Romance Beach Reads Novels & Stories

They set off toward the beach. The moonlight is falling on the beach, illuminating the whole place. Waves are gently caressing the sand, leaving behind colorful shells and stones. There are other people on the beach, mostly couples, who are taking pictures or laughing and enjoying themselves. A slight breeze is blowing by, making Scarlett shiver a little Ryder takes off his jacket and puts it around her. Scarlett blushes at his gesture. “Thanks,” she murmurs. “I don’t want my wife to catch a cold,” he grins. He holds her hand and Scarlett walks close to him, feeling the warmth emitting from him.

A breeze carried laughter, the clink of glasses, the smell of salt and cake and something grilled just a little too long. The beach house stood open to the day, doors wide, music drifting out in soft, careless rhythms. Roman stood barefoot near the deck, sleeves rolled up, watching chaos unfold with the quiet satisfaction of a man who had earned this moment. “Elena,” he called, voice warm with warning, “they’re about to gang up on you.” She turned from the table just in time to be tackled around the knees by two small forces of destruction. “Mama!” “Mamaaa!”

Carrie looked gleeful. “You’re crazy,” Zeda shook her head, and they both laughed. The beach was already filled with people when they arrived—a beautiful expanse of glittering white sand where couples walked, children played, and surfers rode the moderate waves. “Wow, it’s even better than I expected,” Carrie said, looking around excitedly. “Totally filled up,” Zeda mumbled. “What are you going to be doing here alone?” Carrie asked her as she pulled off her T-shirt and handed it to Zeda, who neatly folded it and held it. “I’m joining Rylan to swim.”

After I'd been out for about an hour, a little afraid of getting burned, I got to my feet and waded back to the beach, figuring I'd let the heat of the sun dry me off. Digging into my bag, I grabbed a bottle of water, drank half of it down, and popped open the sunscreen. Once I'd slathered up again, I dug out the erotic novel I'd been enjoying last night in bed, glad that I'd found a spot where no one else could see what I was reading. I could feel my pulse starting to race as soon as I got into it. Parting my thighs, I worked my fingers over my needy little puss, while I read the arousing passage about the well-hung stud sliding his tongue over his virgin bride's tight little opening.

I like living in the shadows. 'And they all lived happily ever after...the end.' Another book read from my summer romance reading list. I've read 43 romance novels this summer. Then there's the list of English Lit novels I had to read over the summer. I finished all five of those in the first three days of summer break. "What are you reading there, Train Tracks?" Kelly Lavender asks. "My name is Lily...not Train Tracks."

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

“Do you know how sexy you look reading that book?” Myla rolled her eyes. “Oh, really?” She said, giving him a playfully defiant look. “So you are sexualizing me for reading now?” “I saw that look in your eyes,” Beck whispered, reaching out to grab her book. “You are reading a dirty book, aren’t you?” Myla pulled it out of his reach, her face turning a deeper shade of pink. “No! It is a historical romance. It is very educational.” “Is it?” Beck drawled, his voice a low rumble.

I tucked one behind my ear, feeling very pretty. I went down to the beach, not terribly interested in finding a place to read just yet. Setting the book down on a safe patch of sand, I waded into the crystal clear ocean. The water was too warm and wonderful not to at least dip my toes in at every chance. I kicked lightly at the waves, looking down the shore. A few hundred yards away was a set of cabana houses. Jack and Emma were in one of them, the two of them staying in the same cabana where they had fallen in love.

It's the perfect setting for this conversation, and I'm grateful for the peace and serenity that surrounds us. As we watch the sun rise on the beach, I lay her down on the beach and begin kissing down her body. Her perfect, soft skin feels amazing beneath my lips, and I can feel myself growing hard again. She moans softly, arching her back as I make my way lower. Her breath comes faster and faster, and I know she's ready for me. I take her in my hand, guiding myself to her, and we make love once more, our bodies moving in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore.

I was only eight at the time and I don't really remember. Aiden finds me in my small library reading a romance book of course. Things that are more embarrassing than having a crush find me sitting in my grandpa's large chair reading a romance novel. He looks at the cover and sees a chiseled bare chest of some man whose name I don't know. Probably a model for some sports magazine. On the cover, he's caressing a lady whose back is turned towards him and her chest is bare and open and exposed. Everything about it is graphic, the way all romance novels are these days. The title is something awful as well something like My Brother's Sexy Best Friend by Jane Doe. I'm not sure who Jane Doe is but s