A Malicious Summer Vacation: A standalone holiday monster romance novella (Monsters of The Divide Book 3) by T. B. Wiese

Author:T. B. Wiese [Wiese, T. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T. B. Wiese
Published: 2024-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

Hours later, my skin is wonderfully warm, sweat beading and gathering in my navel. Even though the sun is setting, it’s still hot out, and I want to soak up every bit of warmth I can. I’ve been up here all day with only short breaks to pee, replenish my drink, and grab snacks. And I’ve managed to only think about bookstore man a dozen times or so.

I sigh, sliding my finger under the string of my bikini bottoms, shifting the fabric to the side. A pale line marks across my skin, showing off my tan. Would bookstore man like my tan lines? Would he lick along that line at my hip?

Damn it. Stop it, Summer.

I pick up my glass, the surface slippery with condensation. I switched from water to margaritas an hour ago, and when I bring the rim to my lips, I find the chili salt gone and the glass empty except for the two slices of jalapeño. I like my margaritas spicy. Was this my third? Fourth?

Doesn’t matter. I’m on vacation. Time for a refill.

I smile, swinging my legs over the lounger, flexing my toes against the warm wood floor. Scooping up my towel, slightly damp with my sweat, I head inside and down to the kitchen, my head swimming with a slight buzz.

Okay, I might be drunk.

Opening my favorite playlist, I shimmy and dance as K-pop blares through the house. I grab the big bag of chips and the container of salsa, setting both to the side. The blast of cold air from the fridge sends goosebumps over my skin as I collect the ingredients for my drink. I open every drawer, and hunt behind bottles. Looking at the four limes sitting on the counter, I frown.

“That isn’t nearly enough.”

I glance at the clock. There are still a few hours until The Divide falls, and there’s that little Asian market a few blocks away. Plenty of time. I climb the stairs to the beat of the music, twirling into the bedroom. I pull on my sloth tank top, then hop around as I miss the right leg of my cut-off jean shorts twice. I hit the bed with a giggle, finally getting my shorts on. Jogging back downstairs, I slide my flip-flops on. With my bag slung across my body, I pop my earbuds in and grab my keys as I head out.

The sky is a beautiful canvas of purples and pinks and oranges with the fiery tip of the sun kissing the horizon. My music drowns out everything around me, filling me with happy beats. A woman walks by, head bowed, attention glued to her phone. A long leash trails behind her, a medium-size dog trotting along. His grey and white shaggy fur sways with each of his steps, his tail wagging like a flag. The dog looks up at me, his tongue lolling out in a cute doggy smile. He stops, and so do I. The woman doesn’t look up from her phone as she pauses, assuming the dog is peeing or something.

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