Welcome to Beach Read containing nine of Marie Force's single title contemporary romances, all of which have been reader favorites! Here you’ll find everything from steamy couples in Marfa, Texas, to an unlucky-in-love super model to a prominent doctor who falls in love with his best friend’s girlfriend to a woman putting her life back together after the death of her mother to a young couple separated by tragedy but brought back together by love. Each title offers a sizzling love story and a guaranteed happy ending. So get comfortable and be prepared to fall in love—nine times!

Beach Reads is created by Marie Force, an
eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

A collection of short stories made by yours truly!

This is about a boy who gains power from everything he reads. He also has some other issues to deal with, like the chaos, but he is also part of the chaos. His abilities and powers will continue to grow and manifest, but which side will he stand on?

P.S. I am just in 8th grade so don't judge too much, but leave some suggestions or reviews so I can continue to grow as a writer and make the story better.

Calm waves complemented with the embracing blue sky  while basking in the Italian sun with her newlywed husband, Nathan. There wasn't more Cathy Miller could ask for on her honeymoon.

"Oh no Nathan, a lizard just crawled into your pants" says Cathy ecstatically 

Nathan shrieks and jumps into the ocean. "Where babe where? Oh no, I can feel it moving up my trousers" He takes off his sky blue shorts in panic and paces about in fear only to fall face first on the shore.

Cathy let's free her high pitched laugh and Nathan joyfully runs after her and  catches her. She wraps her legs around Nathan's muscled body. 

"Only you Cath can make a professional swimmer look like a bag of potatoes thrown into the ocean"
Cathy tugs her hair to the side and bites her lower lip "Well I try" she teases and kisses his lips.

"At least I'm not the only one that's wet" says Nathan a sly grin on his face

"Wha.." asks a puzzled Cathy "Oh, no! Nayth don't you dare" Cathy says full of laughter. With Cathy strapped on his back, Nathan runs deep into the ocean. Cathy tries to flee but his grasp is just too tight on her thighs. She is full of such an abundance of laughter that escaping his tight and warm grasp would be futile at this point. Nathan spins her around and lowers her body into the water "No, my hair, I've just styled it,don't, don't, Nathan, I will- " She says while flapping her hands trying to get a grasp on Nathan as Nathan dumps her into the ocean.

She paddles about amidst calm waves and finally brings herself to her stand "Oh my gosh, you're such an asshole" she laughs and throws the bits and splashes water from her tiny hands at him

Nathan moves closer to her "I'll always be an asshole, but for you, a beautiful one and more" he says locking eyes with her and cupping her cheek

Cathy smiles gleefully with a tear in her eye "Beautiful asshole, that's all I ever want"  she says engaged in Nathan's blue eyes

Their lips collide and in the moment, only the sweet sensation of love overcomes them as they are engulfed in one another. Nathan breaks away and pauses for a second with a seriousness on his face like Cathy is the thing that matters to him at this moment. He looks into her eyes again "ti amo" he professes

"I love you too" affirms Cathy

They lock lips again, and for Cathy, It feels like eternity, like life would only be perfect from now and forever.
Leaning towards each other, they make their way towards their deck chairs  with the sun reflecting over the sky blue beach.  

***

"This is quite the perfect honeymoon Nayth, the view is breath-taking" remarks Cathy

"I thought it was a bit boring for you" responds Nathan

"How could you think it was boring babe? Look around you, it's all I could and ever dreamt of"

"And that's why I love surprising you" grins Nathan looking deeply into Cathy's emerald eyes and tucking her loose hair behind her ears

"How can you surprise me more than this? Is it even possible?"

"I've arranged for us to have a bonfire on the beach with the hotel, I just have to go talk to them to set it up" 

"Aww Nathan.. But babe don't leave now, maybe we'll do that tomorrow, stay"

"I promise babe, I won't be gone for long"

Nathan and Cathy share one last kiss before he leaves. He holds her hand and looks into her eyes "I'll be back in fifteen Cathy."

Nathan makes his way out and vanishes on and away from the sandy beach, away from the grasp and vision of Cathy.

