About the author:
Hi its Bella, I’m a beach girl at heart spending every spare moment enjoying the golden sands of my local beaches while keeping a close eye on the sexy surfers in the waves. Its something close to my heart and so I’ve penned a tale with the smell of the ocean intertwined with a love story I hope you’ll love.
What inspired you to write your book?
My inspiration for this book came from the beaches I love and the the sexy surfers I love even more.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Trish it’s only a joint, nothing spooky like heroin or anything,” I said, handing the rolled joint over to her. It was obvious this was the first time she had even seen a joint let alone had anyone attempt to cajole her into smoking one. I knew that if I played this cool I wouldn’t just have another future customer but at least for tonight I might get lucky in other ways. She seemed the type who wanted to make life a little more dangerous and she was my type; blond and tanned with plenty in the rack.
“It’s, well, I hear so many bad things about drugs, I don’t want to be a drug addict Jake,” she said.
We were sitting on the sand of Huntington Beach, the days searing heat and humidity had receded and been replaced by a cooling breeze. Around us a crowd several thousand strong was rocking to the sound of a local band that had been hired to play by the ocean rescue association.”Half the crowd is flying high as a kite right now, it’s nothing, just have a go,” I said. With a still dubious look on her face Trish took the lit joint of marijuana from me. With pursed lips she gave a tentative suck, drawing in a mouthful of smoke. Almost instantly she collapsed in a fit of coughing as smoke erupted from her mouth.
“Aargh that’s disgusting,” she said, spitting a wad of phlegm onto the sand.
“Ha ha ha, nice try Trish. Just keep going you’ll get the hang of it,” I said.
Placing the joint in her mouth again Trish pulled on the joint, streaming the smoke into her mouth. With a concerted effort she managed to draw the smoke down into her lungs, holding it momentarily before releasing it to escape into the air. I could see she was feeling a little queasy from the exercise; nonetheless she obviously didn’t want to look like she couldn’t handle it and pulled on the joint a second time. This time slowing down the whole procedure, trying to be cool about it.
“Feeling it yet Trish?” I asked.
“I guess so, I’m a little bit light and airy in the head, at least more than usual,” giggled Trish.
“Now you’ll really be able to enjoy the concert tonight, keep that one it’s yours to keep,” I said,”I’ve got business to attend to, I brought a stash to sell around tonight, have fun.”
I’d brought a small stash of eighth bags of some good head to sell to cover some of my upcoming expenses; with my local contacts it wasn’t hard to find enough willing customers amongst the crowd. I’d built up a pretty solid local clientele who all knew I wasn’t going to rip them off with underweight or inferior product. I stopped a number of times while making my way through the crowd to catch up with friends, knocking back all their offers to sample my own product. I had other things on my mind, namely my new best friend Trish.
”Hey Trish looks like we lit up your night,” I said returning from my dope vending. As I reached her I placed my arms around her waist, pulling her in toward me. She offered no resistance, allowing herself to be pulled in tight. In one movement I mashed my lips to hers, slipping my tongue inside her mouth like an uncoiling python.
“I am having the most amazing night, thank you Jake, that just made it all the better,” she said pulling apart to admire my thickly muscled frame enhanced by a close fitting black tee and sun kissed shock of shoulder length blond hair.
“Well the night’s only young, my cars in the lot. Why don’t we make the night ours,” I said.
“Well, I do need a ride. Home that is,” she said taking my hand with a broad smile and together we made for the car lot.
The urgency of our instincts didn’t allow for the formality of opening the car. Leaning her over the bonnet of the car, I ran my hands up her long lean bronzed legs. Running my tongue up her neck I jammed it into her mouth feeling her respond to my primal urges. Moving my hands down to her butt I slipped my hands up under her skirt fully intent on disrobing her for my pleasure. Her laughter rang out, loud and full of scorn. “Ha, I don’t think so big boy, you boys from downtown might be good for some hooch and a good time but don’t think you’re getting the keys to the castle with me.” Pushing me away she pouted. “But I still need that ride home. Who knows you might get lucky on the next try.”
Fuck, the least I could manage was to give her a lift home, I still had a raging boner and I wasn’t happy about it. These prick teasers with their rich daddies. But business was business, I still had her on my list of buyers and maybe I’d get there with her one day.
I drove her home to one of those yuppie mansions by the beach. Hell, she could have walked the short distance it turned out to be. After making all the right noises as I dropped her off, I went home to the two bedder apartment I shared with my twin brothers. After mom’s death six months ago it was barely all that we could afford, after her two failed marriages, alcoholism and just shit attitude to life, she hadn’t left anything for us and so the future was left in our own hands. Hell that’s just fine by me, I’ll sell enough weed to see us through and go surfing the rest of the time. All suits me fine. Flicking at a lighter I lit a joint and kicked back on the lounge. I had a big surf contest in the morning; yep it hadn’t been at all a bad day at all.