Sand Jewels
by G.J. Walker-Smith
Kindle Edition
© 2013 G.J. Walker-Smith
Cover by Scarlett Rugers
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Other Books by G.J. Walker-Smith
Saving Wi shes (Book One, The Wishes Series)
Second Hearts (Book Two, The Wishes Series)
Storm Shells (Book three, The Wishes Series)
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, places or people, living or dead, is coincidental.
Sand Jewels
Please note: Sand Jewels is not a stand-alone novella. Please consider reading Saving Wishes and Second Hearts first.
Dedication
For everyone who enjoys spending time in La La Land. Thank you for your wonderful support.
Table Of Contents
1. Brat
2. Tension
3. A Deal Is A Deal
4. Funny Ways
5. Sick Day
6. Social Suicide
7. Drama
8. Black River
9. Perfect Man
10. Vengeance
11. Art
12. Flowers
13. Believing
14. Off Track
15. Resolution
16. Visitor
1. BRAT
It was the never-ending day. I checked the time on my watch, sighing at the realisation that it was seven o’clock, and I was still at school.
Parent interviews were not exactly the highlight of my school term. Most of the parents I’d dealt with that night weren’t exactly thrilled to be spending time with me either.
I poked my head out the door and looked down the corridor, hopeful of finally making my escape. There was one more person waiting to see me, and I was more than a little surprised to see him.
Alex Blake was the brother and guardian of one of the most insolent, unteachable students I’d ever had.
“Mr Blake,” I announced haughtily.
He ambled toward me, grinning smugly. “It’s Alex,” he corrected. “We’re friends, Gabrielle. You buy coffee from me every morning.”
“It’s Mademoiselle Décarie today,” I replied. “This is a formal setting.”
Alex walked past me and headed into the empty classroom. “It doesn’t look very formal,” he noted, glancing around the room.
My heels clicked on the wooden floor as I marched over to my desk and sat down. “It’s my workplace.”
“You’re right.” He turned back to face me. “The café is my workplace. Maybe you should call me Mr Blake when ordering your latte.”
I frowned across at him. I should’ve had the upper hand. I’d been waiting to tell him what a disaster his sister was for weeks, but I was having trouble holding my ground.
“Sit down, please,” I ordered, pointing to the chair on the other side of my desk.
Alex paced slowly across the room and sat down, keeping his brown eyes locked on mine the whole time. “You didn’t come to the café this morning. Why?”
“I was busy.”
“I missed seeing you.”
I hated his cockiness. The reason he got away with it wasn’t complicated. Alex Blake was simply a stunning looking man. I usually favoured well-put together men who put effort into their appearance. My last boyfriend used to spend more time in front of the bathroom mirror than I did. He was perfect, except for the fact that he also used to spend more time in other women’s beds than mine.
I wasn’t sure Alex even had a bathroom mirror. His floppy sandy hair was in a constant messy state and I’d only seen him clean-shaven a handful of times – and there was something incredibly sexy about it.
He knew the effect he had on me. I’m sure it added to his superior attitude. I’d made it my mission that day to tear him down a peg or two.
“Let’s get down to business, shall we?” I asked, shuffling through my notes.
“Yes,” he agreed, resting his hands behind his head, “let’s.”
“Charli failed to submit the last three assignments I gave her,” I told him. “She’s
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