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There's nothing like sun, sand, and oiled up surfers. That's a day at the beach! In Nevermore, by Addison Albright, we get to see conservative Ted's alter ego, the spiky-haired, eyeliner-wearing Raven. Will he be able to give up his fun persona for something more permanent?
In chasing Sand, by Ava Matthews, Adam is desperate for some peace and quiet after a few days of family vacationing. He thinks that might be too much to ask until he meets Matt in the parking lot of his beach condo. Is this the real deal, or just a summer fling? Shane has a love hate relationship with the beach in Zoe Nichols' Surf's Up. His surfing days are pretty much over, but he can't bring himself to give up. Can super sexy surfer Lucas teach him to love the beach again? Spend a day at the beach with the boys!
Excerpt:
Chasing Sand
by Ava Matthews
Vacation was supposed to be relaxing. It was also supposed to be quiet, but Adam couldn't remember what quiet sounded like. At 7:25 that morning, his nephew started beating a plastic spoon against the wall. An hour later, the kid traded in his spoon for a shovel, and Adam had to get out.
He didn't have anywhere to go, but even buying toilet paper would have been preferable to listening to the banging.
He drove around for hours with the windows down -- no talk radio, no music -- just silence. When his gas ran low, he headed back, almost pulling into his usual parking spot before he realized it was taken.
"New arrival," Adam muttered, staring at the guy's backside. The guy might have stolen his spot, but he did have a nice ass. Adam let himself look for a minute before parking and getting out of the car just in time to see a large bottle of vodka roll out of the guy's SUV.
"Damn," Adam said, watching the bottle crash. He stared at the mess on the ground. "That sucks."
The guy shook his head, eyes fixed on the liquid trickling across the asphalt. "I just bought that. Fucking stupid of me to put it in the back next to the hatch." He sighed and bent down, gathering pieces of glass.
Adam winced in sympathy and grabbed a paper sack from inside his car. He crouched next to the guy, picking up some of the larger pieces and tossing them in the sack.
"Thanks." The guy dumped the glass he'd already gathered into the bag and continued cleaning. "I'm Matt." He laughed and nodded toward his hands. "I'd shake your hand, but I might cut it off."
"I appreciate that. I'm Adam," he said, grinning at Matt's attitude. A smashed bottle of alcohol would have sent other men into a rage, but Matt was over it already, almost cheerful. Once all the visible pieces were gone, Adam tossed the sack into the garbage chute and motioned toward the back of Matt's SUV. "You need any more help?"
"Nah. I can get it."
"Honestly, it would be a good excuse for me not to go back to my condo."
"In that case..." Matt pointed to a blue cooler. "You can grab that," he said, lifting a large suitcase out and pulling a backpack on over his shoulders. "You mind walking? It's only two floors, and I fucking hate waiting for the elevators."
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