Beach Read Amazon Novels & Stories

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!

It's been good for me, I can feel it working it's wonders as I focus on the sounds around me; the soft crashing of the waves in front of me, the sounds of other beach goers around me, birds in the distance. "And that's book number four" I hear my loves sweet voice beside me. I turn my head and squint my eyes open to see Amelia happily setting her large political thriller down onto the table beside her lounger, shaded underneath the large white umbrella. Apparently she's had enough of feeling like she's burning to a crisp, I certainly haven't.

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 read aloud. It's a book written by Collen hover and Ria has always been a fan of Collen hover. She had read almost all her books and this particular one she planned on getting after reading "It starts with us" but she wasn't able to do so because her trip to New York happened. Ria was extremely excited. She would find a way to ask her boss for it. Maybe he might borrow her. Placing the book on her chest, Ria closed her eyes in smile.

Sex with Aeon was like a marathon, he never got satisfied with just one round and so was I. I didn’t look at him as I made my way across the beach to where Siera was lounging in one of the beach chairs, a pocketbook raised in hand parallel to her face, but she was obviously not reading but checking the view in front of her. I sat on the chair next to her and faced the direction she was looking at. "What are you reading?" "Huh?" She laid the book on her lap before she looked at me. "Oh, this. Under the Moonlight by Cassandra M."