The Casa Blanca Siesta Key Novels & Stories

"Yes, Señorita. Is there anything you still want me to do?" "No. Nothing." She shook her head. "But I just want to ask you something." She said in hesitation. "What is it, Señorita?" "Uhm…Did you perhaps see a man inside my house in Isla Dominica? He's staying at that house for the meantime. Ahm, he…he has a blue pair of eyes and…he's as tall as you are.`` Silvestre's forehead creased for a while. "You mean, you're living with a man on that island?"

I laughed, “We haven’t even gotten our bags yet.” In the blink of an eye, we were on a deserted beach with only a single house on the entire island. The house was beautiful, with an adobe exterior, palm trees surrounding it, and it looked like a Spanish-style home. I asked, “Where are we?” He smiled, “It’s our private island off the coast of Costa Rica. Let’s go to the house and get changed.” We walked into the house and I lost my breath at how beautiful it was. The tiled floor was such a beautiful blue that it looked like we were walking on the ocean. The walls were white, which only served to highlight the gorgeous floors. As we walked through the house, I was blown away by the kitchen whi

When she entered the restaurant, she decided to just eat her breakfast there so that she could drive nonstop towards her destination without stopping, fearing that she would change her mind and return to the Erros Building in no time. Right now, she already misses her son! Right now, she wants to go back! But even if she returns, nothing can change the fact that Jack has already brought a new woman home, and it still hurts like hell! She bit her lip and continued driving as if her life depended on it. After several hours of driving and passing picturesque villages, she finally arrived at the White Beach Resort. A five-hectare beach resort famous for its endless stretch of white sand, turquoi

The palace was a pristine white with powder blue shingles on the rooftops. Rhea entered through the hidden entrance of the beach. She hurried because she did not want to be away for long. Katia was barely holding herself together. Ma'am said she could handle everything but Rhea was not sure. Selene would help her but both those girls are damaged and need healing. Coming out a door that led into a bedroom decorated with anything rose, she whispered, "Are you here?" "I am." a woman answered.

I protested to Mommy. "Hija, I know you don't care about our business yet because you're too young to work, but I want to explain that we have to sell the beach house because your Mommy and I acquired shares in your Tito Kenzo and Tita Selena's hotel in Aguascalientes. We can still go on vacation there anytime, but the difference is we can now stay in a nicer and safer place, the hotel." Daddy explained further.

I arched my brow, cautious about staying in hotels or motels again. “Don’t knock on my motel. It was a good place, and they didn’t ask questions.” Dani waved a finger at me. “And Diana has us set up at a nice place, Casa Dorada Resort and Spa. I don’t know what kind of room, but it doesn’t matter. I won’t ask Diana why or how she has this place locked down.”

Christine was quite wealthy. It seemed she and her late husband had bought up a lot of oceanfront property way back in the day before Key West became a tourist site. Then, as the years progressed she sold off several plots of land to developers but kept some of it for her own personal oasis. Now, she has a six-bedroom house on five acres that looks out into the deep, dark blue ocean.

When he crossed the causeway connecting Mimosa Key to the mainland, he inhaled the scent of the salt water in the breeze and smiled at the sight of pleasure boats zipping through the water below. And then he was at Casa Blanca-or Casa Blanca Resort and Spa on Barefoot Bay, as the woman had told him-a Moroccan paradise on the shores of the Gulf of Mexico, with incredible architecture and gorgeous, lush landscaping. For a moment, he had the feeling a movie set had been plopped down right here in Mimosa Key. Whoever had designed and built this had enormous vision and incredible talent.

And not to mention that I need to find some clue as to what happened to me. I open the door to the exquisite bedroom, going out into the large hallway, still wearing my pajamas. It's almost ten in the morning. Blanca's mansion exudes elegance and sophistication. It’s located in a panoramic position overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. The place is a mix of modern classic, with lush windows. Inside, the floors are marble, crystal chandeliers and impeccable furniture. The suites are luxurious, each with a private bathroom and balconies with sea views. The gardens are charming, with a gourmet area for the endless parties she organizes. Blanca has a beauty salon at home, can you believe it? The we

Blake finally revealed their whereabouts when they landed. Bora Bora. Lacey was definitely surprised. She had never been to Bora Bora. From what she understood, it was one of the most romantic locations in the world – along with her beloved Paris, of course. Blake had rented them a two bedroom luxury beachfront villa at the Four Seasons Resort. The living room and dining room was an open floor plan. The villa had a terrace with a private pool and outdoor kitchen and shower. The living space was large, filled with ivory furnishings with colorful throw pillows. The walls were light-colored wood. The roof appeared to be made out of straw, but surely wasn’t. There were other villas around them,