Synopsis
Love in the no-fly zone…
Distraught over the loss of her brother in a fighter jet accident,
Tinklee Pinkerton decides to follow in his footsteps and prove the tragedy
wasn’t his fault. But when she’s chosen as the first woman to fly the Air
Force’s F-35, her plan for a life that revolves around work is thrown off
course by a handsome, mysterious stranger…
Thanks to Locke’s seductive British accent, sweet nature, and one too
many beers, Tink is soon inspired to throw caution to the wind and herself into
his arms. She thinks maybe love can heal after all—until she discovers Locke is
her superior officer. Tink has no problem risking her life in the air, but with
everything on the line, is she brave enough to risk her heart on the ground?
Excerpt
As if he had read my mind, he shook his head and laughed. He sat
my phone on the bench, raised his hand in the air in a non-threatening manner
and turned to walk away. Where was he going?
I dove forward and gripped the door handle ready to pull it open, but
I stopped as my father’s stern, no-nonsense voice boomed in the back of my
head—”Don’t ever let strange men into the house.”
But when in my life would I meet another crazy beautiful man with
a British accent that twisted my lady parts into a knot? His hand rested on the
railing as he was about to walk down the steps and out of my life forever. I
cursed under my breath and prayed that I wouldn’t wind up on the news.
“Wait,” I called to him as I swung open the door. He stopped and
turned to look at me. “There’s ice there in the cooler. There, by the chaise.”
My voice cracked as our eyes met.
“Thank you,” he said. His steps back toward the house were
hesitant. His eyebrow rose as he pointed to the bat in my hands. “Are you
planning on hitting me with that?”
His lips tugged into a smirk. It was the most incredible
half-lifted-top-lip smirk I had ever seen. And that damn accent. Holy hell it
was getting hot in here.
“I didn’t do a good enough job before,” I said and I couldn’t help
but smile.
“You are a bit of a nutter, aren’t you?”
“I guess it would appear that way, wouldn’t it?” I wasn’t sure of
the exact definition of nutter, but the way it sounded rolling off his tongue
and the way his shirt gripped his muscles it didn’t matter what he called me as
long as he didn’t leave.
I handed him a towel that I’d left out earlier. “Here’s a peace
offering.”
“With a smile like yours, your mental state is forgiven.”
In a bar, that line would’ve earned an eye roll and a sigh, but
with his alluring accent, I’d let it slide. His smile widened as he accepted
the towel and wrapped the ice from the cooler inside. He pressed it on his
forehead and winced, his smile replaced by a scowl. A sexy scowl. Damn, I was
so going to need another cold shower.
“Thanks,” I stammered and glanced down. My cheeks burned. “I need
to get my phone into rice.”
I scooped up my cell from where he’d left it and nearly dropped it
with my shaking hands. I turned to head inside but stopped, “Can I get you
anything? Maybe something to drink?”
I wasn’t sure what I was doing. He needed to go, but I liked the
way he looked me over. Maybe a drink wouldn’t be so bad. It wasn’t like I had
anything else to do. The Fourth of July and all I had planned was screaming at
the ocean. A cute guy’s company sounded like a fun, sane option.
“Is it safe? You don’t plan on finishing me off with a poisonous
pint, do ya?” he asked.
I was just about to laugh at his comment when he winked and it
stopped me short. My breath hitched in my chest. What the hell was it about
this guy that made me react like I was in heat?
Take control, Tink.
“You’ll have to decide if you want to take your chances,” I
replied with a slightly flirty tone.
“Something tells me to run like bloody hell, but something else
tells me to take my chances. I think that might be the head trauma talking.”
I fought a smile. He was charming and witty and I couldn’t help
but want to know him better.
He kicked off his sandals and tucked his handkerchief in his back
pocket before sitting on the chaise lounge. He held the ice to his nose. His
eyes reflected in the moonlight. I knew nothing about this strange man, yet his
presence had made me remember how good it felt to smile again.
Author
Information
JAMIE RAE is a New Adult and Young Adult author. She writes with one
goal in mind--create stories with a positive message that will stay with the
reader long after they've finished reading.
Jamie is an avid reader and loves discovering stories with a great hook,
though she will not eat, sleep, or speak until she reaches the end. The Harry
Potter years weren't pretty!! Convinced that her Hogwarts letter was lost in
the mail, she keeps a watchful eye for owls hoping her children will have
better luck!
In her other life, Jamie Rae is an orthodontist, and literary agent. She
keeps her heart overflowing with love as a mother of three and has perfected
the art of nomadic living as a military spouse and Air Force veteran. Jamie has
a passion for critters of all shapes and sizes and you can often find her
sneaking them into her own home or volunteering for rescues.
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