She decides to tan while eagerly awaiting for the surprise. A couple of minutes pass and she looks at her watch. "Five pm" it reads. "Surely fifteen minutes has passed" she thinks to herself but decides she would rather wait because punctuality is not Nathan's best trait.

The sun starts to fade as the watch on her wrist reads "six pm".

Around her, the sky blue beach has darkened in color, reflecting only the dark moon. Day has turned into night. Peaceful waves come crashing.

Slight panic sets in. She scans the beach area for Nathan. All her eyes can see is young Italian families gathering up their children covered with sand; slim skateboarders departing with their skateboards in hand; groups of teenagers with their youthful fun broken up by the coming of night. 

No sight of Nathan. Nor the sight of him emerging. Her heart pounds. Every joint in her body stiffens. In her mind, many thoughts come poking in from all directions. Where is Nathan

"Adults have the right to disappear," they told her.

"Your husband left you for another woman... There is no missing persons case we are going to file," they said.

What would you do if you were Cathy Miller and the love of your life unexplainably went missing on your honeymoon?

Appearances can be deceiving. But when suspicions rise, will she trust her gut and stop at nothing to find him?

Hidden Family Ties
Modern technology will enable Island residents, the Holsteins, and the Mizrahi's, to uncover the truth about their past and their bloodlines.
Bart Holstein has been so busy putting out fires of the criminal kind that he almost forgets about the letter that has been lying on his desk for weeks. It took him almost a year to make up his mind. Then as if by magic, the intense national marketing blitz had persuaded him to do it.
'Perfect! This is exactly what I needed,' he reasons when he reads the advertising in detail. "Find your long lost loved one. Send your DNA in, and it'll be compared to millions of others to find your relatives." Bart had ordered the package. Once received, he had sent back the DNA samples as requested. Then, he had forgotten about it until the results came in the mail. He forgot them again, as he was overwhelmed by the two criminal probes being conducted against him. But today is the day. His long quest to find who his father is or was might be inside this envelope in front of him. Bart spends the next hour wandering through his life as a child and the wild ways of his mom, who seemed insatiable for men. 'How am I to know among the countless lovers she had who had knocked her up?' he thinks. He feels tortured. Finally, he opens the envelope. 
Actually, rips it open on impulse. He reads it carefully, and when he gets to the last page, his eyes widen in shock and disbelief. 'You've got to be kidding me. This must be wrong. There is some kind of mistake here.' He calls the provider. Thirty minutes later, he hangs up with the realization that there is no mistake. There can't be a mistake with DNA matches. Bart Holstein reads the final message once more, already trying to guess who it could be but has no clue. Then, he reads it aloud once more. "We have found someone that must be your half-sibling as he shares half of his DNA with you, meaning you have a common parent. He lives on Paradise Island. If you consent, we can connect you with each other."'The stupid computer system cannot discern that we live on the same island in Miami Beach, Florida!' Nevertheless, he answers yes and waits.
Sitting on his computer, Ariel Mizrahi gets a reply to his quest for ancestors. The message is the same as Holstein got. He is immediately on the phone to Israel, with his father and mother on the line, he narrates what has just happened. "Mom, dad, I don't know who this DNA match of mine is, but you have some explain- ing to do. C'mon spill the beans," states an obfuscated Ariel while both his parents realize that the ghost of Alvi Mazon, the Jewish Lebanese smuggler thrown overboard on the Mediterranean, on orders of Ariel's mom, has come back to haunt them.
The longtime Island residents, Ariel Mizrahi, the cruise line tycoon, and corrupt lobbyist, Bart Holstein, are half-siblings. How is that for a bombshell in any normal environment? However, on Paradise Island, it is just one more daily occurrence.

The Crazily Rich people of Miami Beach hold many secrets in their closets. Many have earned their way to the top, others have inherited their wealth, quite a few others have not become rich and powerful in an honest way. The story centers around families living in the exclusive Paradise Island off Miami Beach. Non-stop action, intrigue, betrayal, power, and corruption, all lead by a number of strong female characters. Then there is sex in all shapes of forms as the ever-present pleasure of the rich and famous. 
Cover-Page Design: K GRAPHICS.

