My ode to Summer, Beach Thing, is LIVE!

Posted 18 September, 2016 by DLWhite in Snips&Shorts, Writers Write 0 Comments

If you know me outside of Social Media land, you know I’m a big fan of a beach. Sand (dig your toes in, soft), water (preferably warm and blue), a comfy chair, a good read, a drank… that’s a perfect vacation to me. I don’t need tourist traps, I don’t need crowds, I don’t even need shoes. Gimme sun, sand and water and I am in HEAVEN.

On one of my beach trips, I was watching the tide come in and thinking about a cute short story about a woman who owns some kind of business on an island and she meets a man she can’t resist… but she has to, because he’s not staying. That was summer of 2015…. it took all this time (and about 4 beach trips!) for this story to come together in my head.


And now it is here! My #beachyblackromance, Beach Thing is live at for only $2.99 (or you can read it with your Kindle Unlimited subscription). I love it, I think it is super cute and I hope you enjoy it!


If you’d like an excerpt, keep reading!


But…there’s the other thing that’s kind of important. And a few days ago, you said you had a hard time trusting women and not knowing their motivation. And that worrying about that is a distraction for you. I don’t want to be a distraction.”


“And I don’t need one, either. I might have made it here but I still have a lot of work to do to call myself a success down here. I have a lot to prove, to myself and to my family. I risked a lot to move here.”

“I get that. I’m not trying to be a distraction to you and if I am, I’ll step back. But before I do, maybe we could just… have some fun.”

“Have some fun?” Her eyebrows rose and her head cocked to the side.

“Not like you think I mean. I’m saying…we get along, we like each other. You impress the hell out of me, and that’s saying a lot. I’m not going to be here long term but, as long as I am here, I’d really like to spend more time with you.”

“And… have some fun.” This time, her eyes were narrowed but her lips were bent into a smile. A small, sultry smile.

“And have some fun. A little beach thing. When the summer’s up….so are we. But in the meantime…”

“A beach… thing.” Her bottom lip crept between her teeth.

“Hold up,” I said, gripping her chin and tipping her head up. “Let me take care of biting that lip for you.”

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