Breath Hold

Breath Hold

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Summer Stoerm (yes, that's her real name) is always just short of her goal. Runner up to the valedictorian in high school. Shortlisted for a prestigious fellowship in college. Overlooked for a promotion at her landscape architecture firm. She even got the numbers right in the last lottery-except one. One was enough to lose millions. And she really needed that money. Or ANY money. She's taken a huge risk and opened her own business to her own standards, ones she'll never fail to meet. But business is expensive. Bills are mounting, clients are drying up (literally, in thirsty Southern California) and if she doesn't find $50,000 to cover her startup expenses, her dream will implode. Out of the blue, she gets a phone call from her estranged father who lives along the central coast. He's retiring and wants to give her the first bid to buy his diving business. Summer hates diving. She'd hated the boat rides growing up, she'd hated when her father made her get certified, and she'd hated all the shells he'd drag up from the ocean floor and deposit all over their house. So when he offers to sell her his boat, she has to stop from laughing. When the shock subsides, she gets an idea. If she buys his business as cheaply as he's offering, then she can sell it for a profit. Summer heads north to scope out the situation. She finds a father who has definitely entered the eccentric years and a boat that defies physics by remaining to stay afloat despite ample damage to its hull. This is not the bustling business she hoped to find. Before she has a chance to reject her father's offer and drive back to LA, she encounters her father's long-time skipper and friend. He takes her on a ride down the coast before she leaves town, and somehow the boat doesn't sink. One sunset cruise and Summer is seeing this place differently. Maybe with a little time, a little fresh paint, she could make money on this thing after all.
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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