Book Getaway Novels & Stories

She and Kelly would make a game of getting invited to pool club cabanas and see how much of a tab they could run up before undertaking the inevitable quid pro quo of fucking their hosts. I booked a Thursday night flight that would have us into Vegas by 9 p.m., time enough for a late dinner. Or room service. I called my host at the Wynn and set up a Parlor Suite for two nights. I made dinner reservations at Wing Lei and Joel Robuchon. Then I texted Kat. "For your reward, I need you to take the day off on March 16," I instructed. "Weekend getaway?" she responded, with a fingers crossed emoji.

A rural hill country rental on the outskirts of her hometown. It is close to where she grew up and reminds her of youthful and independent adulthood times. Her childhood neighborhood is about thirty minutes away compared to the other parts of the hill country like Canyon Lake, Spring Branch, and Bulverde, which are other most desirable areas. Living near the hilly lakes is of interest to Gracie Mae. So, she has decided to stay near Bandera in a cabin while taking a break from van life. Then she met Paxton who is from there, well if we date and get along it will be fine. It is a small town, but I have never really interacted with people in the area, I just keep to myself and pass through to m

he smiled. “Master Dominick!” it was Ben who is running. “What is it?” Dominick responded. “I already booked the hotel for all of us tonight,” Dominick cocked his head. “Thanks, Ben,” he looked at us. “Everyone, I’ve set up the night for us, and I would invite you all to stay at The Golden House. I booked us all rooms there,” Dominick announced. “Oh, sorry, Dominick, we can’t go,” said Robert. “Me and Blake will be out of the country later at six. You know, to chill and to start a new chapter of our life,” Blake kissed Robert on the lips.

The book tour would be landing in Boston the next weekend, and both he and Hugo wanted to have me over. “More exes to shoo away?” I teased. “You know men, they never give up on the object of their desire,” he replied, chuckling. “Of course, those awful creatures.” So much for a week to get rid of stress, right? The next morning, I hit the road in the best of moods and made the usual pit stop at an outdoors store in Springfield, this time to get two sleeping bags instead of one, a small dome tent and a few more things I might need. Back on my way to Pennhurst, miles flew by under the soft spring sun while I sang along at the top of my lungs pretty much the complete No Return discography. I ma

"Are you sure? Don't we have to stand around while housekeeping inspects the room for damages?" "No, it's completely taken care of," he said, opening the passenger door for me. "We have a massive drive ahead of us, so the sooner we hit the road, the better." "Let's do it." The dashboard clock glowed a bright 2:00 AM as we cleared the hotel gates. Four hours later, the sudden, biting snap of mountain air hit my face the moment I rolled down the window. We had finally arrived. The atmosphere here was entirely different from Tagaytay; the cold was sharper, cutting straight into my chest and making my nose prickle with a sudden sneeze. Our first priority was finding a base camp, so we spent thir

“We already have the perfect honeymoon arranged! One night at the Savoy and then off tomorrow!” “Really?” I get ready to trump it. “Where are you going, then?” “We’re going back to Ikonos. Back to where we met. Isn’t it perfect?” “To a backpackers’ guest house?” I stare at her. “No, silly! To that amazing hotel! The Amba. The one with the waterfall. Didn’t you review it?” Damn. The Amba is pretty untrumpable. It opened three years ago and we’ve reviewed it twice since then—five stars each time. It’s the most spectacular place in the Cyclades and was voted Top Honeymoon Destination two years running.

he says out loud. He wants me out of sight, too. I lie down across his back and we stay silent for the rest of the trip until it comes to a halt. He pays the driver and we sheepishly get out of the cab. He grabs my hand and we walk across the road in the opposite direction and along the backstreets until another cab goes by and we flag it down. “Now we can go back to the hotel,” he says softly as it comes to a halt. “We climb into the backseat.” “The Bog Hotel, please.”

Smoothed the dress down. “My room first,” he said against her mouth. “Veil on. Then you go play honeymoon.” Gia walked back to her seat dripping. Nathan mumbled, “You okay?” “Line,” Gia whispered. Reid passed their row and didn’t look at her. She felt him anyway. Reid’s hotel was a block from the honeymoon suite Nathan had booked. Gia told Nathan she wanted ten minutes to “drop the extra bag with Reid so we don’t haul gifts.”

I can’t believe I am finally here. That was a long flight. I hope the ship ride back is better. Heading to the rental car place so I can get a four wheel drive and all that for this trip. I rented a FJ Cruiser and then I headed to my hotel to check in. I wonder if they fingered it out that I am gone yet. Even if they do they won’t know what city I am in since I didn’t get that far in telling them my story. They only know the country that I am in. I arrived at the hotel and its name was Sails in the Desert. It had a good rating for the hotel so that is why I went with it. I only booked it for two days. Just to give me time to go check out the place I really need to be and see if there are any

"We only have one room with two beds." My grip tightened on Ace's arm, I didn't dare see his face. I would swallow myself in embarrassment if I did. I blew a puff of arrogant breath. "I said one room and one bed, isn't this thing's name Honeymoon Travelers? I am sure you have a room that satisfies our needs." Her scowl deepened and she opened the registration book. "Your names and signatures and identification cards."