Authors: Kimberly Fox
Bad Boys on the Beach
By KIMBERLY FOX
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Contains explicit love scenes and adult language.
Copyright © 2016 by Kimberly Fox
Cancun was hot. Belize is on fire!
I hate him.
How many times do I have to say that until it sinks in?
How many times until I can get the image of his inked arms and ripped abs out of my head?
How many times?
Because I’m at a million and it’s still not working.
And this filthy talking, muscular Navy SEAL who has his crosshairs set on me isn’t backing down.
I won’t be able to stand up to his hotness for long.
I’m ready to surrender and let him claim his spoils of war.
The whole crew is back on the beach for Tanya and Ethan’s wedding. Book your airplane ticket now and get ready for a wild ride!
Full Standalone novel (55,000 words) that can be read on its own but it will be much better enjoyed if you read Cancun first:
HEA, No Cliffhanger, No Cheating.
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To Tom Hardy,
“Seriously Tanya are you going to be okay?”
“Do I look that bad?” Tanya asks as she grips the armrest of her seat on the airplane. Her knuckles are as white as the clouds floating out the window.
Her lips are trembling and her face is a weird shade of green. “You look like you’re about to transform into the She-Hulk,” I say.
Tanya has never been a good flyer and it’s just my luck that my neighbor’s seat was empty and she decided to come and join me. I shift my sweater off the armrest between us and stuff it under my seat. I only brought two and the last thing I need is for the bride-to-be to puke all over it.
Megan pops her head up over the seat in front of us. She’s sitting beside her husband Lucas. “You look like you OD’d on kale smoothies,” she says, popping the headphones out of her ears.
I shift in my seat as Tanya burps. She reaches into her pocket and pops another Gravol. The second one since she’s sat down. “I’ll be okay,” she says in a not too convincing tone as she clutches her stomach.
“You can go sit with Ethan if you like,” I say, trying to get rid of her before she empties her stomach on my lap. “You two are getting married this week. I’m sure you want to spend some time together.”
Megan laughs. “Look at her,” she says, pointing to Tanya’s green face. “She looks like Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Ethan can’t see her like this. He’ll back out of the wedding.”
“Thanks, Megan,” Tanya says, rubbing her sweaty forehead. “I can always count on you for support.”
“That’s why I’m the maid of honor,” Megan says proudly.
Tanya grins at her. “For now. That position can always be changed.”
Megan shrugs. “It’s not my fault you look like Shrek. Last one I promise.”
“I’m staying here with Cynthia until we land,” Tanya says, tapping the back of my hand.
“I don’t want you to sit all alone,” she continues. “And I want to spend some time with you guys. I miss you. I’m all by myself in Chicago.”
Tanya moved from our hometown in Buffalo and has been living in Chicago for the past eight months with her fiancee, Ethan. She is the new manager of the tattoo shop that he owns.
Megan makes a sad face. “All by yourself with Mr. Muscles,” she says sarcastically. “We don’t feel sorry for you. At all.”
“Please don’t worry about me being alone this week,” I say, feeling my chest tighten. “I have two good books that I’ve been wanting to read.”
This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. I don’t want their single friend pity all week. That’s just going to depress me more than I already am. My three best friends since high school, Tanya, Megan, and Julia, are all on this week long vacation with boyfriends, fiancees and husbands. And I’m the only single one.
I thought I could count on my best friend Julia to be as single as me but she met a bartender two weeks ago who she fell head over heels in love with. She brought him last minute and left me to bunk all by myself.
The airplane hits a little bump and Tanya closes her eyes and gasps.
“Oh shit we blew an engine,” Tanya says way too loud.
“No we didn’t,” I say, putting my hand on her trembling shoulder.
“Yes we did,” she says, panicking. “I’m going to die without being married.”
“At least you have a fiancee,” I mutter under my breath. I’m going to die alone.
Tanya opens her eyes and continues breathing when the plane doesn’t torpedo down to the ground.
“You’ll be married soon enough,” Megan says, still perched over her seat. “Just think, in a few days you’ll be on the beach marrying Superman. In Belize!”
Tanya takes a deep breath and actually manages to smile. “Thanks again for coming and for being bridesmaids,” she says. “I still can’t believe that I’m marrying Ethan.”
“It’s only been a year,” Megan says with a smirk on her face. “Are you sure that he’s the one?”
Anyone who has seen those two together knows that he’s the one for Tanya. They are perfect for each other.
Tanya has a wide smile spread across her face. “I’m sure.”
I’m so happy for them. Tanya is the best and she deserves all of her happiness.
“Is Julia okay?” she asks.
I glance over my shoulder and see my best friend Julia three rows back sleeping on her boyfriend, Matt’s, shoulder. She looks so peaceful and content with her new guy. I don’t know Matt but from what Julia says, he’s amazing. But she’s usually all-in when she’s in a new relationship only to fold up and leave a few weeks later. She always loses interest pretty fast.
“Ahh,” Megan says, craning her neck to watch the new couple. “Look at them. In the first stages of their relationship before they want to kill each other over not doing the dishes or wiping the dog’s muddy feet.”
“What’s that babe?” Lucas asks, turning his head. He’s sitting beside Megan in the seat in front of me.
“Nothing my little lamb chop,” she says, patting his head like a good little dog. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” he says, turning back to the little TV on the seat in front of him.
I’m happy for Julia, I really am, but it’s shitty timing for me. I’m going to be all alone on the wedding trip with a bunch of couples.
Julia has always been my best friend. We spent the whole week single together at Megan’s wedding in Cancun last year and had a blast. I was just hoping for more of the same. I just don’t want to go to another one of my high school friends’ wedding as the only single one.
And not only single but with no prospects whatsoever.
“You won’t be alone,” Megan says, reading my mind. “We’ll all take turns staying a night in your room. It will be fun!”
My shoulders slump down and I shake my head. “Guys I’m not some kind of charity act or someone that needs to be taken care of. I’ll be fine. I live alone, ya know.”
“Actually,” Tanya says, looking worried and for once it’s not about the plane crashing. “The travel agent called me this morning and we have a bit of an issue. We can’t have anyone staying in a single room and still get the group rate.”
“Okay,” I say, feeling my stomach start to flutter. “Am I staying in the parking lot?”
“Maybe,” she says, biting her lip, “if you don’t like your roommate.”
I close my eyes and brace myself. “Please tell me it’s one of Ethan’s hot friends.”
Tanya is shaking her head when I finally pry my eyes open. “My aunt Ophelia.”
“What?!?” I scream out, way louder than someone should scream in an airplane.
Every head in the three or four aisles around us turn but I don’t care.
“That old horn dog?” I ask. “Why?”
Megan bursts out laughing. “This is perfect!”
“Why are you laughing?” I ask, glaring at her.
She’s not intimidated by my cold eyes and just laughs harder. “Because it’s hilarious.” Megan finds nothing funnier than an awkward situation.
I glance down the aisle of the plane past Julia to where Tanya’s aunt Ophelia is reading an erotic book called the Slut for the Sultan. The pages are dog-eared because she’s probably reading it for the tenth time. Her cheeks are rosy under her thick black-rimmed glasses and she’s chewing on a pen so ravenously that she must be reading a sex scene. Her hair is big and bold like she can’t decide between a perm and an afro. I mean it’s big. Like she should have booked two seats big; one for her and one for her man-eating hair. It looks like she’s spent the first half of the flight with her head out the window. But her hair I can handle. It’s the smell. She smells like she spent the whole morning trying every perfume sample at the mall. I can smell the stale flowery perfume from here. And I’m stuck with her for the whole week.