Author's Note
My friend has been telling me about their newest book and characters and they were just so cute I couldn't wait till the book was published to write a fic about them.
There are some elements in the story I know the author wanted revealed later in their books, but they don't think I'll get enough readers for it to matter ("Why would anyone want to read fics about characters they know nothing about?") But let's see if we can't prove my friend wrong.
Though I don't have much time, I had a free day in which I wrote the whole story. I only had enough time to go over it once so please excuse any errors or discrepancies, it was just something written for fun. Hope you enjoy it.
Tl;dr
Writing fanfic based off book friend is currently working on. Some liberties have been taken with characters but they are close to being true to how they will be in the original story. I am also taking liberties with the story of Overboard to cast the characters in.
Chapter One
Mrs. Kyle Janaskie, she did not take her husband's name, was lounging on the sundeck of her husband's yacht. Dressed in swim shorts and a rash guard, she was enjoying a good thick book when a confused looking young man stepped into view. Though short, he had an air to him that made him look taller in character than build. His skin was naturally tan and he had an athletes build, which Kyle admired without losing focus of her place in the book.
"Excuse me," his voice had a boyish quality to it, but there was no doubt that he was a man, "Do you know where the Mrs. Of this ship is?"
Kyle finally lowered her book, setting it on her lap in an elegant manner, as she lifted her eyes to the man's. To an outside observer she looked completely bored with the situation going on in front of her. And perhaps she was in a way. She had dealt with this event many a time and though she had not yet grown tired it, it was still something that pulled her from what she wanted, to not be bothered.
"I am the Mrs. Of this ship."
He looked startled for a moment as he took note of her wardrobe and short hair. It only took him a moment to notice the gentler more feminine features. His face went red with embarrassment.
He was rather cute, in a simple, home spun kind of way.
"Sorry, Ma'am." She felt her body tense at the word. "I'm Judah Paloyo, the new cook your husband hired for the ship."
Once she'd heard this, Kyle again lifted the book to her eyes, signaling she was done with the conversation. He just stood there, looking agitated as he rocked back and forth on his heals as if waiting for something. But she did not give him any more notice as she turned the page of her book.
"There you are," came a sharp tone as Cole Derringer, the owner of the ship, came around the side of the ship, "You're the new cook, right?"
The young man looked like someone placed between a rock and a hard place, the cold dispassionate mistress of the ship on one side, the stormy flame of a master on the other. All he could manage was a nod as Cole let out an impatient huff.
"Follow me."
Kyle listened as her husband grumbled while leading the chef down to the galley, "The ship isn't that big, how could you get lost? I had almost called to tell you not to bother coming if you were going to be late."
The whole way Judah Paloyo apologized, his shoulders curving in a subservient manner as his head ducked with each insult. Kyle let out a long slow breath as she turned the page in her book.
"We'll see how long this one lasts."
Then she became lost again in her book as the waves gently rocked the moored ship.