Mary Alice Monroe Beach House Series Novels & Stories

She lay on a white lounge chair under a couple of coconut trees, watching them. Lost in the painful thought and noisy silence. Jane walked up to her. A strand of her blonde hair pulled out from the bun as she pulled closer. She had a yellow bra with triangle shapes, a g-string pant tied to her slim waist and a pair of dark shades handing on the bridge of her nose. Walking under the colorful umbrellas to take a shade, Jane placed the dark shades on her forehead, taking a brighter view of the place. Alice wire a tight-lipped smile while Jane joined the lounge. “What are you all here by yourself?” Jane asked, taking a rest. She remembered vividly how Alice was happy to come to the beach with th

This is Kinsella’s cousin, the one annoying her to death. “This is Nero Nicholas Bennett of Beach House Chain.” I said in a calm voice. “I happen to have seen your designs and I was wondering if you could do me a favor.” There was silence in between us for seconds. “Beach House? As in the one in Hermosa?” He asked. I inhaled. “Yes.” I breathed. “Oh! What can I do for you, Mr. Bennett?” He was more enthusiastic now. But that made me tremble in fear. What if he knew about me? What if he knew about me and Kinsella? What if—

The realtor returned to her office. Luna Viviana dropped Mia at her house. Then she and her bodyguard returned to the mansion. When she arrived at the mansion, she went straight to her husband's office and put the folder containing all the details of the beach house property including the business card of the owner on Alpha Callum's desk. "This is the beachfront property I want you to buy for me. It will cost you $11 million, complete with furniture and appliances. The owner's business card and photos of the house are inside the folder."

CHAPTER. 3. WILL YOU MAKE A LOVE WITH ME? BEVERLY could only surrender when Jackson led him out. Previously, he had indeed seen the area around Jackson's house. The house is located on an island in the middle of the ocean. As far as the eye could see, Beverly could only find water and water. However, behind the house, there is a forest that looks very wide. Beverly wondered why did Jackson want to spend his time in a remote place like this?

I stood there watching until his car disappeared down the road, and only then did I head inside the house. The three-bedroom beach house was designed to be as comfortable as possible. The cozy living room, with its plush furniture and airy, ocean-inspired colors, felt like a calming escape from the chaos of life. Each bedroom was thoughtfully furnished with a large bed, a mini fridge, and a bedside table. It was the perfect place to unwind after a day on the beach. Bill had spent his money well—this place was a dream.

he began, voice casual, “you never did give me a straight answer about the beach house.” My jaw tightened. Of course. The beach house. Amanda’s favorite place in the world. A stretch of sun-bleached wood and open windows overlooking the ocean, where we’d gone the summer we got married. She used to say it was the only place she could truly breathe. And here he was again, bringing it up like it was just another line item in a spreadsheet. I set my glass down a little too hard. “It’s not for sale.” He raised an eyebrow. “Still? Thought you’d have let it go by now.”

Anastasia burst into laughter, and even I couldn’t stop grinning. The drive to Malibu was peaceful. The rhythmic sound of waves grew louder as we neared the beach house. It reminded me of my last time here—our make-up sex. Marion parked and helped me out, carrying me carefully toward the backyard, Anastasia following close behind, her grin barely contained. The warm breeze ruffled my hair as I stepped onto the deck, the sound of the ocean blending with the faint shuffle of people moving around. I nearly fell while in his arms and then screamed in delight when a loud chorus erupted:

"There is a medical van in the back of our convoy. Let us take care of those feet, Miss Vivienne." "No," Dominic said, his grip on my hand tightening until it hurt in the best way possible. "We take our car." Harris smiled faintly. "Fair enough. Drive south on Highway 101. Ten miles down, there's a small coastal town called Shell Beach. The house on the cove has the keys in the mailbox. It's yours." Harris turned around and walked back toward the black SUVs. The blue and red lights shut off one by one, leaving the quiet road bathed in the warm, yellow light of the rising sun.

"And that’s long enough." The corner of his mouth twitches. Before I can continue interrogating him, Maria exits her room looking happier than I've seen her in months. "Oh, we're leaving already?" I blink. "You knew?" Maria looks guilty. Alejandro suddenly finds the ceiling fascinating. "You planned something." Maria beams. "I might have helped." I look between them. Then narrow my eyes. Both refuse to make eye contact. An hour later, I understand everything. The beach stretches endlessly before us, golden sand meeting sparkling blue water beneath a cloudless California sky. Several staff members from the Malibu estate are setting up tables, umbrellas, chairs, and enough food to feed a small

” Mystery Girl ~”As soon as I meet the right man. Damon ~”Is Brody not the right man?” Mystery Girl ~”I think it is maybe a bit too early to say that.” We finally arrive at the beach house. I use to come up here with girls we met at the club for weekend parties, never as a bunch of couples like we doing now. It is the perfect place for falling in love. We all get out the car, stretching out our legs and just admiring the beauty around us. Skye ~”Baby this is gorgeous.”