The Nude Beach is a carnal tale of manipulation and seduction. Naomi’s life in turned upside down when her boyfriend dumps her on her 18th birthday. Determined to help, her sister takes her on a girls-only weekend to forget about her troubles. What Naomi doesn’t know is that the “resort” where they are staying is in fact a nudist colony. Will being surrounded by naked men help her forget her ex?
Excerpt from The Nude Beach:
What happened next was so horrible that it actually seemed to happen in slow motion. My plate flew toward the man, who instinctively threw up his arms. This didn’t just protect him from the mountain of flying food, but it sent the plate and its contents flying back toward me. It was so unexpected that I just stood there. With nothing to stand in its way, every last morsel of food came into contact with my body. I suddenly regretted my decision to fill my plate with maple-syrup-and-yogurt-covered waffles, strawberries and whipped cream, and caramel-covered raspberries. In a matter of seconds, I was sticky from head to toe. But that wasn’t the truly horrible part. My plate shattered the second it hit the ground. The sound was enough to cease all conversations in the room and draw every last pair of eyes to me.
Time seemed to stop. Everyone stared at me. I was afraid to look back, which left me very little options. In the end, I chose to look at the man whose rapid reflexes had led to this debacle. He gave me an apologetic smile, but we both knew it wasn’t his fault. It was mine. We stared at each other for a few seconds before the humiliation got too intense to bear and I ran off.
I had no idea where I was going, but I was determined to put as much distance as possible between myself and that dining hall as possible, so I just kept running. I’m not quite sure how it happened, but I eventually found myself standing outside. Thankfully everyone was still inside, enjoying their breakfast. I wandered around for a bit before noticing the ocean. It was beautiful, but that’s not what attracted me to it. I was still sticky with food and the thought of a quick dip was quite alluring. Moments later, I was standing in the ocean, rubbing my sticky frame. The water was surprisingly cool for the season, so I only remained in the water long enough to get cleaned up. I didn’t have a towel to dry myself or clothes to conceal my now shivering body, so I simply lay in the warm sand and let the morning rays dry my skin. It took a few minutes, but I was eventually back to my old self. Minus a few layers of skin.
I sat there for a while, staring out at the ocean. I didn’t know what I would do next, nor did I really care. I just wanted to forget this morning ever happened and move on with my life. But that would soon prove to me more difficult than anticipated.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said when I heard someone approach behind me. I assumed it was my sister, come to try and make me feel better. But I was in no mood to talk.
“Excuse me?” came a man’s voice from behind me. I glanced back over my shoulder and found the same man I had accidentally run into in the dining hall.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, “I thought you were my sister.”
“Do I look like a girl to you?” he asked. I probably would have been worried had he not wore a large smile. He was clearly kidding. Still, my gaze instinctively traveled across every inch of his frame.
The man appeared to be in his mid-twenties. His hair was dark and neatly trimmed. His jaw was square and his beard stubble non-existent. His bulging muscles made it clear he took care of himself. But that truly caught my eye was what stood between his legs. At first I tried not to look directly at it, but it quickly became impossible. I finally gave up and studied it with even more scrutiny than I had the rest of this handsome stranger’s body. I could spend days describing it, but all I will say for now is this. It was big…