Calico Cove Novels & Stories

Cara didn't bother to watch the rest of their exchange as she pushed open the door, which had been slightly open all the while, and walked in. The view that greeted her was breathtaking and if she hadn't been in such a bad mood, she would have stopped to admire it. She walked straight to the ceiling to floor length window which overlooked sandy dunes and turquoise blue waters. The sight managed to calm her as she let her eyes roam the area. It was a unique sight and she got lost in it for a few minutes until a tap on her shoulder brought her back to reality. She turned to find Covey staring at her. She shook her head and headed back towards the room. Covey followed her calling out her name.

she said, still chopping away. I gulped at that. I couldn’t really wrap my head around the size of this place. “Why is it called Black Cove,” I asked, since she seemed so agreeable to answering questions. “Oh you’ll see one day. We have a large coastline on the southwest end, it’s stunning. White sandy beaches and clear water. I haven’t been in awhile but I’d love to take the kids in the summer. The tale is that there was a big human pirate ship called “The Black” that sank half a mile off shore,” she said, as she moved around.

CHAPTER THREE Cooper’s Cove lay a mile to the east of Dorsal Finn’s harbour. As with other areas in the town, the large cave, accessible only at low tide, had bad folklore attached to it. The place was known locally as Coven Cove, and its association with witchcraft was no secret amongst the older generations. They took delight—especially around Halloween—in scaring kids with talk about the coven of witches who used to frequent the area, one of whom allegedly wrote The Book of Shadows, a grimoire of great power.

A pair of kayakers paddled close to the rocky shore along the C-shaped cove, then vanished. “Where’d they go?” Evelyn asked, searching for them. “This is Emerald Cove,” their captain told them as he lowered the sail. “Great swimming and if you get up close enough, you can fishhook into the cave. We’ll take lunch here and swim for a bit, then put into port early evening.” He descended below deck and returned momentarily with some cooking gear. “It’ll be a bit before lunch is ready. If you two want to use the cabin to change clothes, feel free.”

Chapter Fifty-Four I knew he was right, but that didn’t make it any easier. He stood, buttoning his shirt up before helping me slip on my sandals. We walked to the door, every step reminding me of the plug in my ass and the egg that sent pulsing vibrations through me. When we got down to the lobby, Derrick was waiting for us. “If you two would like to head to the private beach. Dom is waiting for you.” I nodded my head, thanking him again. I looped my arm through Kane’s, leaning my body against his as we made our way outside.

"Exactly what we need after the drive back." "How was Moonstone Cove?" I asked as we settled into our seats, a server appearing silently to pour wine for the others and sparkling water for me. "I've only seen pictures—Theo's never taken me there." Christian and Lola exchanged glances, something private and warm passing between them. "It's extraordinary," Christian replied. "Isolated in the best possible way—just beach and forest and endless horizon." "We swam every day," Lola added, her cheeks colouring slightly at some memory I wasn't privy to. "The water was cooler than expected, but so clear you could see straight to the bottom."