When Yona got settled on the plane he pulls out Remi's journal. He wants to know why she mutilated herself. It is tarring him up inside not knowing if he will make a miss step or not. 
Remi is settled in the sun room under hypnosis. Her voice is barely audible and is shakier than normal. 
"Dean and his friends are wasted. They are loud and reek of alcohol and vomit. They are coming into the parking lot from the football field stumbling and falling around. Dean sees me and starts taunting me. I try to ignore them but they keep coming. I begin to pray that my Dad would hurry up so that I can leave. I'm the only one left besides these morons. I begin walking towards the front of the school to put distance between us. Dean starts to run towards me. I take off running only to be pulled down by my hair. He hits me across the face and spits on me. I'm screaming inside my head begging my Dad to please hurry. The others are trying to get up but keep falling . Dean is dragging me across the asphalt. My body is on fire from the scrapes across it. He stops to kick me a few time to get me to stop squirming and trying to get away. I can taste blood in my mouth I try to turn to spit it out but he hits me again. This time he picks me up and throws me into the back of his truck . I try to get up to get out before he can get in. He grabs me by the hair again and knocks me back down. Straddling me he pulls his hunting knife out. Taking my cheerleading uniform hem he cuts off my uniform first my shirt then my shirt and panties. Laughing at my struggles. He pulls my hair to keep my head still. Looking into my eyes he tells me exactly what he is going to do. First I'm going to finish what I wasn't able to do to your cousin. He is putting his hands around my throat. I can't breathe. He rams his cock into me like a jack hammer. Squeezing my throat with every thrust. I'm trying to scream but nothing comes out. It hurts so much but there is nothing I can do . When he screams at the top of his lungs and spills himself inside of me. He finally lets go of my throat . I'm gasping for air but he won't let me go. I go to put my knee into his groin but he stops me. He gets angry and starts slashing me with the knife cursing me with every slash. Telling me that he will murder every member of my family if I open my mouth if I survive. Picking my head up he licks the blood from my mouth and smiles at me. Telling me my father will die first. The guys on the ground start to stir. Dean picks me up and lays me behind some trash bags by the dumpster throwing my uniform on top of me. I hear them slamming the doors and leaving. It's so cold now I can't feel anything but pain. I hope I die so that he won't hurt anyone else. "  
Winona brings her out and she looks at Maureen who has quietly cried for the last hour listening to the terror and pain in Remi's voice. Luckily Winona read Remi's journal so she knew what happened but it was so much worse hearing it come from her. Remi is sitting there looking at her hands. Winona asks her what is she thinking about. 
" if I had died maybe my father would still be alive and my mother and brother would be happier." Maureen gasps and crosses the room to take her in her arms. 
"A woman never gets over the death of a child. She can get passed the death of a husband and sometimes find love again. There is no getting past the death of a child. Don't ever think that your father would have had it any other way. You are not responsible for the death of your father. Only those who committed the act is. I know if he was given the choice he would have chosen to die to save you. You were the very sun to that man. " Remi hugs Maureen and thanks her for being there with her. She gets up and slowly walks out of the room quietly closing the door. 
Winona looks after and thinks to herself what is Yona going to feel when he reads the journal. 
Yona feels the desperation and pain Remi was feeling as he reads her journal. The anger inside of him is about to explode. He needs for this plane to land soon so he can find a way to vent it. His poor baby she has had to carry this burden for so long alone. He closes his eyes and feels the tears of his frustration and anger spill down his cheeks. Thank goodness he is in first class where he can hide his face till he can calm down. Thinking of Remi and the pain she went through he knows now just how strong she really is. His love and admiration has grown even more. God he misses her already and it's only been a few hours. Looking at the journal he has in his hand he puts it in his briefcase. He doesn't think he can read anymore yet. His heart and head hurts to much thinking of such a tiny girl living through that. He instead closes his eyes and thinks about her loving but shy smile. Falling asleep dreaming of her. 
Remi after leaving the sun room goes upstairs to Yona's room,  well for now her room.  Laying on the bed she hugs his pillow breathing in his scent. She begins to cry at the memories that she just revisited. She knows that purging these memories won't make her forget them but will help her to let go of the anger and hate they bring. Closing her eyes she thinks of Yona and his warm arms around her. 
Yona is laying on a beach with the warm sun shinning. There is a shadow suddenly blocking the sun from his face. There standing in front of him is Remi . She is dressed in a one piece with a large hat and shorts, Smiling brightly at him.  Holding out his hand to her she takes it and pulls him to his feet. Hugging him tightly as if her life depended on it. He looks down at her and kisses her forehead before swinging her into his arms carrying her into the ocean. They play in the waves, splashing , kissing holding hands. When the tides shifts they go back and sit on the sand . Yona sitting behind her holding her watching the sunset nuzzling her neck.smelling the faint smell of her shampoo mixed with the ocean . he feels a tap on his shoulder it's the stewardess letting him know they have landed in France. There is a layover of a few hours so he gathers his things. When he gets settled at the lobby area at the next gate he calls Remi. When she answers she sounds like she is half asleep. Deciding he wants to face time with her he switches over. 
Remi's face appears on his screen and he notices she is in his bed. 
"hmmm you were sleeping. I'm sorry to wake you. I just wanted to share the sunset in France with you." He turns the camera to show her the sunset. She sighs at how beautiful it is. Thinking about the sunset she just dreamed about she tells him
" It's beautiful how long before your connecting flight?" 
"Hmm four hours. What are you doing later!" He asks. 
"Nothing I was thinking when the sunset here I would call you but you will be in flight. Do you like the beach. Seeing the sunset makes me think of sitting on a beach with you watching one." 
He gasps at her answer. 
" I just dreamed about us being on a beach sitting on the sand watching a sunset together. It felt so real I could smell your shampoo." 
Remi wonders did she visit his dream . Deciding to ask some more questions. 
" Hmm really in my dream we were playing in the surf." 
he smiles at the similarity in their dreams. 
"I'm mine to you let me hold your hand and kiss you a few times. When the tide began to change we came out to dry off and watch the sunset." He tells her. 
"that sounds wonderful. Maybe we can visit the beach sometime when it gets warm again? That sounds like a lot of fun." They talk for a few moments longer before she hangs up. She needs to talk to Maureen to see if she can really visit him in his dreams. If so then maybe these next few weeks can go a little bit more pleasurable. Jumping off the bed she goes to find out just what she can do. 


