Percy Candle Cove Novels & Stories

“Oh . . . wow.” Hannah let the car roll to a stop along the Cove road as she stared down the short stretch of Pelican Bay shoreline, then out to the Point, where the McCraes’ lighthouse stood, a proud old sentry, historic and beloved. The sun was just rising above the horizon line behind it, casting it in a pinkish-golden halo of light.

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.

“I was thinking about taking a walk along the beach.” “Yeah? We could take a walk later tonight and I’ll show you my favorite spot here. There’s a bioluminescent cove on the east side, it’s beautiful all year round. We could also go to the village if you want. There’s a market and the locals know me.” Cathy bit back a smile. “Mr. Theodore Cyneric, are you saying you’ll miss me if I go out on my own for a walk? Or are you trying to show off your island to me?”

Author’s POV “This is Paradise!” Vivi yelled looking at the place where the local alpha, Matt Wheeler, suggested to stay. Inn of Cannon Beach is 2 minutes walk from the beach, has a private garden full with wild flowers and in the middle of the garden a beautiful pond is placed. The best thing is that the place where the wedding will be held, Haystack Rock is 15 minutes’ walk away so Matt Wheeler was right, the place is perfect.

“Is it some fancy place with small people or a huge wedding” “A beach wedding and yes it’s small, very small. You two won’t be there.” Percy answered saving my ass. I finished making the pancakes and put the plates out on the counter along with the syrups and berries. “Oh come on, don’t be a douche Percy, you know we want to be there. At least give up the priveledge to see you smitten and In love, it’s a miracle since Stella.” Stella? Who the hell was Stella? I turned to Percy whose jaw had hardened and his eyes pierced death through Lucas head.

"Woah, Percy, Impressive, wait...fire?" He was letting me roam around the room and replied to me patiently. "Candles, I have soy wax candles that burn at a low temperature. It'll be hot but won't scar your skin. And some ice play to cool you off." Obviously only the good kind of candles for his subs, the thought made me smile and pulled him down for a kiss. "Yes, Sir," I whispered my answer, pushing my body flat to his and making him groan.

Caleb says with a polite smile, as he turns off the engine. Coastal Cove is nestled at the back of the resort, overlooking the ocean with a breathtaking view of the sunset, and the exterior is designed to resemble a beachy laid-back vibe with natural wood accents, nautical ropes, and colorful beach umbrellas. The entrance is marked by a large, wooden sign with the coastal cove logo, sound of waves crashing against the shore creates a soothing ambiance.

Then we each go to our various vehicles–Raven, Sophie, Thorne, and Agnes in Raven's Mustang; Dominic, Fleming, Abby, Rachel, and the Phantom in Dominic's four-door Jaguar; and Enid on her own motorbike, a little black Triumph similar to Tristan’s. Our little caravan heads up the coast, then we board a ferry–which I've never done, so I'm excited and my eyes are everywhere. I sit in the front and watch as birds follow us in the air, and dolphins in the water. The ferry takes us to a small island and we're the only ones who get off at that stop. The island is occupied by a giant, empty lighthouse. “It’s decommissioned, and the security guard lets people from Tidepool Cove have picnics here,” ex

"It really has been a long time since you've been back, hasn't it?" "Too long." Caden watched the scenery pass by and Jocelyn wondered what he was thinking. The evergreens were covered in white snow, creating the perfect Christmas postcard. In fact, many photographers had used the winter landscape of Christmas Cove over the years for just that reason. Within minutes, the trees gave way to a castle made with huge white stones that shimmered in the sunlight. In the back was what looked to be ski slopes with white snow as far as the eye could see behind it. "Wow."