A Beach Read…Set At the Beach!
When summer rolls around, people start talking about beach reads. Light, frothy books that make you smile and have a guaranteed happy ending. This usually inspires a rueful smile from me, because that describes all the books I write—and it is my fervent hope that people want to read them year round.
In my mind, books—whether serious, highbrow, memoir, erotica or madcap caper--are always an escape. Something that pulls you away from your troubles, your routine, your never-shrinking to-do list. Something that provides a distraction and by the mere fact of engaging you, lifts your spirits.
When mentioning a beach read, people tend to titter or whisper or roll their eyes. But those books fly out the door. There’s simply no reason to be ashamed of taking solace in escapism. As a matter of fact, the serenity of vacation is almost the least likely time you’d need an escape from reality. You most need the fun relief offered by a beach read when you’re so stressed out you can feel the tiny capillaries in your eyeballs pounding.
No matter what month you choose to read it, my next book is the *ultimate* summer read. Love At High Tide is a beach read…set at the beach. Every page sets up a mental postcard for you. You’ll be able to feel the strain in your calves as you hike over the dunes. Squint against the bright glare of the ocean. Inhale the sweet, coconut aroma of suntan oil. It will transport you to a towel, without any worry of sunburn or seagulls dive-bombing you. On top of all that, it is a sexy, funny, beach-fling-caper. Summer on a stick.
And as the author, I hereby absolve you of any smidgen of guilt you may feel about not reading a thick historical tome or the latest political essay. Sometimes you need a beach read – whether you’re at the beach, the mountains, or simply hiding in the pantry to find five minutes of peace and quiet by yourself.
Darcy Trent is lucky Cooper Hudson is on hand to sweep her off her feet—literally—when she nearly drowns while swimming in the ocean. But life-saving aside, Mr. Perfect's timing stinks: Darcy's career is about to take her to the complete opposite side of the Atlantic. Still, a little summer loving with the tall, blond and sexy former cop is far too tempting to pass up.When his plans to enter the Secret Service went south thanks to a bum knee, Coop retreated to the family beach house to mull his future. Romance is the last thing on his mind, until he fishes a curvy brunette out of the sea. Now, spending time in Darcy's arms seems like the ideal distraction, even if it is just for a week.But with Darcy's departure date fast approaching and their careers on the line, can they realize in time that their beach fling might become the real thing?
Darcy Trent, PhD is a very practical girl,
“No Thongs for her. Darcy believed at least dinner and drinks were required before anyone saw her naked butt.”
Cooper Hudson can be TRUSTED to ensure Darcy has a memorable vacation.
“You’re in the presence of a certified Eagle Scout.”
Now is the time when many readers are searching for pool/beach reads. This is the perfect summer read. It has sun, sand, sexy men mixed with some mild intrigue; light and entertaining. I was thrilled, yet again, by this author. She wrote an incredible story filled with wonderful characters, humorous dialogue, and chemistry. The best part was that kept the romance natural, allowing thing to progress without drama.
Disclosure: This ebook was provided to me free of charge for the sole purpose of an honest review. All thoughts, comments, and ratings are my own.
“Thanks for the rescue. If you hadn’t grabbed me, I’d still be doing somersaults underwater. In my book, that qualifies you for hero status.”
An unreadable emotion flickered across his eyes so fast she almost missed it. In a low mutter, he said, “Don’t call me a hero.” He hit the hard-packed sand at the edge of the water and stopped walking.
Modest, heroic and gorgeous. And it didn’t take even a fraction of her eight years of training in cultural anthropology to figure out he was attracted to her. They’d long since hit land, and yet he made no move to put her down. Not that she was complaining. She’d happily continue to sit cradled in his arms. It gave her an up-close view of his chiseled cheekbones, sharp enough to etch glass. Her fingers brushed through the salt-spiked tips of his blond hair. No doubt about it: she’d found the man candy Trina had promised. One bite of him would be as sinful and addictive as a chocolate honey truffle.
“Well, I can’t call you Mr. In-The-Right-Place-At-The-Right-Time.” When his lips curled up showing off his dimple, Darcy’s interest kicked up a notch.
“Good point. I’m Cooper Hudson. Coop, to my friends.”
“It’s been a long time since I met an ocean virgin.”
“Oh, but only in the aquatic sense, I assure you.” What? Why wave her long-vanished virginity under his nose? Now he probably thought she had the morals of an alley cat. But hearing the hottest man she’d ever seen use the word virgin threw her for a loop. Not the standard nice-to-meet-you conversation, by a long shot.
He flashed an easy smile. “Don’t worry. I hadn’t planned on delivering you as a virgin sacrifice to appease the volcano gods over at the mini-golf course.”
Okay, now Darcy could add funny to the list of his overwhelming awesomeness. Maybe she really had blacked out and was hallucinating her ideal man while unconscious, underwater. What else could explain such perfection?
“Darcy, what happened?” Trina’s yell preceded her appearance in front of them. After a quick yank upward to her scrap of a top, she rested her hand on Darcy’s leg. “Why’s he carrying you? Did you get stung in the foot by a jellyfish? ’Cause if you did, I’ll pee on it. That’ll take the sting away.”
That certainly settled the whole am-I-hallucinating question. Never, ever would Darcy fantasize about her best friend peeing on her. The situation had to be real. And if Trina in all her adorable annoyingness was real, then her hot hero hunk had to be real, too.
To her dismay, Cooper lowered her to the ground.
“Your friend’s fine,” Cooper announced. “A wave almost rolled her, so she’s a little shaken up, but uninjured.”
“You keep your distance,” Darcy warned with a hand raised to keep Trina at arm’s length. “Don’t even think about peeing on me. Not even if I get attacked by an entire school of jellyfish.”
Trina wrinkled her nose. “Okay, but if the situation arises, just remember that I would be willing to make that sacrifice.”
“Friendship is a beautiful thing.” Cooper’s sardonic tone belied the sincerity of his expression.
Christi Barth earned a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage. A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning. Ultimately she succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes contemporary romance. Christi is President of the Maryland Romance Writers and lives in Maryland with her husband.