Mary Alice Monroe Beach House Series Novels & Stories

“We just also care about not burning out.” “Speaking of vacation,” Greg interjected, moving to lean against the doorframe. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you all about that. Margaret and I were discussing it last night and we thought it might be nice to spend part of the break at the beach house.” I looked up from my laptop. “Beach house?” “Martha’s Vineyard,” Brandon said. “Dad’s had it since before we were born.” “It’s beautiful there,” Greg added. “Quiet. Private. Good place to unwind after exam stress. And I’d like to show your mother that part of the property. She hasn’t seen it yet.”

she asked, her mouth open in surprise. “Who do you think owns it?” Liam replied with a playful smirk. “Don’t tell me it’s yours,” she said, wide-eyed. Liam laughed. “Wait until you see the inside, Macy.” He led her into the house, where the staff stood in line to greet them. “OMG! Is this heaven?” Macy exclaimed, covering her mouth as she looked around. “Welcome to one of my beach houses, Macy. I hope you like it.” “I don’t just like it, Liam. I love it! This place is amazing. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“I’m so glad you two are getting along.” Under the table my foot brushes Cain’s. We both move at exactly the same moment, exactly the same direction, and say nothing, and my mother is still talking about how lovely it is that we’re working together and I am focused very hard on my eggs. “Actually,” Marcus says, setting his tablet down, “Linda and I have been talking about a family trip. The beach house in Malibu. Two weeks, just the four of us.” The coffee cup stops halfway to my mouth.

I roll my eyes and hang up. What did Damon mean? Zayn didn’t pick the beach house for our honeymoon—Amanda did. But then again, whose house is it? If it were Amanda’s, would the red room be there in the first place? Those torturously sweet devices that showed me a part of myself I never knew existed.

“My dad practically cross-examines me every time I go out past nine.” “Well, mine doesn’t have to know,” Sarah said, smirking. “Sarah,” Anna warned. “I’m kidding!” she said, then lowered her voice. “Mostly.” That was when Anna’s face lit up, like she’d just remembered something. “Wait! What about my family’s beach house?” We all looked at her. I blinked. “The one in Long Island?” “The very one,” Anna confirmed, popping a red bear into her mouth. “You mean the massive white one with the infinity pool and private dock?” Sarah shrieked.

Celia’s POV The Annenberg Community Beach House features spectacular views, a children's play area / splash pad and a historic pool and Marion Davies Guest House offering docent tours as well as classes and rentals. It is a public facility, open to all with no membership required. This unique place is one of the reasons why Santa Monica is considered one of LA's nicest beaches! Back on the Beach Café is also on site and offers beachfront breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This is the first and only thing I came to know about in LA. Ryan and I are walking in the sand. The wind is roaring today. I wish I had tied my hair. It is falling into my mouth whenever I opened my it to respond.

Somewhere I could be anonymous, could start over completely, could build a life that had nothing to do with Grace Monroe who married a billionaire or Grace Vaughn who got conned or whoever the media had decided I was. "Portland," I said, then corrected myself. "No, not Portland. Oregon though. Somewhere small. Somewhere I can disappear." Naomi typed, pulled up real estate listings. "Cannon Beach? It's tiny, mostly tourists and locals who keep to themselves. Right on the ocean. You could get a house there, something with space for the baby. It's about ninety minutes from your mom but far enough that you'd have independence."

(Jayden) I look at the beach view from my Santa Monica property. I don’t remember purchasing this place but I’m glad I did now. When I was looking over my portfolio before I divorced Winona, this one caught my eye and I wanted to come see it right away. Of course, I got too busy with the business and all this memory crap. Since finding out about Abby, and now her condition, life has been a whirlwind. I take a deep breath. Here it feels like the world has slowed.

And maybe he is, he definitely isn't mine anymore. Let's go back to thirty minutes ago... When we get to Seattle, Robyn has to direct Case because he doesn't know the way to the beach house. Quickly enough, we realize we can't trust Robyn's directions after missing our way twice so we decided to make use of G****e maps, a few minutes later we arrive at the beach house. Just as I expected, the beach house doesn't look like any normal beach house. At least not like what I have seen or imagined. It is huge and looks more like a beach mansion than a beach house.

But because I miss everything, we were to each other. It’s the weekend and I am at the home he has in Martha’s Vineyard. It is this beautiful out here. This home is a two-story cottage with a separate pool house. An Olympic size pool stretched the length of the main house. There is this beautiful wooden deck that wraps around the entire back of the home. Views of the Atlantic Ocean and the smell of the salty water. The seagulls that sing overhead. The sun warms my showing belly as I lay out on a beach chair. I am wearing a two-piece navy-blue swimsuit and a large floppy hat. The girls are joining me and I am shocked that they have kept my secret. Of course, none of them actually talk to his