The Casa Blanca Siesta Key Novels & Stories

Clairessa's POV Dressed in a soft white robe, I sipped my coffee while standing on the balcony, overlooking the entire resort. The Gemia Resort wasn’t just beautiful—it felt like stepping into paradise. Our suite was on the top floor, offering a breathtaking view. From the sparkling blue pool below to the lush gardens spread across the resort, everything looked perfect under the morning sun.

“But tell you what. Tomorrow, I’ll take you out. San Narciso or Subic — we’ve got the best beaches in Zambales. Or maybe even Sahara.” Selene’s eyes lit up. “Sahara? The exclusive island?” Rosalia nodded. “Yes, the one you can only reach by boat from Santa Cruz. It’s very private. Invite-only. Even celebrities don’t just walk in.” Selene leaned back in her chair, the thought of it soothing her frustration. At least if Duke kept disappearing, she wouldn’t feel so stuck. Later that afternoon, she found herself holed up in the estate’s grand library, flipping through books more for distraction than entertainment. The room was silent, save for the rustle of pages and the ticking of a vintage clo

He whispers, reaching down to kiss the boy atop his head of golden curls. Sebastian smiles, stroking the boy's face once before gently and silently rising to stand. He goes over to the other side of the room, to kiss Caleb as well, then slinks from the room quietly. He soon enters the living room of his penthouse, where Blanca Reeves, a young, caucasian girl, who buries herself into homework. "Thanks for coming tonight. I know you had to study for your finals, but I need a night out." He sighs cumbrously and Blanca looks up with a dreamy smile.

"I may have. booked a viewing. For a potential wedding venue." Her eyes widened. "You did what?" Kc sat back away from her, grinning. "Don't worry, I didn't sign a contract. I just wanted to see your face when I told you." Valeria smacked him on the chest playfully. "You are such a brat." "Maybe," he replied, grinning. She gave in and laughed, burying her face in his chest. “Fine. I’m curious. Where is it?” “Santa Barbara. Cliffside estate. Private, open-air terrace, views of the ocean. Very us.”

“The safehouse is prepped.” “I don’t want a cage,” I muttered, my heels clicking across the pavement. “I want answers.” “You’ll get both.” He wasn’t lying. The “safehouse” turned out to be a sleek glass fortress on the edge of Biscayne Bay—one of Thiago’s private properties. The kind you don’t list. The kind you don’t find unless you’re meant to. Inside, everything screamed clean lines and calculated power. Except the silence. Too quiet. Until Lucia stepped out from the shadows.

The blue waters and the inviting waves all too exciting for her. " I'll pay double to have this under my name ," Zia added as she jumped around, spreading her arms wide enjoying the evening breeze. Carlos had all the luggage in both hands, his muscles bulged at the weight of Zia's suitcase. It seemed she had carried rocks with her. The two had walked for ten minutes before they had the perfect view of the mansion situated in the middle of the island. The design was just so perfect, big transparent windows, a huge balcony to enjoy the breeze while overlooking the sea, several fruit trees on the side.

Selena’s POV The resort in the Moon Sea Pack is close to the coast and has a stunning beach that stretched out as far as I could see. Charles and I took our own car to the house we were staying at for the next few days. There are several villas not far from the coast, each separated by a small garden, very private and independent. The house was built directly on the water and we could slide into the water from the room. When we checked in at the front desk, the bill was staggering, but Charles didn't hesitate to pull out his credit card.

The kind that stars gorgeous lead actresses on a summer holiday. "I know I've been here before but…" Yvette remarks. "Wow." "I feel the same way, Yvette," I agree. "Except I haven't been here before." Selena is rounding a bend, and I see a charming yellow building first, with manicured front lawns and hedges trimmed so flat they look like leafy tables. Two palm trees flank the front steps that lead up to the entrance. "Oh my god, is that the villa?" "No cupcake," Selena replies. "That is the Palm Paradise Resort."

Barnald is a very efficient person, and he admires how smoothly his assistant brought up the subject. "Have you heard of the SSL Hotel in Makati?" "Yes, I have been there before. Is that your hotel, sir?" Barnald burst out laughing. "No, my business is only within the Hotel, not the hotel. Have you heard of Casa de Lujuria, the exclusive nightclub in Seven Sins Luxurious Hotel?" The young lady's eyes widened. "Oh, my goodness! Is it yours? My wealthy blockmates frequently mention your nightclub, sir. I've been to SSL Hotel before, but I've never been to Casa de Lujuria."

Windswept and exhausted, we pulled up to the private resort, which consisted of numerous spas, outdoor theaters, and restaurants, all situated on perfect white sand beaches. There were also jet skis I was dying to take Shelby on again to see if her driving skills had improved any from the last time. By the time we arrived at our private cabana, our bags were there waiting for us at the end of a king-size bed in the middle of the room. The wood walls and thatch roof are accented perfectly by turquoise tropical decor. Gauzy white curtains fluttered in the breeze coming from each of the large open windows. Shelby walked through the suite, slowly turning, a small smile etched on the edges of her