Moonshell Beach: A Shelter Bay Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Rather than sit at the table, J.T. had brought along a blanket and built a fire. The late-setting sun sank into the sea in a blaze of color that gilded the water. The sky turned indigo, then ebony, illuminated by the glow of the campfire and the full moon floating overhead. After a meal that could stand up to any overpriced chichi restaurant in L.A., Mary sat on the red and black plaid blanket he’d spread out atop the cooling sand, leaned back on a driftwood log, and gazed up at the glittering stars that seemed just out of reach. “This could get to be a habit,” she murmured. “The thought had crossed my mind.” J.T. tossed another, smaller piece of driftwood on the fire, causing a brief flare of orange sparks. “As impractical as it would be. And if you did it all the time, it might lose its appeal.” “True.” She took a sip of her wine. He was right, of course. The novelty was probably what made it so special. That and the man that she was with. They could have been the only two people in the world.
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