She is descendent of both a Wiccan and a shaman. Unaware of her powers she attracts both good and evil . He is a descendant of strong powerful shaman who can communicate with the spirits. Can he guide and teach her before she gets herself in trouble.

One day in Huston Texas an elderly man is standing outside of his house, on the beach. He stretches and heads to the ocean to see if he's caught any fish. As he makes it to the shore, he sees that he didn't catch any fish, but he sees a man unconscious and washed up on shore. He had black military like clothing, bullet wounds all over his body and one in the head, dog tags in his hand. 












"Hey kid, you alright?" The Fishermen asks to no response. 












Two months later, a female doctor with red hair, and glasses walks into the room of the stranger found on the beach, wounds healed, stitches in his hand and still unconscious. She leans over his bed and looks at his face. 












"Hello again Tj Evans. Sorry we couldn't get you a better bed, apparently this is the best we can do with our current budget." She then notices the scars on his arms. 












"Who did this to you?" After awhile, she then puts her coat on the rack and lays on the couch that's in the hospital room. She pulls out a book from her bag and starts to read through the night. 








The next day, while the doctor is sleeping, Tj starts to twitch. He starts to see flashes of him, bloody and injured running to the docks, trying to escape on a boat, but as he turns around he is shot in the head by a mysterious woman who says "I'm sorry." As he hears the gunshot, Tj wakes up in a cold sweat, and out of breath. He clutches his head in pain, looking around to see where he is. He takes off his nasal cannula and notices the doctor sleeping on the couch next to him. 












"Excuse me...Miss." Tj says to no answer. He then tries to get out of bed but falls to the ground, waking up the Doctor.












"Crap, crap, crap. Hey, Hey are you ok? Talk to me." The doctor asks, hurrying to Tj's aid. 












"Yeah I'm okay." Tj says as the doctor helps him back in bed. Later, she then flashes a light in his eyes. 












