Release Date: September 25th, 2013
Genre: Contemporary erotic romance
Blurb:
Olivia wants a vacation, that’s
all, but when the airline screws up her plans for a getaway to the
beautiful Barbados, instead putting her on a new path that
intertwines with the handsome, funny, and charming Sal, she can’t
say no to his offer of joining the mile high club. Their meeting is
explosive, attraction intense, and when the flight ends, Olivia is
unwilling to part ways but unable to voice her wants. Still, fate is
at work with its own plan, and where it finishes just might not be
where it ends up.
There’s nothing quite like sex at a mile high.
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Excerpt:
All
right, give me another.”
attached table beside his seat. Arms crossed over that broad chest,
arms flexing and muscles straining beneath the thin t-shirt. He
shifted in his seat, the dark wash jeans he wore showcasing the thick
bands hidden under that fabric as well. I had a feeling this man was
no stranger to hard work. I couldn’t help but watch his movements,
thoroughly enjoying the show in front of me and thanking whatever
gods had decided to be my friends for the day that this was the
flight I had somehow managed to get put on instead of some other one
with less likeable, or good-looking, characters.
Screw Barbados, this Newfoundland islander was better looking than anything
I could have met there. And I had a few hours of him as my
first-class partner, too.
The plane had already begun its taxi to the runway, the two flight attendants
at either ends of the plane talking over the speakers and giving the
usual safety precautions and rundown. I blocked their droning out as
Sal still sat silent, leaning over the side of his seat to look down
the aisle at the woman who looked like Barbie in the flesh. Jealousy
raged a war through my blood. There was no way in hell that woman
looked better than I did.
I cleared my throat again to get his attention. Giving me a sideways glance, he
nodded at the flight attendant ten feet away. “Shit-picky.”
Wine choked in my lungs. “Excuse me?”
That attendant up front, that’s how she looks. Shit-picky.”
Unhinged giggles were muffled by my hand. “Does that mean like a plastic
doll or something, because…” Trailing off, I snorted and
shrugged, “…yeah, that’s the impression I got.”
He looked confused. “No, she’s turning green up there, like she isn’t
well or whatever.”
Wondering what in the heck he was talking about, I turned around in my seat to
look as well, but the plastic partition behind my seat meant for
privacy blocked my view. Leaning over my seat to look down the aisle,
I could plainly see the flight attendant from earlier was indeed
turning a sickly shade, and the more she spoke, the worse she looked.
I think she’s…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before the
woman ripped off her headphones and disappeared behind the curtain
that led to the front section of the plane. “…Sick,” I finished
lamely. “Damn it, now we’re going to have to return back to the
airport. This day couldn’t get any worse, I swear.” Sitting back
in my seat, I unbuckled the belt just as the flight attendant who had
been in the coach section rushed by our seats. “And I need to use
the bathroom.”
Doubt it,” Sal put in quietly. “Pilot’s all ready to go, we’re away
from the gates, and there’s another plane bussing in to take off
behind us right now, probably. We’re taking off. Her friend will
likely give her some Gravol, set her up in their little section
there, and we’ll be on our way.”
A quick, vague apology sounded over the plane’s announcement system,
informing the passengers it would be another minute before takeoff.
Given I had a bit of time to do whatever, I decided to use the
bathroom. Excusing myself from our comfortable little cubby, I made
my way through to the back of the plane, ignoring the questioning
gazes of other passengers in coach who were likely wondering what had
happened up in first class.
In the panic-worthy, small as hell bathroom, I washed my face and hands,
checking my face out in the mirror as a ding sounded above me. I
looked up to see the seatbelt sign had appeared just as the pilot’s
voice sounded over the speakers, asking everyone to buckle up and
ready for takeoff.
Making my way back to my seat as quickly as possible, I had just moved in to
sit down—Sal drawing in his stretched out legs to let me through—as
the plane jerked forward. I yelped under my breath, trying to catch
myself but between the black, peep-toe pumps with a four-inch heel on
my feet, and the sudden movement, I ended up on something warm…and
hard. Something that breathed, chuckled, and touched me.
My brown hair created a curtain over my face. Huffing a breath and blowing
strands out of my line of vision, Sal laughed in my ear, rocking both
our bodies. I felt his hands skim above my knees where the flimsy
material of the skirt I wore had risen up. Gooseflesh pebbled at the
motion and I tried hard not to shiver when fingers grasped tightly to
my legs.
You okay?” he murmured. “Because I think you’re just fine.”
I nodded, trying really hard not to be embarrassed. I didn’t want to show how
turned on I was by his palms to my flesh and the suggestive tone to
his words. “Yeah, just surprised. I’m so—”
Don’t be,” he interrupted, voice turning huskier than I expected. “Unless
you plan on moving, that is.”
Teeth cut into my bottom lip as I fought the urge to exhale harshly. “I have
to. We’re just about to take off, right?”
The dismissive sound he made under his breath didn’t help the lust
raging through my senses. Those warm hands of his skimmed a little
higher under my dress, making me groan quietly, grinding my backside
shamelessly against his jeans when he whispered, “You ever join the
mile-high club?”
Authors Bio:
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to two young boys, two cats, and two dogs. Between the children, her full time job, the animal farm her house has turned into, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something…when she can find the time.
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