Top Beach Reads Novels & Stories

Because like any other small town, the gossip was inevitable since there was only so much that you can do in the peaceful little seaside town. Less than an hour later they were done with shopping at Novelty, Hazel picked two picture books with princess-themed stories, Gage got himself some thriller and mysteries books, while Bree was true to her words when she picked out some steamy books with BDSM plots all twisted into a mini series, yup, she didn't just get one. She put three in their basket. Gage raised his brow when he saw it, but Bree smiled sweetly at Gage which then made the young man at the register quickly scanned the barcode so he can put the smut books into the bag. The lanky tee

I looked at his face in the early light — the particular quiet of him asleep, and felt the warmth of the morning and decided that nausea was not going to be the thing I focused on today. I got up carefully and went to make tea. By nine we were on the beach. It was the kind of morning that felt designed — water so clear you could see the bottom twenty feet out, the heat already building but not yet unreasonable, the beach entirely ours in every direction. Caleb had brought the good towels and a bag with water and fruit and a book he hadn't opened in days because every time he picked it up something more interesting happened. "You're not reading," I said. "I'm reading," he said, from where he

I typed back: "Leo, it's March. It's still ski season in the Alps. And high-end retreats in Switzerland require booking six months in advance." Leo: "Those are just excuses. A boss who really cared about giving his employees the best experience would have planned it in advance." Excuses? I took a deep breath and kept typing. "Grace Bay Beach in Turks and Caicos has been voted the world's best beach for years running. Private jet, overwater villas, a Michelin-level private chef. If that's 'cliché,' then I'm very curious to hear your definition of 'tasteful.'" Leo: "Asher, don't get so defensive. I'm just saying that $10,000 might not even cover the best overwater villas during peak season. Ra

*** Tessa kicked her bare feet in the cooling shallow waters of the gently sloping beach, ambling casually and unhurriedly through the surf towardthe far end of the beach, to the tranquil spot far away from other people. She wore a small bikini in bright yellow, the colour she felt, did so enhance a good even tan and that in turn would improve on her already good looks. Equipped with the present novel she was reading, her sun hat, a good pair of sunglasses and a beach towel, she splashed her way along the deserted beach and then turned in and up the beach toward the tree-line. At about fifteen feet back from the sea and midway up the beach she stopped and spread out the towel, sitting down i

the bellhop replied, "but if you really want to be topless or whatever on the beach, you can go to Spot Bay on the northeast corner of the island, after the end of road. There's a really nice beach there, Long Beach, and everyone knows that it's a nude beach at the far end where the bluffs begin, but nobody bothers about it because nobody causes any trouble. Now, there are gangs of local young men that hang out there hoping to meet a tourist who might be looking for a bit of excitement, so if you go there, don't be surprised if you're approached." "Thanks," Zach said, handing him a $100 bill. "Hey, thanks!" the bellhop said, his dark face lighting up. "And another thing, sort of a thing that

You're embarrassing me by being here. Tears spilled down Stella's cheeks. At that moment, Micah didn't seem like her father at all. I was also stunned and stood rooted to the spot. "Moonrise Bay is my private beach, Micah. How could you—" "That's enough!" Micah exclaimed, shooting an annoyed look at Stella and me.