Waves of Passion (Wild Women Trilogy Book #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    The 'Amber Rose' became the vessel that would house my business, the hub of my dream that had once been Amber's dream too. We spent many long nights making our plans and ultimately decided on the name, 'The Anglers Rest' for our company we hoped to start some day in the distant future. The plan was for me to work a few years as a deck hand for another company until we had saved enough to purchase a small vessel. 
     
    I dreaded the thought of so many years working for someone else, but I was happy to do it as long as I could do what I loved. I was so grateful that I wasn't stuck in some dead-end civil service job like most of my friends had ended up with after college. With the plans Amber and I had so carefully made together and with the help of my mother, I was able to launch our business venture far sooner than I anticipated. I never expected to become a millionaire just running charters, but I did expect job satisfaction, and that is exactly what I got. Nothing filled me with more fear than the thought of waking up to an alarm clock only to dread the day in front of me. Thanks to my father generosity in leaving 'Clarissa's Kiss' to me, I never knew what it was like to work for someone other than myself. 
     
    Both my mother and I knew that my father would have approved, he would have wished it could have been him helping me grow my business, but he would have encouraged it all the same.
     
    There were some particularly hard days when I wished that my father was on board with me, the same way I felt cheated that Amber wasn't joining me on my sea voyages, she would have made the perfect deck hand, there was no other girl I knew who could work a boat as well as she could. Her parents still lived on their boat on the other side of the marina but we often climbed aboard each other’s vessels for a time of reminiscing.
     
    In the first months of my fledgling career, when I finally found my first client, Amber's parents presented me with a present I was overwhelmed with. It was a picture of Amber and I standing on the deck of their boat drinking champagne as we celebrated our engagement and the picture spoke a thousand words. We were very much in love and so looking forward to our lives together. In a bitter way, that was true. In the dozen years since she'd been gone, I was still very much in love with her.
     
    After my first few successful trips with local clients, I began the arduous task of creating a website and figuring out how to reach clients from all across the world. My mother was a huge help with the details, but I was beginning to feel that life was moving on and my memories of Amber and my father were being left behind. I was still depressed and wallowing in my grief and I wanted nothing more than solitude. I felt a slight pang of guilt when I told my mother I wanted to leave her home and live on the boat, but she took it better than I expected. I suspected she was grateful for some solitude herself. And it wasn't like I was leaving her like Amber and my father had, I was literally just across the harbor and we made a conscious effort to see each other every day for dinner. She knew I needed space and the opportunity to move on with the next stage of my life. More importantly, we both needed to learn how to live with our grief before we would ever be whole again.
     
    After the first six months, Anglers Rest took off well locally as well as further afield and I soon built up a flourishing business, an active website, and a blog I wrote myself. There were times I even had to create a waiting list to service all our potential clients. From time to time, I hired a second crew to take on the smaller charters and I thought about purchasing a second boat and hiring another crew and captain, but I really wanted to keep my business small and easily manageable.
     
    I took on a variety of clients, from those who wanted to learn to sail and fish to much more experience clients. For the less experienced, I