Waves Of Passion

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Blurb:

A BWWM, contemporary romance novel. The West Coast has always been a land of promise and renewal. And for Eliza Warren it’s just what she needs to get away from her troubled past. Securing employment as a bartender and lifeguard, she revels in the newfound sense of purpose that surrounds her.

But things aren’t going to stay tranquil for long. Nobody expects a celebrity crush to walk into their lives, let alone join the ranks of their company… But that’s just what professional surfer Justin does, and after a life-saving incident, Eliza has found herself in his arms!

Yet, as Eliza’s shadowed past threatens to resurface, their budding love faces its most formidable test. Can they find true love amid the waves of uncertainty crashing around them? Get answers in this WMBW romance book by J A Fielding.

Chapter 1

Eliza Warren’s stomach was in knots as she walked into the Wave Tide company offices. She had a million and one thoughts running through her mind at that moment.

Was she dressed right?

What if the boss didn’t like her?

What if all this didn’t work out?

This was not really her first rodeo but for some reason, she was more nervous than she could ever know. Her heart was beating hard and fast and no kind of breathing exercises were working. Not at that moment. Maybe it was because there was a lot more riding on this than simply getting a new job. This was also a new beginning for her. This was a new chapter for her and it all depended on how the interview with her new would-be boss was going to go.

She took a long deep breath as she made her way towards the front desk.

“Hi, I’m looking for Christina,” she said as she looked at the woman sitting behind the desk. “She is expecting me. My name is Eliza Warren.”

“Sure. Just have a seat for a minute.”

Eliza forced a smile and sat down. Her heart was beating hard and fast. She was not sure why though. It was not like this was going to be her first interview. She had been to many interviews before and she always aced them. That was the kind of high achiever she was. But then again, this was not just any other job. This was the job she had been looking to get into for a very long time. Actually, she was not really viewing the job at Wave Tide as that. As far as she was concerned, she was just getting into her hobby.

It seemed like forever before the lady looked at her with a smile.

“You can go in now,” she said and Eliza nodded.

“Thanks.”

She gently forced a stray strand of her curly hair behind her ear and then began walking towards the closed office door. She was not very sure what was waiting for her on the other side of that door. She was generally a likable person but some people never really seemed to like anyone. She took a long deep breath and softly knocked on the door.

“Come in,” she heard a female voice call out.

She felt a shiver running down her spine as she opened the door and stepped in.

“Christina?” she asked and the woman, a Caucasian female with long silky auburn hair held in a side French twist looked up.

“Yes I am. And you must be Eliza.” Christina smiled. “Please come in. Have a seat.”

“Okay. Good start,” Eliza thought as she looked at Christina. She seemed to be a warm friendly person so far. Maybe this was going to go better than she had initially thought.

“Would you like something to drink? Water? A fruit cocktail maybe?”

Eliza smiled. “Water will be just fine. Thank you.” 

“Alright.” Christina turned around and got a bottle of water from the mini-fridge behind her chair. “So,” she started as she handed the bottle to Eliza. “Tell me a little about yourself Eliza Warren. Eliza, is that a short form for Elizabeth?”

Eliza shook her head.

“Common misconception,” she said and Christina nodded.

“Alright. Eliza. Have you worked as a lifeguard before?” she asked.

“Yes. I have. Several gigs in the community pool back at home and then once in Virginia Beach,” Eliza said as she reached for her resume in her bag. “I was a little concerned because I have only ever had one other gig in open sea.”

Christina smiled.

“Don’t worry. I think experience is indeed the best teacher. I mean, before I came out here I had never really worked any beach jobs. Ever.”

Eliza smiled.

“So, I see that you aced the CPR training.”

“I have been working with St. John Ambulance since middle school.”

Christina looked up at her and raised an eyebrow over the other.

“Wow. And you have no interest in medicine whatsoever?”

“Not really. I mean at some point, I might have been interested but there was too much going on…years and years of internship and residency. It was just too hard.”

