Beach Book Reads Novels & Stories

- Maria The hot sun beat down on the beach below and made the water twinkle beneath its rays. Sprawled out on a comfortable chair with a book in my hand, I felt my skin soak up that warmth. It was a beautiful day, and I was more than happy to cook in that sunshine, listening to the waves crashing and reading at my leisure. The beach was a private one that Dimitri had scoped for us and wasted no time gaining ownership of it the moment I said I thought it was beautiful.

"I'm going back to the beach. Read for a bit." Before he could argue, I gave him a soft kiss on the lips and pulled away, covering my chest with my arms, heading back to the sand. I grabbed a sarong from the straw beach bag we'd brought and tied it around me before lying down on a towel in the white sand. Picked up the Nicholas Sparks book I'd found in one of the office cabinets and opened it, trying to focus on reading while Rocco stayed in the water.

I looked at his face in the early light — the particular quiet of him asleep, and felt the warmth of the morning and decided that nausea was not going to be the thing I focused on today. I got up carefully and went to make tea. By nine we were on the beach. It was the kind of morning that felt designed — water so clear you could see the bottom twenty feet out, the heat already building but not yet unreasonable, the beach entirely ours in every direction. Caleb had brought the good towels and a bag with water and fruit and a book he hadn't opened in days because every time he picked it up something more interesting happened. "You're not reading," I said. "I'm reading," he said, from where he

She left the hotel and walked around the beach. Just like the day before, the beach was crowded and she had to walk further until she found a peaceful place with less people. She laid the beach towel on the sand and sat on it. Perhaps all she needed to concentrate was to be in a place where she had no memory of him. She pulled the book out and started reading again. It seemed to work the trick as she went pages over pages.

The sun was not too hot, it was a cloudy breezy afternoon perfect for swimming and playing at the beach, though Bree intended to read instead of swimming. She was an hour into her book, until her little sunshine yelled for her, "Mommy! come swim!" Hazel called out giggling from the water where Gage had put her on his shoulder, dipping her repeatedly in and out of the sea level as he lowered himself and made his gorgeous chest visibly wet.

To be honest, Beverly prefers gun-smelling books to romance novels, but since she has already taken all the novels in the series, Beverly will read them. “The Truth About Lord Stoneville, Behind the Mask of Lord Stoneville? Seems interesting. " Beverly said again. He then returned the other five books to the bookshelf. The book he is holding is the first book in the series. In total there were six series, and all six of them caught Beverly's attention. “Dear Maria, I finally found this book in a bookstore near campus. Hope you like it. I'll send the next series after I find it. Greetings, Jackson. "

About the Author Blu Berry loves the beach, the sunrise and the sunset and the sound of the waves crushing on the shore. She was born and bred in the province and that’s why most of the settings in her novels are located at similar places. Except for writing, she also loves reading, watching movies, documentaries or reality shows and simply listening to music.

She read the prompts from the book, keeping her tone low and soft to not disrupt our mediation process. “Imagine you are at the beach. Imagine what you can feel. What you can hear. What you can smell. Can you feel the soft and warm sand under your bare toes? Can you smell the salt from the ocean and hear the waves coming to shore? Can you feel the light breeze and the warmth of the sun? Can you hear the seagulls around the beach? Imagine that you’re safe and nobody can hurt you where you are. Nobody is in danger, and nothing can touch you. Imagine your thoughts are like clouds and you see them drifting in and out of your view of the sky. Allow these thoughts to come naturally and watch them

“Any more pancakes?” “No, Petal, we’re okay,” she replied, sitting down. “Right here’s fine.” Someone called out, “You’ll get sunburned!”—their voice carrying like a distant chant, yet not too far away. Sitting at the beach, I held a book up in my hands, reading. The sun beamed down as my phone suddenly rang from an unknown number. “Hello?” I answered. “Yes?” I pulled the phone away from my ear, ended the call, and tried to guess who it was.

Downward dog, warrior, tree—my muscles remember the stretch, the balance, the freedom of being weightless. An iced latte calls my name next. I hop down, rinse off again, then slide into a bikini—a cobalt blue triangle top and matching bottoms that still feel like summer’s first heartbeat. I pop the van’s back doors open wide, the sea breeze piling in. Tyler jumps onto the bed behind me, head bobbing in curiosity. I tuck my feet under me, book in hand—some breezy beach read I downloaded last week—and sip the cold coffee, foam shading my bottom lip. For a while, it’s just me, Tyler, and the steady rhythm of waves.