Mary Alice Monroe Beach House Series Novels & Stories

"Mommy, I'm sleepy. I can't even open my eyes." Carolina jumped down from her father's embrace and came to Mariana and lay down. Bernard had nothing to say to this woman, but just as he was about to leave, Mariana suddenly said: "Mr. Bernard, there is something that I must mention, didn't you say earlier that the beach villa is for me and my children to live in, and that you will be staying at the halfway up the mountain? But now I find out that you've been living in this house for days. How long are you planning to stay? "

Looking at Marcus over the hood of the car, I asked, “Are we at a beach house?” “I hope you like the ocean.” He said with nonchalance as he pulled out our bags. “Like?” I said, “I love it!” He flashed me a grin to die for, “Thought you might.” Excited, I followed him into the house. It was a small property with fences around the porch, while the backyard remained free. I suspected that it led into the private beach that I couldn’t wait to find out. Once the door was unlocked, Marcus ushered me inside first. As soon as the lights turned on inside, I squealed in surprise when my feet were off the ground. Scooping me up in his arms, he descended his mouth to meet mine.

The keys finally in my hand, I find the car—a rather nice Range Rover—throw my bags in the back, program Alice’s address into G****e Maps, and head off. It takes about fifteen minutes to get there. She’s out at Wainui Beach, in a medium-sized house with a small front garden and what appears to be a largish back garden. It’s a nice neighborhood, and I can imagine the house would fetch a decent price on today’s market. I know her father was the manager of a computer store in the town center, and her mother worked as a secretary before she fell ill, and it makes me wonder if the family was more affluent when her father was alive. I’m surprised they haven’t sold the house and downsized, but then

Mary tour me inside their house while Arthur is preparing our dinner. "You can use this room, Solana. It gives a great view of the beach and you can watch the sunrise and sunset from that window," she said while pointing at the glass window. I smiled at her and then nod my head. "It's beautiful," I commented. The room is not as big as the one I had in the mansion or my condo but it's clean and has a relaxing vibe. "Do you want to stroll around?" Mary asked so I nod my head since the beach looks enticing.

Nora knew where it was, she had been there before. They got to the beach house and Nora parked the car. They both walked out and a gasp escaped Lily’s lips as she stared at the house. It wasn't just a random beach house, it was a luxurious beach house. What else was she expecting from the Blackwells? “Come on.”’ Nora said and they both headed towards the entrance. They got to the entrance and Nora found out the door was opened already. “Ugh, I think Malia is here already.” Nora groaned and Lily laughed at the look she had on. They both walked in and Lily was more impressed.

"Yeah. It's really over." We pulled up to a house I didn't recognize. Nice house. By the beach like Lisa had dreamed. "What's this?" "Our house. I bought it while you were gone. With my money from the businesses." She smiled. "Come on. I want to show you." Inside was perfect. Open floor plan. Big windows. The sound of waves in the distance. "You did all this?" "I had help. Ruby. Your aunt Maria. Hawk before he got arrested." She pulled me toward the stairs. "But there's one more thing I want to show you."

"You just went toe-to-toe with Arthur Sterling and a tenured professor in the span of twenty-four hours. You need a beach, a massive glass of wine, and zero talk about macroeconomic theory. Trust me." Gia smiled, but her eyes drifted to the window. If Chloe only knew the truth. If she only knew that the "monster" brother she had screamed at was the exact person who had orchestrated this entire isolation. The Montauk estate was a stunning, modernist masterpiece of glass, rough-hewn stone, and dark cedar wood, perched precariously on a cliff overlooking the grey, churning Atlantic Ocean. It was completely isolated, surrounded by miles of private coastline and thick pine trees.

I ask,tearing it open. " Your new house. It's already paid and the paperwork transferred to your house. The girls and I will be furnishing it today so that you can move in immediately." Nyx informs me. " A beach house?" I ask and she nods. " Yes. I think it's a perfect location, away from the city. It's the best option after the other two houses. " She points out. I flip through the documents and realize that the said beach house is next to mason's house.

"Santa monica? Is it okay to take Alaric to the beach?" "The beach? What is the beach, Mom?" asked Alarik innocently, the boy looked alternately at his mother and Archi, waiting for an answer to his question. Alea immediately laughed, Alaric's question really tickled her stomach, she rarely took Alarik for a walk because she was busy. Even though Santa Monica beach is not too far from downtown, where she lives. "Okay, let's go! Let's see the beach." Alea agreed to Archi's invitation, Alarik cheered happily while jumping on the couch. Archi and Alea laughed at him, Alarik could even feel happy without knowing what a beach was.

Regency romances, thrillers, cozy mysteries, even a few books with scenes dirty enough to make my face flame. “How do you know?” I step forward to pick up a framed photo, and my hands shake. It’s a photo of Levi and Michael surfing. It sits next to one of Michael and me sitting on the beach, framed by a perfect wave in the background. We’re sandy and happy. I pass it wordlessly to Mallory, and her eyes widen. “This room is a perfect replica of the room I used to stay in at the Montauk house. Except for the photos.” “Holy shit,” Mallory whispers. “And the books?”