West Coast Love
Journey to the Heart #3
by Tif Marcelo
Publication Date: December 11, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Joel Silva is a cameraman with his own past and big dreams of his own, and when he finds out that the job he auditioned for went to Victoria—a woman he’d gotten to know covering Paraiso Retreats, and someone he later slept with—he’s understandably furious and curious. Joel knows the BBQ circuit like the back of his hand, and he now has to help Victoria do her job amidst their growing attraction.
When the producer picks up on their push/pull vibe and increases the ante to feature both in front of the camera with the best host taking the next cross-country feature, the two have to decide: is their blossoming romance something that should be left to fizzle along with BBQ season? Or is it the beginning of something even more delicious?
WEST COAST LOVE Excerpts for
Indie Sage
#1
Victoria
Swept into the next song, I
stick my arms out to the side and spin. But my bare feet trip on themselves and
lose traction on the slippery floor. My arms flail to find balance, though I
know what’s coming next: a good, hard fall on my butt.
Just as I clamp my eyes shut
and brace for the crash, Joel’s arms slide around my waist from the front. I
grab the fabric of his T-shirt—he had peeled off the button-down shirt he wore
earlier—and he palms the small of my back, smashing me against him and bringing
my cheek against his chest. While I can’t decipher what he’s saying, the
vibrato of his voice thrums against my skin, and I can tell he’s laughing.
“Oh no, oh no!” I say amidst
giggles. With Joel’s extra weight we’re top-heavy. Our legs tangle as we both
slip and crash down to the ground.
Somehow, he maneuvers it so he
breaks my fall, and I’m on top of him, legs splayed against his, chest on
chest. My hair falls in clumps around his face.
“You okay?” he asks. As his
chest rises when he inhales, my body is carried up along with it.
I prop myself up by planting my
hands against Joel’s sides, and I explode in laughter. “Yes. Are you?” A line
of bubbles trails across his nose, and under the occasional strobe of colored
lights, I notice that there’s a scar where his beard ends on his cheek. His
lips, hidden behind his facial hair, are thick and kissable.
I’ve never been this
close to Joel before. His camera was a barrier, his shyness always a hindrance.
But away from his work—like this—Joel is a completely different man. Or maybe
it’s that while he’s gotten to know my family very well, I don’t know anything
about him at all.
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