“I guess you are right.”

Christina looked up and looked at her.

“So, I hope you are ready to start because your paperwork checks out.”

Eliza shrieked excitedly.

“Are you serious?” she asked, her voice slightly higher than she would have wanted it to be.

“Your paperwork checks out and your experience on paper is amazing. Plus, I have to admit, I did do some background checks earlier. So, yeah, you have a green light to get started.”

“Wow….I didn’t expect this to go so fast and so…” Eliza’s voice trailed off. “Wow.”

“By the way, when I said you can start right away I didn’t necessarily mean today. You can come in tomorrow,” Christina said smiling.

“I think I just met the best boss ever,” Eliza said in a low voice but still loud enough for Christina to hear.

Christina laughed.

“In the spirit of honesty, I must tell you that I am just a supervisor. Not some big boss or something.”

Eliza frowned.

“But the name on the door. Christina DeLuca, CEO.” She shook her head. “And your name’s Christina…it’s kind of confusing.”

“Oh, about that,” Christina said laughing. “Miss DeLuca just launched a new branch of Wave Tide. Out in Doha.”

Eliza frowned.

“Doha? As in the Middle East?” Eliza asked and Christina nodded. “Really?” she asked, the doubt in her voice was all too obvious. “I hate to point out the obvious but Qatar is smack in the middle of a desert.”

“I know.”

“But it is hardly impossible.”

“Really?” She asked. “How exactly is that going to work?”

Christina shrugged.

“Well, indoor beaches are a big deal now and the Middle Eastern countries do not want to be left out of the loop just because of their geographical position plus they have a hell of a lot of money. Oil money….I mean they do everything out there including manipulate weather so building an indoor beach is not a big deal to them. It has been done before after all.”

“Wow,” Eliza said under her breath.

“Yeah, we are thinking of doing something similar in Vegas. Just to get ahead of the competition.”

“I think you are already ahead of the competition,” Eliza said smiling.

“Yeah maybe but just a little,” Christina pointed out. “But it doesn’t hurt to stay ahead, you know.”

Eliza took a long deep breath.

“I guess Wave Tide is way bigger than I initially thought.”

“Bigger than most people give us credit for actually,” Christina explained smiling. “But long story short, I sit in for Christina DeLuca when she is away. I’m the other Christina.”

“And you have a surname too, I presume,” Eliza pointed out making her laugh.

“Christina Wentworth,” she said stretching her hand out for Eliza to shake it.

“Nice to meet you,” she said.

*****

“So you mean to tell me that you just went in for what was supposed to be an interview and came out as the new Wave Tide employee?” Celia, Eliza’s workmate at the Hump Bar asked. “I thought we were going to have to wait a few more weeks. I mean, my friends Mimi and Zoe had to wait weeks before they even heard back.”

“Well, apparently my reputation precedes me,” Eliza said as she poured a beer for one of the customers.

Celia looked at her.

“You know, I am not sure what to believe. The fact that you have never Googled yourself or that Wave Tide is launching a new branch in the desert.”

Eliza laughed.

“It’s the Middle East,” she corrected her.

“That’s kind of the same thing in so many words.”

“They are just two words.”

She looked at Celia as she refilled a peanut bowl.

“So, the Hump Bar is going to have to share you, huh?” Celia asked and Eliza nodded. “Yeah, I guess the whole day shift thing is not going to work.”

“Night customers are the big tippers anyway. There is no loss there,” Celia said smiling. “The guys during the day are mostly depressed, unemployed people…okay, except for that one guy. The one who sits in the corner typing on his laptop. The one who orders nothing but iced tea.”

“He’s a writer, Celia,” Eliza said. “That’s the whole point of him ordering non-alcoholic drinks.” She took a long deep breath. “I’m going to miss him.”

“We should celebrate. Go out or something.”

Eliza looked at her and shook her head.

“Go out, where exactly?” she asked.

“Some club or something. Another club.”