Tales From Sea Glass Inn

Over the course of a year at Cannon Beach, tourists and locals alike find solace and passion at the Sea Glass Inn.

Melinda Andrews and Pamela Whitford own the Sea Glass Inn at Cannon Beach on the Oregon Coast. After an oil spill threatens their shore, Mel and Pam join members of the community as they fight to heal the beach and its inhabitants while finding creative ways to keep businesses alive until the tourist trade recovers.

In these four novellas, Pam and Mel’s guests and neighbors find healing for themselves as well. From local residents, including a baker and a bookseller, to a visiting author and a Department of Fish and Wildlife Officer, these women come to the ocean in need of comfort, inspiration, and renewal. They not only discover these qualities at the inn, but they also find what they need most: love.

Blindsided

“A jaded television reporter and a guide dog trainer form an
unlikely bond in Walsh’s delightful contemporary romance. Their slow-burn
romance is a nuanced exploration of trust, desire, and negotiating boundaries,
without a hint of schmaltz or pity. The sex scenes are sizzling hot, but it’s
the slow burn that really allows Walsh to shine.”—
Publishers Weekly

“Karis Walsh always comes up with charming Traditional
Romances with interesting characters who have slightly unusual quirks.”—
Curve
Magazine

Sea Glass Inn

“Karis Walsh’s third book, excellently written and paced as
always, takes us on a gentle but determined journey through two womens’
awakening…The story is well paced, with just enough tension to keep you turning
the pages but without an overdramatic melodrama.”—
Lesbian Reading Room

Improvisation

“Walsh tells this story in achingly beautiful words, phrases
and paragraphs, building a tension that is bittersweet. The main characters are
skillfully drawn, as is Jan’s dad, the distinctly loveable and wise Glen
Carroll. As the two women interact, there is always an undercurrent of
sensuality buzzing around the edges of the pages, even while they exchange
sometimes snappy, sometimes comic dialogue. Improvisation is a true romantic
tale, Walsh’s fourth book, and she’s evolving into a master romantic
storyteller.”—
Lambda Literary

Wingspan

“As with All Karis Walsh’s wonderful books the characters
are the story. Multifaceted, layered and beautifully drawn, Ken and Bailey hold
our attention from the start…The pace is gentle, the writing is beautifully
crafted and the story a wonderful exploration of how childhood events can shape
our lives. The challenge is to outgrow the childhood fears and find the freedom
to start living.”—
Lesbian Reading Room

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Tales From Sea Glass Inn

© 2016 By Karis Walsh. All Rights Reserved.

ISBN 13: 978-1-62639-644-9

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Harmony

Worth the Risk

Sea Glass Inn

Improvisation

Mounting Danger

Wingspan

Blindsided

Mounting Evidence

Love on Tap

Tales from Sea Glass Inn

The smell of cinnamon lured Pam Whitford out from
under her soft burgundy comforter. She grabbed the pair of jeans and sweatshirt
she’d draped over a chair near the bed and pulled them on before leaving the
room she shared with Mel Andrews. She’d long since learned not to venture
upstairs without being reasonably dressed since the people staying at the Sea
Glass Inn could appear in the common areas at any time, day or evening. On one
particularly embarrassing night, an older guest had turned on the kitchen light
and discovered her sitting in a wash of moonlight at the breakfast table,
finishing the leftover pizza from the fridge and wearing nothing more than a
sports bra and underwear. He’d apologized and left the kitchen with an empty
glass, one he had presumably been about to refill with water, and she had
escaped into the downstairs suite with the pizza box. They’d both avoided eye
contact during breakfast the next morning, and Pam had never again left her and
Mel’s room without the minimum requirements for decency.

She took the steps two at a time and inhaled
deeply as the scent of Mel’s baking grew stronger. Pam was a private person,
happiest when she was alone in her art studio or snuggled with Mel. She should
hate the intrusion of the inn’s constant stream of guests in her life, the need
to be fully dressed before she entered her own kitchen, and the effort to make
small talk with the strangers who shared meals with them. But she didn’t.
Because of Mel. Pam came through the door and paused for a moment as she
watched Mel rolling out a batch of dough on the counter. She felt like a goofy
teenager with a crush every time she saw her partner and lover. Her heartbeat
skewed off course and she couldn’t keep the silly grin off her face if she
tried.

Mel had changed her life in unexpected ways.
Loner Pam now met new people every week. She ate meals and took walks on the
beach with them. If one of them stopped in the backyard to look through the
studio’s large windows and watch her paint, she waved and smiled. Sometimes she
kept working, and other times she actually invited the guests in and showed
them around. The old Pam would have covered the windows with blackout curtains
and hidden inside. Not the new Pam. She’d seen how willing Mel was to open her
home and heart to complete strangers, and she’d personally experienced the healing
effects of Mel’s warmth and love. Because of her, Pam was more open, too, and
she’d made friends from all over the world. In turn, those friends, with their
stories and secrets, gave her plenty of inspiration for her art.

She crossed the kitchen and stood directly
behind Mel, wrapping her arms around Mel’s waist. She kissed the side of Mel’s
neck and felt her insides melt when Mel leaned into her.

“Mmm.” Pam nuzzled the hollow between Mel’s
neck and collarbone. The dough combined with Mel’s shampoo to make an
intoxicating blend. “Cinnamon and vanilla and roses. I could eat you up.”

She opened her mouth wide and took a pretend
chomp out of Mel’s neck. Mel laughed and ducked out of reach, holding her
floury hands in front of her. “Let me finish these rolls first, and then you
can nibble all you want.”

Pam braved the threat of a flour dusting and
leaned forward for a kiss. Mel’s lips felt warm and soft against Pam’s. Despite
her protests, Mel was the one who slipped her tongue into Pam’s mouth and
deepened the kiss into the kind that made Pam see stars when she shut her eyes.
The contact from thigh to breast charged Pam’s nerve endings so much she
thought it had to be visible. She must be glowing like a firefly. At the same
time, Mel’s touch brought her a now-familiar sense of peace. The peace of being
home
.