Book Getaway Novels & Stories

“Isnt that something? How did we jump from your mum to your mate?” I rolled my eyes. “Just quit being so chummy with every she-wolf you encounter. They are not always down to play.” “Says who?” The mischief in his eyes makes me want to gorge them out. “Dont annoy me. Just get on with what you were about to say. So a vacation ticket as a gift?” “Yes, somewhere she can go to experience a new life. I hear the Night howlers pack have this new resort that has been the rave lately. Positive reviews have been given since they started. I think you, myself and Lena can plan that and make it a perfect birthday gift.”

she shot back, frustration evident in her voice. If I revealed our destination now, she'd soon realize that I had deceived her about this being a business trip. That revelation could make her reconsider everything, jeopardizing my chance to win her heart. I had Mrs. Lambert secure a luxury two-bedroom suite at The Grand Pacific Hotel in Fiji, one of the finest resorts on the island. While the idea of buying a house there briefly flirted with my mind, it felt like too big of a leap that might send Ciara running, especially given our rocky start. I needed to ease her into this, not overwhelm her.

CHAPTER 145 THE WEEKEND GETAWAY As Rebekah settled into the passenger seat of Lucien's car, she could see that he also had a suitcase with him at the back, and although she kept a straight face her mind was racing with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. She could not believe they were doing this together and they were going on a getaway that was planned by him to a mysterious cabin, still in New Orleans. As they drove, heading through the destination, soft music was played in the car as Lucien filled her in on the location.

Mya then pressed her head to mine, her ear on the opposite side of the cell phone as she tried to listen to the conversation. “Three beds. Two separate rooms. One master, two twin. And it has certain amenities.” I was intrigued while Mya started shaking her head as if I were making a mistake. She knew that they didn’t have the funds to spend like that. I ignored her. I meant what I said before, I was a sucker for romance. “Like what?” I continued the conversation. “Well guests have unlimited services, passes to the pool and spa, as well as a complimentary car or limo for their stay.”

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

“Yes. Sure.” “Great. See you soon,” He said as I turned to Micah, who was beaming with a smile. “I don’t know. Maybe you know it,” I said, opening the location that Gabriel sent to me. “Whoa. It’s like you were reading each other’s minds,” He said as soon as he looked at the screen. ‘Really? What’s this place?” “It’s a resort by the ocean. A very quiet and intimate place.” He winked at me as I scoffed.

Declan asked. “Oh, you mean the villa that I gave you? All jokes aside, I actually came here to invite you all to a pre-wedding getaway. Before you all protest, it’s already been paid for.” He replied and grabbed a slice of cheese off the tray in the middle of the table. “Sounds fun. Where are we going?” Aideen cheerfully questioned. “Desert palace hotel and casino. I especially like the casino part, but they have a cute little hotel with a golf course and bowling. A very desert-themed vibe, but I thought our snow angels would prefer something opposite to what they experienced on their last trip.”

he said, then put the handkerchief away, looking at Henrik, "After the shipment." Henrik looked at the booking details and frowned, almost no one booked the cheap motel in the off-season. It was a dump, and only made him money - though a lot of it - when they hiked the prices way up through the summer, and available choices were few. The booking was only for one guest, and they'd specially requested the most out of the way room, by its number, where one could leave and enter with a great deal of discretion.

They sat on the couch with her laptop, scrolling through photos of cabins and cottages, reading reviews out loud. "We haven't done this in years," she said. "We haven't done a lot of things." "Then let's do them all." He smiled. "All of them?" "All of them." They booked a small cabin by the water. Not fancy. A one-room place with a porch overlooking the ocean. The reviews said it was quiet, secluded, perfect for a getaway. "This is us," she said. "This is us." The weekend came fast. They packed light. A bag each. No laptop. No work. Just them.

Having just taken over the position of the ninth head of the Jean family, she only discovered too late that it wasn’t always a great thing. Harvey had his breakfast, and then spent some time comforting Mandy. After that, he took a car to the location of a B&B at the outskirts of Las Vegas. This area was the most popular place for tourists to live in. Not only was it cheap, but there were also many tourist attractions all around. Harvey arrived at the door of a homestay and promptly knocked on it. After a while, the door opened slightly, as if the people inside wanted to take a peek at Harvey’s face first. Only then did it open fully.