accommodations for the duration of Phoenix’s stay.
By the time she reached the resort, any part of her body that wasn’t covered by the raincoat was drenched. She had hoped to have enough time to change into dry clothes and do something with her hair before any guests arrived, but a pearl white Cadillac Escalade with dark tinted windows was pulling up at the main entrance as she came around the sand dune.
The driver hopped out, as did another man who came around from the passenger side. Both were big and robust. It wasn’t a surprise to see bodyguards as a lot of the resort’s guests were Hollywood A-listers or business moguls. Before either man could reach the handle, the rear driver side door swung open.
Sierra covered her mouth with the palm of her hand, but a gasp still escaped.
Phoenix Chamberlain, III.
She had never met him in person. They had exchanged emails a couple of times a month, and occasionally a phone call. But he’d never come for a visit. Now here he was. And he wasn’t at all what Sierra had expected.
Every photograph she had seen of him on social media showed a handsome young man with wavy, black hair, deep set dark brown eyes, a carefree smile and a body toned to perfection under the capable tutelage of a well-paid professional trainer.
Meanwhile, the man trying to exit the SUV’s rear seat was thin and fragile. The dark smudges under his eyes made it clear that he hadn’t been getting much sleep despite many hours spent in bed. And his rigid posture and pinched features indicated he was far from carefree.
“I’ll get the wheelchair, Mr. Chamberlain,” said the man who’d come around from the front passenger side.
“No! I’ll walk,” he snapped in an angry rasp that carried over the howling wind.
“But, Mr. Chamberlain…” the driver began, only to be shouted down.
“I said I’ll walk, Tommy! I’m not an invalid!”
Phoenix had to use his hands to manipulate his left leg over the threshold. He swung his right leg out the door without much effort. Then, lowering himself to the running board, he eased his feet to the ground. He held a cane in one hand and used the other to grip the door frame. Unfortunately, neither support was enough. A mere second after both of his feet were on the pavement, his left knee buckled. The man he’d called Tommy caught Phoenix under his arms before he hit the pavement. Loud cursing followed. The other man rushed forward, as did Sierra, determined to help.
“Who are you?” Phoenix barked, shaking off the hand that she had placed on his arm.
She pushed back the hood of the raincoat and offered what she hoped was a pleasant and professional smile. Despite the raincoat’s hood, her golden blond hair was damp and her bangs were plastered against her forehead. As for makeup, she doubted what she’d applied that morning still lingered on her eyes and cheeks now. Her feet were bare and spattered with wet sand. It was hardly the image she’d planned to portray when she first met him.
“I’m Sierra Ramstad.”
Phoenix continued to stare at her as if she were something to be studied under a microscope.
“We’ve spoken on the phone and via email for several years now. I manage Seaside Haven.”
“Of course you do.” His gaze flickered down in seeming dismissal. Although he said it under his breath, she heard him when he added, “I had you pegged right.”
So, he had preconceived notions of her, did he? That didn’t come as a surprise. She had entertained plenty of her own where he was concerned. Still, it made her mad that, after a glance, he could marginalize her personally and probably professionally.
