Making Waves

By Juliet Chastain

What's a shy fourth grade teacher to do when she is washed up at the feet of a hot young surfer? Natalie Michaels never expected her vacation to be this exciting. Fresh off a breakup, she's looking for sun and waves to mend her heart. But when sexy surfer Kai MacDaniels gives her a devastatingly sweet smile, her confidence begins to heal, too. Will she allow her inner cougar out to play in the waves?

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Jul 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781509209699

Juliet Chastain

Fashion writer and photographer, Juliet Chastain says that, in a way, writing fiction is like fashion photography. You have a few elements—the models and the clothes in photography, maybe a character and a couple ideas in fiction—and you make them into an interesting story. Juliet loves to tell stories and if she isn't doing it with the camera she's doing it with her keyboard.

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Making Waves

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Juliet Chastain

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Making Waves

COPYRIGHT © 2017 by Juliet Chastain

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Publishing History

First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2017

Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-0969-9

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

For ELM. Yes, right down to the eggs and bacon.

Making Waves

The surfers call it the green room. A wave catches you. Down you go and around and around as though you were inside a washing machine. Not nice. I tumbled over and over, no idea of what was up or what was down, desperately holding my breath while what felt like gallons of seawater pumped painfully into my sinuses.

And then…bang! I slammed head first into the shore and a pair of suntanned legs.

I lay stunned, my face on someone’s foot and the rest of me on a bed of tiny prickly seashells.

A pair of hands pulled me to my feet as a masculine voice said, Better get up before the next wave catches you. I couldn’t have agreed more.

One quick glimpse of sparkling blue eyes before the next wave shoved me into him real up-close and personal. We rocked slightly, but thanks to the sturdy stance of my rescuer it didn’t knock us over. Lucky, as I hadn’t caught my breath yet.

He turned us around, so the waves slammed into his back instead of mine as he danced me out of the water while I noisily sucked air, happy to know which end was up, glad to be alive.

I became conscious of being held tightly against a solid male body. A very solid, mostly naked, male body. I was underdressed myself.

He released me, saying, You’re all safe now.

I looked up, still a bit dazed, into a movie-star gorgeous face. Wide, sensual mouth, strong chin, dark straight brows, and heavy lashes, which—be still my beating heart—curled. To add to the effect, the low sun behind him made a halo of his damp, dark blond curls. I figured I’d drowned in the green room and gone directly to heaven, although not exactly the one they’d told me about in Sunday school. This heaven would be a whole lot more fun.

He gave me a friendly smile. If this truly is paradise, he’ll take me in his arms again. I’d been too busy enjoying the pleasure of being able to breathe to fully appreciate the embrace the first time.

He made no move to clasp me to him. Instead, he said, Waves are a little gnarly today.

Gnarly? I figured that must be surfer-speak for big waves that try to kill you, however, I managed to say something about how I never did get the hang of body surfing.

He responded, I got thrashed once, totally wiped out. The wave smashed me so hard onto the sand that I got a bloody nose. Bled like crazy. He laughed. "My face was all scraped