"Well the good news is, you don't have a concussion. We will have to run one more test and then we can discharge you." 












"Where am I exactly?" 












"Your in the hospital in Huston Texas. You've been here for awhile now. A local found you unconscious at the beach, on the shore." Tj sits there in silence, taking this all in. 












"Do you have anyone we can call? Friends? Family? girlfriend?" As the Doctor asks this, Tj looks at her confused.












"Do you remember your name?" Tj sits in silence again as he looks around the room and sees his dog tags. He picks them up and reads them out loud. 












"Tj, Tj Evans." 












"Okay. Be right back." As the doctor leaves, she hands him a small mirror to see the stitches in his head. A few minutes pass and the doctor comes back with new clothes. 












"Here, your old clothes were wet, And you know, covered in blood." She says jokingly. Tj smiles taking clothes. 












"Thank you doctor." Tj says. 












"You can call me Rose, Rose Bucannon." 
The two smile at each other. 












"Anyway, let's get you dressed." Rose then leaves the room and goes into the X-ray room. She then grabs the X-ray of Tj's skull and hangs it up to look at it. As she does, she sees fragments of the bullet still in his skull.

A young highschool student, born with incredible strength secretly tries to balance his education and underground fighting.

"Hollis, wake up! We're landing!" My best friend Charli shakes me out of my sleep, and I look out the airplane window, watching us descend to land.  

We get off our flight, exhausted from the long flight from Georgia to Los Angeles. Charli tucks her phone in her fanny pack while we walked to the baggage claim to grab our luggage. She's so giddy, basically skipping her way through LAX. But I can't help but to finally let my nerves creep through. I can't believe we're freshman in college, going to a college in my old hometown. 

When I begin thinking about how I haven't been here in 10 years, Charli interrupts my thoughts,

"I can't believe we're here!" She tosses one of her bags over her shoulder and looks to me, noticing my worry. 

"It's okay, we're going to make our college experience an amazing one." She nudges me and we start to laugh. I feel a bit more at ease when we're able to catch a bus that drives straight to our University. 

I text my mom to let her know I've landed and snap a picture of the "LAX" sign to send to my little sister, Beck. 

​When Charli and I get to campus, we walk on the sidewalk that surrounds it. It's just as hot as it is in Georgia, but the air is definitely crisper. In Georgia, if it was hot and humid outside, it was difficult to take a deep breath because the air was so thick. I think being near the beach is a factor as to why it feels cooler here than back home, there's way more wind near the beach. 

I'm starting to sweat from walking and pulling my luggage when we finally come up on an extravagant red, brick building that reads Studio Flat Dorms.

​"Wow. My mom really picked the most expensive dorms she could." I say to Charli. 

"Girl, look how close we are to the beach. I don't want to hear any complaints!" She pulls me toward the door. 

​As soon as we walk into the front lobby of the building, a hint of excitement hits, but I push it back down trying not to get my hopes up, considering we haven't seen the room yet. I'm just thankful Charli and I were able to be roommates. Her being here makes me feel more at home. 

We walk onto the elevator and look at the small, white information card to see what floor we're on and what our room number is. It reads, Twelfth Floor. Room 1431. Ocean View. Ocean view? I think to myself. 

​When we get to the room, I unlock the door and we step inside. Everything is grey and white, aside from one wall, which is covered in red brick. There are faux plants, and all-white furniture. It looks like the front lobby, just with white beds and desks instead of lounge chairs. It smells like a scented candle from Bath and Body Works, and I take a deep breath. 

I look around the whole room, both sides of the room are bare, and I have no idea how I'm going to decorate my side of the room. My mom bought me a big calendar, and I brought a few framed pictures from home, but that's all I have right now. 

​I walk out onto the balcony of the dorm room, and I see the ocean right outside the building. 

"Charli, get out here and look at this!" I yell to her inside the room. 

I could walk out of the back door of the building, and there's a pathway that leads right to the sand. The ocean water is baby blue with a hint of a teal-green color. The sand is so white, you can see a few cans that people have left sitting next to the silver, tin trash cans from how high up I am. This is too good to be true. 

"Oh my gosh!" Charli shrieks before continuing, "this is going to be so amazing."

