Whiskey Beach Novels & Stories

“Maybe I should have a bigger cabin built here with barbecue arrangements and more comfortable sofas.” Mercedes breaks away from him and walks a little further to observe the place. She looks over the lake and thinks about the many beaches she has visited with Zane. Midnight Moon borders the sea, but Zane likes the privacy they have in Human Town. The beaches in Florida where she could often sunbathe topless, much to Zane's chagrin. There is a swimming pool in Midnight Moon, but it is open to all pack members and swimming lessons are often provided for the pups there.

Nevertheless I was so excited to go on my cheap and affordable vacation on Iski island. The article I read about Iski island clearly stated it was situated off the coast of Liurigo, a barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. Much of Iski island is comprised of white sand beach, and its 10-mile long public beach, but this island was of low recognition irrespective of the fact that it seemed like one of the most mouth watering exotic beaches in the United States.

“I’d like to know how that works.” “I heard that.” He brushed his lips across my temple. “Come on. I’ll introduce you to our models.” I slipped my sandals off before stepping onto the white sand. The beach was surrounded by rocks and ran straight out into crystal-clear turquoise water. This place was like a little slice of paradise—the places you see as backdrop for shoots like these and wonder if they’re real. “Gina, this is Reah.” He motioned to a gorgeous dark-haired girl. She gave me a wan smile and George turns my attention to her companion. “And this is Derrick.”

Celia’s POV The Annenberg Community Beach House features spectacular views, a children's play area / splash pad and a historic pool and Marion Davies Guest House offering docent tours as well as classes and rentals. It is a public facility, open to all with no membership required. This unique place is one of the reasons why Santa Monica is considered one of LA's nicest beaches! Back on the Beach Café is also on site and offers beachfront breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This is the first and only thing I came to know about in LA. Ryan and I are walking in the sand. The wind is roaring today. I wish I had tied my hair. It is falling into my mouth whenever I opened my it to respond.

"Yes. Beach, sand, sun. I got a new bikini. I can't wait to wear it." I could use the break myself. My father had named the Memmer's beach house Seasmoke years ago. It was actually the name of the private drive the house was on, near a clandestine area of Myrtle Beach. A week without work, stress, or small town minds. To wade in the surf and lounge around the bonfire at dusk. To have that connection to each other, to our past, made the yearly trip down the coast a priority. Seasmoke was different than Wylie in many ways. More like a dream, really. The fantasy and magic there couldn't be found here. Wylie was as picturesque as it was ordinary.

Rex nods gently and lets go of her not without grazing her hips purposely and leaving before she throws a punch on his face. Cherry wandered around the big beach house looking for the bar. He was right, she didn’t want to use the bathroom instead she wanted to stay away from him and find someplace to rest her swollen feet. After some wandering about, she found the bar and hurries toward it. The beach house was located close to Waikiki beach in another part of Honolulu, it also had a high cliff built to have a Jacuzzi (bad idea) behind the house preventing the crashing waves below from splashing water into the beautiful backyard.

Tens of thousands of palm trees are so charming, in addition to the beautiful orange sunset sky. Their destination in Los Angeles was Venice Beach Boardwalk, a harbor with a beautiful white sand beach. Venice Beach was something Tessa had often seen on postcards or in movies, and it looked like a fun place to surf or enjoy sunbathing in a bikini. "Honey, why have you been so quiet all this time... Is it because you don't like the place we're going to?" says Hardin softly as he plays with Tessa's hair on top of him, Hardin lying on Tessa's lap.

If he does he would take matters into his own hands and stop me from even seeing Cicada. I got dressed and packed a few gadgets before storming out of the mansion. Darkness had already claimed the sky when I drove out. The drive to Blackshore beach from the mansion was supposed to be a forty-minute drive, but I was there in thirty. I thought the beach would be empty by this time of the night, but there was a huge bonfire and several hundred Mundanes dancing around and playing… it was a fucking festival. Shit! I had forgotten. Westridge always had an annual festival, but the locations varied every year. They must have chosen Blackshore this year.

The view was impressive, a long stretch of sandy beach with only a few umbrellas dotted along it, and leafy palm trees leaning toward the water. The waves were crashing against the shore, but it looked like the perfect place to swim. The weather was perfect for it that day, too. I smiled a little to myself. Maybe this whole “taking time off work” thing wasn't so bad after all. I turned toward the mini-bar and inspected its contents. There was an ice tray in the freezer; thoughtful of them. I poured myself a glass of whiskey on the rocks and turned back toward the view. Yes, this would do quite nicely.

Some cabins were hidden among the trees, and it would be hard to find them if there weren't the signs of agritainment hanging on the side of the road. The car had been moving south for more than 20 minutes before arriving at the famous Gem Beach. Probably in order to entertain Ronald, the beach was decorated. There was music, a deck chair, a beach volleyball, a buffet, and a bikini beauty. "Mr. Marquez, Ms. Hubbard." Oliver showed up with a big smile, holding a coconut in his hands and wearing beach pants. "Mr. Booth, aren't you sleeping in a hotel?" Elizabeth was shocked to see him.