Her Crazy Rich Vacation Crush: Crazy Rich Crushes

By Laura D. Bastian

She's there for vacation. He never takes time off; until he meets her.

Camille has saved up to take a nice vacation after her best friend's destination wedding in Hawaii since she'll already be on the island. Even though she'll be alone, she's planned to make it a memorable trip.
When Jordan meets Camille at the wedding, he decides to take the vacation his sister and mother keep insisting he needs, despite his busy schedule.
Camille and Jordan hit it off, but they both agree it will just be for fun and to keep each other company while on the tropical island.
As the romance heats up between them, will they part ways or will they have the courage to embrace a future together?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura D. Bastian
• Release date: May 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9798223001010

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Her Crazy Rich Vacation Crush

by

Laura D. Bastian

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Camille has saved up to take a nice vacation after her best friend’s destination wedding in Hawaii since she’ll already be on the island. Even though she’ll be alone, she’s planned to make it a memorable trip.

When Jordan meets Camille at the wedding, he decides to take the vacation his sister and mother keep insisting he needs, despite his busy schedule.

Camille and Jordan hit it off, but they both agree it will just be for fun and to keep each other company while on the tropical island.

As the romance heats up between them, will they part ways or will they have the courage to embrace a future together?

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Copyright © 2019 by Laura D. Bastian

All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No part of this book can be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without the express written permission of the author.

Chapter One

Camille smiled as her best friend, Izzy, adjusted the veil on the crown of her head. Camille took a step forward and reached up to smooth out the lace so it fell softly to her shoulders.

I’m so happy for you, Camille said. Matthew is an amazing guy. You two are perfect for each other.

Izzy pulled her into a soft hug, careful that neither of them messed up their hair, makeup, or dresses. Camille smiled. She was glad she only had to wear this gown for a short time. Once the wedding was over and they’d celebrated at the reception, the rest of the week would be hers to explore this tropical island paradise. At least she’d be able to walk on the white sandy beach without any crazy heels or sandals.

Thanks for everything, Izzy said. You’ve been the best maid of honor a girl could hope for.

Camille pulled back and looked into her friend’s eyes. If Matthew wasn’t so good for you, I’d steal you away and never let you get married and move on without me.

Don’t worry, Izzy said. You’ll find someone you’ll love just as much as you do me. Even more, actually.

Not so sure about that, Camille said with a wink. But I’m in no rush, so you go ahead and be the married one. I’ll be the single one, and we can still talk all the time and try to convince the other they’re wrong.

Deal, Izzy said.

The two turned as one to face the door of the bride’s room as they heard footsteps approaching. Izzy’s father poked his head in. It’s time, darling.

Camille gave her friend’s arm one last squeeze and left Izzy with her father. Camille would walk down the aisle with one of the groomsmen she’d met last night. As she took her place, she smiled at the guy. He was nice enough, but her eyes kept straying to one of the other groomsmen who was in line with Izzy’s sister. She thought she’d heard his name was Jordan, or something like that. Though he’d arrived late and had hurried through the rehearsal just to know his placing before rushing off again and missing the dinner, Camille hadn’t stopped wondering about him.

Camille knew it was ridiculous to have such a powerful instant attraction to someone she’d never really met, but there was just something so mesmerizing about him. He was tall, topping six feet for sure. In her highest heels she would still be a good half a foot shorter than he was, but she had always had a thing for tall men.

Especially ones who had broad shoulders, a trim waist, and shiny, dark hair.

Camille’s escort offered his arm to her. She slipped her hand onto his forearm and walked with him to get in position. As the music began, the wedding party proceeded down the aisle, lined with beautiful sea shells and tropical flowers. Camille smiled at Matthew who stood at the front, eagerly awaiting his bride.

She was thrilled to see him so happy and when she took her place, she turned to face the back doors of the hotel where Izzy would appear soon.

A happy smile spread across Camille’s face when Izzy stepped out into the soft tropical air. She felt a momentary tinge of jealousy that Izzy had found the man of her dreams and Camille hadn’t. But it was soon swallowed up in her joy for her friend.

The marriage ceremony proceeded smoothly. As the happy couple marched down the aisle together on their way inside the resort to prepare for the wedding dinner and reception, Camille paused for a few minutes to just take in the atmosphere and gather her thoughts. It was the perfect setting to begin a life together. To solidify the love and devotion each had for the other. Camille knew when it was her time, she’d love to pick something just like this– a small, intimate wedding with a few close friends and family in a place that just radiated nature’s beauty.

Do you mind if I join you? a deep voice spoke from the side. Camille turned to reply, but at the sight of Jordan next to her, all words were temporarily frozen.

She nodded her acceptance and turned back to look out at the ocean waves that slowly licked against the beach in the distance.

I’m Jordan, he said. I don’t know if we were formally introduced.

Camille, she replied. I’ve been best friends with Izzy since fourth grade.

Nice, Jordan said. I’ve known Matthew since freshman year.

Camille wanted to ask why he hadn’t been able to arrive earlier for the preparations but didn’t think it would be very polite. She was saved from any awkward questions by one of the other groomsmen calling for them to come join the group for some photographs.

Jordan offered his arm and Camille gave him a smile before accepting it. As she placed her hand on his arm, she couldn’t help noticing the difference of his arm underneath the jacket compared to her previous escort. This Jordan was quite the specimen of man.

Are you ready? Jordan asked.

For what?

For your speech?

Oh, Camille said. I guess. It won’t be the most amazing of speeches or anything, but I’m ready. She looked at him. Did I hear right that you’ll give the toast?

Yes, and he made me promise not to spill any of his secrets. Jordan gave her a wicked smile, but she was almost certain he was just teasing.

I’ll bet he’ll be relieved when you’re finished then. Just in case you let something slip.

Oh, I’m good at keeping secrets. Jordan looked back and forth with mock stealth.

Interesting, Camille said. But don’t worry, I won’t be telling you any.

Ah, now that’s too bad.

Well, what do you expect? Camille tilted her head to the side as she glanced at him. We only just met. Why would I tell some practical stranger my secrets?

Jordan paused and turned to face her. I do hope that we might become more than just strangers who met at a wedding. Because even if I don’t find out any of your secrets, I would like to know more about you.

The night is still young, Camille said. Maybe we can talk some more.

I’d like that, Jordan said.

So would I, Camille thought as they were ushered over to the group to pose for the wedding pictures.

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Jordan had asked Matthew about Izzy’s maid of honor when he’d returned late last night after having to run take care of some business that just couldn’t wait. From what Matthew had said, Jordan decided then and there he wanted a chance to meet her.

He’d made sure to inform his secretary he wouldn’t be available for the entire day today, and that he’d check in occasionally for the rest of the week, but knowing that Camille would be on the island until the middle of next week gave him extra incentive to ease up on his work. His mother had always told him he’d better find some time to take things easy so he didn’t end up having a massive heart attack and dying at age fifty-six like his father had. If he could spend a few days