January 18, 2015

BOOK BLITZ: Call Sign Karma By, Jamie Rae


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?


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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