We walk back inside and the A/C hits my body and sends a small chill down my legs. I walk around the rest of the room, wondering if I want to start unpacking right now. I'm not sure if I have enough energy to make a mess unpacking right now. That five-hour flight just about killed me and not only that, but there's also a three-hour time difference here. So, it feels like three o'clock to me, but it's only noon. Hopefully I'll get used to that quickly.

Taking everything in, I notice the most amazing perk of this dorm, it comes with its own bathroom. I makes me uncomfortable to even think about showering in the same room as ten other people. I begin unpacking my clothes anyway just to see how much room I'll have for extra things I need to buy. 



​Charli and I spend the weekend shopping for some more décor and supplies for our first day of classes tomorrow. We're dragging all of the stuff off of the public bus, and I miss my car, and Charli's. My mom made me leave my car in Georgia for my first year. Charli chose that fate for herself. 

"This whole shopping thing would be much easier if we both had cars, oh wait? We do. They're just not here." I say in the most sarcastic way I can. Which makes Charli laugh. 

"You'd never meet anyone if you relied solely on me to drive you around. And you know it. We're pulling you out of your, what do you call it? Self-exile bubble?" She laughs louder, sticking her tongue out at me. I chuckle along with her and roll my eyes. She knows she's right, and so do I. I promised myself that I would try my hardest to do and experience thing that I usually wouldn't. So leaving my car and taking public transportation is apparently the first step. 

It's her and my mom's way of forcing me to meet new people. Whether it be on the bus or asking for rides. Charli doesn't have that problem. She can make friends wherever she goes. 

At least I live on campus, so I know I can walk to school.

Once we have everything we bought set up, I get ready for bed. Charli turns off the lights. My mind is racing. I haven't been back to this place since I was 8 years old, I'm living in the same town as my father, who I haven't spoken to in years, I'm a freshman in college and-

"Stop freaking out." Charli cuts into my thoughts through the darkness. "You're going to be fine tomorrow, and your dad doesn't even know you're here."

Her words relax my mind. She's right. Everything is going to be great. I reassure myself. 

"I better hear tomorrow that you met some new friends for us to hangout with too! You know that's what I'll be trying to do." She laughs and rolls over. 

"This is going to be epic." She whispers. 

I let out a small laugh through my nose and close my eyes. I silently hope for the same thing.

Featured Song: 🎵 Ring Ding Dong by SHINee🎵


Who would run along a beach without wearing anything? A celebrity, no less?

She clicks the link, just out of curiosity. 

Huh! It includes a photo. A lucky paparazzi was able to take a shot.

It's a side shot and taken from a distance, also a little blurry. She could tell for sure that, with this photo alone, even closest people to the man in the photo would not be able to tell it's him.

She reads the first line. "The pop singer whose name similar to a bird species is spotted running along xxxx beach."

Hum...even though it doesn't give his exact name, it could be obvious enough for readers who know the celebrity. As for her, she only knows a few pop singers, no bird species in them.

He's shouting something indescribable while running, it says.

This is no news and not enough proof,  though it's kind of funny, in her opinion.

It's already morning but it's still dark. Her eyes feel tired and texts on screen have begun to blurry. She is focusing on a bright screen for too long.

Since she had an eye-surgery about a year ago, she has been able to see like people with good eye sights ; she only needs to not stress her eyes too much, like she's done right now.

She figures she'd give her eyes a rest and go to the bed. She goes to close the windows. 

She lives in a one-story house in a tranquil part of the town. It's a lot more quiet and peaceful than other parts. Now it is almost dead silent, the street dimly lighted by a few lamps  here and there. Some cars are parked in the street as usual.

She closes the windows and goes to her bed. She should be able to sleep by now.

*****************

It sounds someone is knocking the door. From her bedroom, she hears the knocks coming out of the main door. Who has come knocking her door there, at this hour?

All of a sudden, She is already at the door. She doesn't open the door.

She is wrong: she doesn't need to open the door, since it has already been opened.

Before her, there is a man standing. It's her father.

It can't be. This doesn't make sense.

She suddenly realizes that she is in a dream. 

And then, she is awake.

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