Actually I’m just celebrating today – It’s my birthday and the release day for Beach House. To continue in my Dad’s tradition of giving things away on his birthday, I’m giving away a $20 gift card to Amazon as well as three copies of Beach House.
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When Allison flees to her beloved beach house to heal and get her life together, the last thing she expects to find is a tenant her abusive husband installed without her knowledge. How does she handle this?
Alex returns from shopping to find the beach house he’s rented invaded by . . . the owner? He’s here to get his act together and hopefully meet the deadline his editor has set. Now this? How should he handle it?
Beach House is a contemporary, enemies to lovers story for your vacation enjoyment – summer is right around the corner and if we’re careful I hope that looks a little more normal this year.
Alex Jordan pulled into the driveway and immediately spotted the car parked in the first garage slot. He certainly wasn’t expecting anyone, and he’d only been gone a short time. A burglar probably wouldn’t be so blatant, so he hefted the canvas bags of groceries into his arms and headed inside.
Annoyed, he let his eyes scan the large area.
Nothing looked to have been disturbed. Could someone have parked there for access to the beach? That was illegal as well, but as long as they didn’t bother the house, he wasn’t going looking for them.
He stowed the fresh shrimp and salad fixings in the refrigerator. The rest of the stuff could wait. He needed to take a good look around, just in case.
At six foot two and in good physical shape, he wasn’t easily intimidated. In the mood he perpetually found himself these days, anger wouldn’t be far away. If some teens had thought to use the place for a liaison he could handle that. The main door automatically locked and had been locked when he arrived back from his errands. The decks weren’t accessible except through the house unless you climbed the stairs from the private beach. Few people tried that.
He walked to the glass wall overlooking the ocean and a movement on the far side of the deck, under the pergola caught his attention.
A woman reclined in one of the chairs. What the hell? She looked to be alone. He shoved the unlocked sliding door open and stepped out onto the deck. She didn’t move. Was she asleep? That was brazen.
It didn’t matter. She couldn’t stay here. If he’d been home she wouldn’t have gotten access to the deck. And how did she get access? Had she really climbed those stairs?
He approached and loomed over her. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?”
The woman startled awake and raised her hand to shade her eyes. “Excuse me, who the hell are you?”
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