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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: There's nothing like sun, sand, and oiled up surfers. That's a day at the beach! In Nevermore, by Addison Albright, we get to see conservative Ted's alter ego, the spiky-haired, eyeliner-wearing Raven. Will he be able to give up his fun persona for something more permanent? In chasing Sand, by Ava Matthews, Adam is desperate for some peace and quiet after a few days of family vacationing. He thinks that might be too much to ask until he meets Matt in the parking lot of his beach condo. Is this the real deal, or just a summer fling? Shane has a love hate relationship with the beach in Zoe Nichols' Surf's Up. His surfing days are pretty much over, but he can't bring himself to give up. Can super sexy surfer Lucas teach him to love the beach again? Spend a day at the beach with the boys!
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Taste Test, 2008 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: September 2008

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [56 KB]
Words: 11544
Reading time: 32-46 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

Nevermore

by Addison Albright

Ted sat cross-legged on the rough, sand-covered beach towel as he watched Madelyn and Harris run toward him, dripping wet, sand covering their little feet. The sun was still high and bright in the western sky and he reached for a bottle of SPF 50 to reapply to their pale skin.

"Aw, Dad, again?" whined Madelyn.

Ted laughed at her. "Again and again and again." He ruffled her hair as she sat down beside him. He squeezed some of the sunblock onto her outstretched hand and she rubbed it onto her legs while Ted worked on her back and arms.

"Close your eyes, sweetie," he told her. She did, turning her scrunched up face toward him. He carefully rubbed some of the lotion onto her face and neck, then gave her arm a light squeeze.

"All done, toots." He smiled at her. The six-year-old affected a dramatic 'oh-I-am-so-put-upon' sigh, and then scooted off to shovel sand into one of the buckets.

"I can do my own, Dad," claimed eight-year-old Harris. He was growing up fast and insisted on doing as much as he could on his own.

Ted winked at him. "Except for your back, kiddo. I'll do that for you."

Harris turned around for him. Ted rubbed the sunblock onto his son's back, and then handed over the bottle so Harris could finish on his own.

"Daddy, will you help me build the castle? It keeps breaking."

"Your sand is too dry, Maddie. Fill the buckets with water first and dump them out in the sand you'll be using." She jumped up and ran back toward the water with a bucket in each hand. Ted smoothed out a base for their castle and Harris joined him to dig the moat that would surround it.

Madelyn returned with the water buckets and began mixing the sloppy sand. Harris and Madelyn were happily forming sand bricks and building up their castle walls, so Ted lay back on the towel and closed his eyes as he listened to his children chatter.

"Mr. Rhoads?" It was a young female voice. Damn. Ted sat up to see which of his former students had discovered him. There were two of them. They had been in his third period history class the previous year.

"Rhonda, Megan, how are you girls? Are you looking forward to high school this fall?" He smiled at them. They'd been good students. They always got their work done, although they did like to prattle on in class when they were supposed to be working together on group projects--typical eighth-grade girls.

"Yeah," replied Rhonda. "Sort of. It's kinda scary, you know?"