Stephanie Queen's Blog - Posts Tagged "beach-reads"
The Only Chauffeur Driven Convertible in Town
Now that it's summer time, the top is down and Myren, my chauffeur, keeps heading toward the beach like a compass arrow heading north.
I said, "But Myren, I need to buy eggs at the grocery store and I'm wearing heels and my crown and we don't even have a beach towel in the trunk."
After some brow beating and a threat to actually wear a bathing suit, Myren turns the convertible around and we get our groceries.
But at least we're driving under a blue sky with nothing but warm sunshine that lasts until nine o'clock at night--or there about - I'm not sure since I go to bed before the sun even sets. It's not that I'm old.
Maybe I just want to re-live my childhood when my mother sent me to bed before sundown in spite of my tantrums and threats of breath-holding till I turn purple. (My mother was tough) (Or maybe she knew I was bluffing).
I hope Myren doesn't learn any time soon about my tendency to bluff. Don't tell him.
In the meantime, I'm stocking up on books to read at the beach since I won't be able to hold him off from reaching the sand and surf much longer.
I have a few favorites, like every romance story in Weddings on Main Street, a boxed set of 10 novellas by the Authors on Main Street and Small Town Glamour Girl Wedding, my novella in the boxed set.
How about your favorites for settling in at the beach for a long read? Tell me! (But, don't tell Myren)
I said, "But Myren, I need to buy eggs at the grocery store and I'm wearing heels and my crown and we don't even have a beach towel in the trunk."
After some brow beating and a threat to actually wear a bathing suit, Myren turns the convertible around and we get our groceries.
But at least we're driving under a blue sky with nothing but warm sunshine that lasts until nine o'clock at night--or there about - I'm not sure since I go to bed before the sun even sets. It's not that I'm old.
Maybe I just want to re-live my childhood when my mother sent me to bed before sundown in spite of my tantrums and threats of breath-holding till I turn purple. (My mother was tough) (Or maybe she knew I was bluffing).
I hope Myren doesn't learn any time soon about my tendency to bluff. Don't tell him.
In the meantime, I'm stocking up on books to read at the beach since I won't be able to hold him off from reaching the sand and surf much longer.
I have a few favorites, like every romance story in Weddings on Main Street, a boxed set of 10 novellas by the Authors on Main Street and Small Town Glamour Girl Wedding, my novella in the boxed set.
How about your favorites for settling in at the beach for a long read? Tell me! (But, don't tell Myren)
