Beach Please by Melanie Summers
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A hilarious and heartwarming story that’ll have you snort-laughing, swooning, and sighing with happiness…
A hilarious and heartwarming story that’ll have you snort-laughing, swooning, and sighing with happiness… Lola Gordon’s dreams of a thriving surf shop were shattered when her ex vanished with all the money in their business account, leaving her on the brink of losing everything. With the bank set to auction off her beloved shop and its contents in just six weeks, Lola is desperate to find a solution. When news of an exciting treasure hunt sweeps through the island, Lola sees it as her last chance to reclaim her surf shop and rebuild her life. There’s just one obstacle standing in her way: she needs a boat. Enter Aidan Clarke, a disillusioned Canadian expat seeking solace in the tranquil shores of Paradise Bay. Having recently discovered his fiancée’s infidelity with his brother, Aidan wants to be alone. So when his parents decide to visit and hunt for a house near his seaside cottage, Aidan realizes he must create an illusion of happiness. He proposes a deal to Lola: he’ll provide the boat she needs if she agrees to pose as his live-in girlfriend. As Lola and Aidan set sail on their adventure, the lines between fiction and reality blur, and their fake affection starts to feel all too genuine. Join Lola and Aidan as their dreams are tested, their hearts are mended, and a sun-kissed romance awaits… Beach Please is a closed-door rom-com with a bit of heat and a fair bit of cursing. It stands alone (although to get the full treasure hunt experience, it’s best to read Whisked Away first) and comes complete with maps, colourful graphics, and a whole lot of ice cream…
"Aww, you two look so sweet," his mom says. "I need to get a picture of you together." We both sit up and Aidan puts his arm around me, pulling me in. I rest my head on his shoulder and smile, my heart pounding and my stomach fluttering for some strange reason. I don’t want either of those things to happen. Yes, he’s hot, but he’s also a fussy neat freak and we have absolutely no future together. “You two are going to have the most beautiful children,” she says, still holding the phone up. My face flames at that thought and I can’t help but feel a tug of guilt for lying to them like this. "Did you get the shot, mom?" Aidan asks. "Nuts," Ginnie says. "The camera was aimed at me the whole time. One second." "Sorry about this," Aidan murmurs. "It's fine, really," I say, even though it’s not fine because the longer our bodies are pressed together like this, the more I’m enjoying it. If I’m not careful, I’m going to wind up feeling very confused about what we’re actually doing here, and with us about to spend who knows how long alone together on his boat, I definitely can’t afford to be getting confused. I remind myself that he’s solidly anti-relationship. I remind myself we have nothing in common. I remind myself that the last thing I need right now is a man. And yet, the smell of his skin and the feeling of his arm around me is suggesting otherwise…
