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Weekend At The Beach

Samantha Carr only thought she was giving her son a nice little holiday—a final weekend at the beach before the start of his senior year in college. When he’d asked if his friend Matt could come along to chase girls with him of course she hadn’t minded. She couldn’t know that Matt liked his women a little more mature and that he’d have eyes only for her.

Now she’s trading in her quiet weekend with her book for the flirting innuendo of a new romance, enjoying herself like she hasn’t in years. But when Matt makes it clear that verbal games aren’t all he’s after, Samantha will have to decide how far she’s willing to go to have the perfect weekend at the beach.


Interracial Romance (BW/WM), Cougar, May/December Romance

A Phaze Books Release

Contains sexual language and explicit sexual situations intended for the enjoyment of adult readers.

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Veronica Tower

Veronica Tower was married to her high school sweetheart for five deliriously happy years and ten far less wonderful ones. Now she is taking the time to make up for lost opportunities.

In addition to returning to school to pursue a degree in psychology, Veronica has committed herself to fully exploring her fantasies, both in writing and in person...

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Contains sexual language and explicit sexual situations intended for the enjoyment of adult readers.


Chapter One

“Pretty cool, Mom, I can see the water,” Ted said as he got out of the vehicle.

Matt piled out of the car after him. “Of course we can see the water. It’s a beach house. It’s all about the water.”

Sam Carr smiled at her son and his college roommate’s enthusiasm. Renting a place near the ocean for the final weekend before they went back to school had been inspired. They were both giddy with excitement and that made it money well spent. And if the bed and breakfast they were staying in wasn’t really on the beach but a block and a half up the road, that wasn’t such a terrible thing.

She turned the engine off and got out of the vehicle to enjoy the view. She’d made these reservations eight months ago just after Christmas and she was really glad she had. The weather was perfect. The sun was bright enough overhead that she needed her sunglasses despite her floppy beach hat, and the heat felt great on her dark skin. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the forecast promised bright sunshine for the entire weekend. The only problem Sam could foresee was the thousands of people who were going to compete with them for beach space, but once she found her spot on the sand those thousands of hot guys would become an asset—a little eye candy for her to appreciate when she lifted her eyes from her book.

Her son, Ted, was evidently enjoying similar thoughts. “Well, what are we waiting on? Let’s go find the babes.”

“Don’t you think we should check in first and find our rooms?” Sam asked him.

Looking at the excited smile on her son’s face, she half expected at least a token protest, but he spun right around and said, “Come on, Matt, let’s get the suitcases. I want to get out there.”

Ted had grown into a fine looking man his junior year in college, thanks to a steady regime of weightlifting every morning. The reason was his new roommate, Matt, was something of a fitness buff and had sucked Ted into his obsession their very first day in the new dorm. The difference between the two was four years of training. Where Ted had tightened up his abs and put some definition into the muscles of his upper arms and shoulders, Matt sported genuine weightlifter muscles—not Mr. Universe quality but more than enough for his tan flesh to ripple pleasantly when he did just about anything in those short sleeve shirts that were cut off well above the delicious six pack in his abdomen. Sam had no doubt that both young men would attract quite a bit of attention from the ladies on the beach. She just hoped they’d be smart about how they handled it.

She watched the two pull the luggage out of the trunk leaving only her small beach bag for her—the one she had pre-packed with her towel, sunblock, bottle of water, and Kindle. She snagged the bag and closed the trunk. Then the three of them went up to the clearly marked entrance of the bed and breakfast and ducked inside.

“Be right with you,” a sixty-something-year-old man told her before returning to a phone call. “No, we don’t have any rooms free today. No, we haven’t had any cancellations. No, I can’t help you. Good-bye.”

He put down the phone and smiled at them. “We’ve been booked since the start of summer but some people aren’t early planners and they just don’t want to believe us when we say we have no vacancy.”

He got up from behind his desk. “We already have people making reservations for next year. How anyone thinks they can phone down the morning they want to visit in the height of summer and—well, you did it right. I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

He extended his hand to Sam. “I’m Carl Hanover.”

She shook his hand. “I’m Sam Carr and this is my son, Ted, and his friend Matt.”

