Just Beachy by Wendy Wax (2025)
related to the Ten Beach Road Series
6h 15m narrated by Amy Rubinate, 304 pages
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense
Featuring: Author's Note, Television Star, Police Television Show - Murder 101, Actress, Santa Monica, California; Tricenarians, Homecoming Trope, Time for Grandma to Downsize, Mother-Daughter Relationships, Tallahassee, Fl; Fictional Small-Town on a Barrier Island in Florida; Old Crush, Atlanta, Georgia; I'm An Actress Not My Character, February, Dry February, Sex - Detailed, Mystery, Bar, Artists, Detective, Tampa, Florida; Media, Characters and Setting of Ten Beach Road Series
Rating as a movie: NC-17 for adult content
Songs and Artists for the soundtrack: "Psycho Suite" by Bernard Herrmann, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" by Jane Taylor, Barbra Streisand, Bette Midler, Adele
Books and Authors mentioned: Harry Potter Series by J. K. Rowling, Psycho by Robert Bloch, Sarah Bernhardt: The Divine and Dazzling Life of the World's First Superstar by Catherine Reef, Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain, Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell, Hamlet by William Shakespeare, Sleeping Beauty by Charles Perrault, The Second Life of Mirielle West by Amanda Skenandore, Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, The Ugly Duckling by Hans Christian Andersen
Memorable Quotes: In the fictional world you are about to step into, there is no Tropical Storm Debby or Hurricanes Helene and Milton. I left them out intentionally because although I, and so many others, have been forced to deal with the very real damage they caused, I prefer a world in which they never happened.
“Cassie Everheart is going to develop a serious drinking problem and spiral out of control?” For the last five years, I’ve been playing Cassie, a heroic, plucky LAPD detective who came up the hard way. I owe pretty much everything to Cassie. She not only rescued me from waitressing, for which I have absolutely zero talent, but provides me with a home in Santa Monica, a regular paycheck, a reprieve from my parents’ pleas to give up acting and “find a real job,” and given the audience numbers we’ve been pulling, way more than my allotted fifteen minutes of fame. Jerry Statler, who directs the show, shifts in his seat. “Yeah.” He nods at a blonde seated at the foot of the table whom I’ve never seen before. “Right after Jason dumps her for the new rookie cop.” There’s one of those silences that can only be described as deafening. I stare back at him. “Cassie gets dumped and becomes an alcoholic?” It’s a total nightmare. I close and open my eyes, trying to wake up.
I turn left onto Gulf Boulevard, take a short right then a left onto Gulf Way, which hugs the beach and the Gulf of Mexico and leads to the southernmost tip of Pass-a-Grille, where Bella Flora sits. I drive slowly behind a long line of cars with out-of-state plates and pass a seemingly endless row of parked cars that face the sidewalk and the low concrete wall bordering the beach. Wooden walkovers span the dunes, protecting the sea oats and leading onto the soft, white sand that stretches down to the Gulf.
I pass the concession stand and the Hurricane. In my humble opinion, this is not the best name for a restaurant on a sliver-shaped barrier island on the Gulf of Mexico, but it’s been around since the seventies, and although they’ve turned it into a massive New England–ish version of its original self, it’s a great place to watch the sunset. Eighth Avenue, which I guess qualifies as Pass-a-Grille’s “Main Street” even though it’s barely two blocks long—like all the other streets that stretch from the Gulf to the Pass-a-Grille Channel—is dotted with shops, restaurants, and galleries.
He nods in greeting. “Welcome to Harley’s. My name is Alan Jay, but folks just call me A.J.” He’s about to turn away when he blinks and does a double take. “Oh my God. You’re…it’s Cassie Everheart!” His face splits into a grin. “Man, I felt so bad when you ended up in rehab. Some people just can’t handle their alcohol. In fact, I recorded your last episode when they lead you away—we’ve replayed it, like, a million times. You know, it’s kind of a cautionary tale.” Now, there’s a piece of good news. “Gee thanks. Glad everyone enjoyed it. Maybe I can get you a video of my root canals. Those are a real hoot, too.” He laughs appreciatively then picks up the remote and aims it at the TV. Before I know it, there I am in high-definition, head up, tears streaming down my face, leaving the precinct for the last time. “Sorry.” He shakes his head. “But I never would have thought you’d lose it like that over a guy.” He says this as if he actually believes I’m Cassie Everheart, not the actress who plays her. “I’ll have a shandy, thanks.” “Oh, I don’t know. I’m not even sure you should be in here. And you definitely shouldn’t be drinking so soon after getting out of rehab.” He moves back behind the bar as I slide onto a barstool. “Why don’t you try this instead?” I take a first sip and realize that, despite the slice of lemon and the little umbrella hanging off the side of the glass, he’s served me straight lemonade. There is not a single drop of liquor in the glass. “I think you left out an important ingredient,” I sigh. “Sorry. Just trying to help you stay straight. How’s everything going?” “Things have been better.” I drink the first sips, slowly trying to imagine there’s at least something that resembles alcohol in it. But while it quenches my thirst, it doesn’t make my life feel less pathetic or the world any less hostile. I take another long sip and realize I need a restroom. “Man,” he says with another shake of his head as I get up, “I can’t believe you’re really here.” “Right. Well. My friend Kyra will be here soon, too. If I’m not out yet, could you bring her a margarita on me?” “Sure thing. Is she a detective, too?” The smile forming on my lips disappears when I realize he’s not joking.
My rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️👮♀️📺🏖👮🖼
My thoughts: This was an easy read, single session with audio. This story was pretty good and a bit unexpected. I enjoyed the grandma and the fans. It was a little more heated than in the second half I had to up the content rating. There was a sense that I had missed something or stepped into the middle of a series as they mentioned characters and past events as if I was supposed to know them. I discovered that this story, which is marketed as a standalone, is related to a series set in the same town.
Recommend to others: Yes. This story is witty and fun.