Carl pulled out a ledger for her to sign. “We’ve got your rooms on the second floor right across the hall from each other. Let me take you up there and show them to you.”

As he proceeded to do that, Sam took advantage of the opportunity to look around at the place they would be staying. The building was old, possibly even turn of the century, but the Hanovers kept it clean which was all she really cared about. She didn’t think they’d actually be in their rooms very much anyway. The boys would probably be out chasing girls late into the night, and Sam planned to spend her evenings propped up in bed watching television or simply sleeping. It was the difference between a forty-five-year-old and a couple of twenty-one-year-olds. At their age they could go all night and still function the next day. Sam, on the other hand, really needed a good night’s sleep.

The boys’ room had two full beds crammed into a pretty small space. They’d be sharing the bathroom down the hall with a lot of other guests. Sam’s room had slightly nicer accommodations. The bed was the same size, a little small when compared to her queen-sized mattress at home, but the critical factor she’d insisted upon was a private bathroom. She was too old to be doing the communal living thing like she was a freshman in college again.

Matt came into the room behind her and set her suitcase down next to a very small writing desk with a phone, a local area map, and a pad of Post It notes. “Here you go, Mrs. Carr. You want to unpack now or go straight to the beach?”

“Just wait one second,” Sam told him as she held up one finger to emphasize the brief time she would require to make her decision. “I just need you to pick up the edge of that mattress for me so I can look between it and the box spring.”

Puzzled, Matt did as she asked while Sam squatted down to see if anything unpleasant went scurrying away from their sudden exposure to light. She saw nothing. The mattress was clean.

She stood, breathing a sigh of relief.

“What were you doing?” Matt asked.

“Checking for bed bugs. I’d go home before I spent a night in a bed with bugs in it.”

Matt shuddered. “That is just gross.” Then he slipped his hand onto her back and whispered conspiratorially, “But we wouldn’t have to leave. We could always spend the night on the beach.”

Sam couldn’t help smiling, but she didn’t concede her point. “I’m sure there are bugs out there too.”

“I’d be right next to you to keep you safe,” Matt assured her.

He stepped away, his tanned fingers trailing across her back in a manner that raised goose bumps on the dark flesh of her arms. This young man had to be careful. He had no idea how magical his muscular hands really were. She wondered if any young women were going to discover that this weekend. It would be great to be young again. If she were still twenty or even twenty-five, she’d give those girls a run for their money.

Matt paused in the doorway. “You coming, Mrs. Carr?”

“I’ll be right with you,” she said. It made no sense to go to the beach after their drive without using the bathroom first.

“Right,” Matt said. He probably knew exactly what she planned to do but was sensitive enough not to mention it. “I think I’ll use the time to check Ted’s and my mattresses for those bed bugs. That really wouldn’t be cool, you know?”

“There’s always the beach, right?” Sam teased him.

“Outside?” Matt said in mock horror. “Your mattress is clean. If I’m infested, I’ll just sleep in here with you.”

That would be a very nice idea, Sam thought, if she were twenty-five again. “You think I’m that easy, do you?” she teased.

Matt stepped back into the room. “I can be very persuasive.”

Sam laughed in delight and couldn’t resist teasing him some more. The harmless flirting was fun. Maybe she’d do more than read on the beach this weekend. If the boys were looking for late summer flings, what was the harm with her doing the same? “I’m sure you can. Too bad for both of us that if one mattress is clean, they probably all are.”

Matt took another step closer to her, which put him right next to her in the small confines of the room. “I could import some bugs if you’d like. As you said, there probably are plenty out on the beach at night.”

Sam playfully pushed at his shoulder. “You better get across the hall before this older woman makes you live up to your tough words.”

She turned without waiting for him to leave and opened the bathroom door. The floor creaked as Matt started to leave.

She twisted around to look at him. “Matt?”

He paused and looked back at her.

“If you’re old enough to tease me this way, you’re old enough to call me Sam.”

Matt grinned. “I’m glad you realized that, Sam, because I intend to do a lot more than tease you this weekend.”

Without another word, he slipped out of her room and closed the door, leaving Sam staring after him surprised by the little flutter of excitement dancing in her heart.