Captain Lance Miller has finally discovered and captured the Goddess of his dreams. Life is everything he ever dreamt it could be and more. He is a Captain with International Air, Owner of an Italian Winery, and Master to his beautiful Miss Lisa Price. But, life can never be this good for very long, right?
Lance brought down his walls and shared his heart. He threw away his manwhore tendencies. He’s been faithful. Lance’s life should be fabulous and it is until he watches all of his dreams crash and burn in front of his horrified eyes.
Flight Attendant Lisa Price has found her Prince Charming; granted he is nothing like she imagined he would be. He is an egotistical playboy who is controlling, demanding, hypnotic, charming, plus downright desirable, gorgeous, and steamy hot! Who could ask for more?
Lisa’s Flyboy has introduced her to her wild, uninhibited side; a side that is eager to discover new adventures inside and outside the bedroom. Lisa’s life is unfolding in front of her beautifully, until she discovers a secret. A secret she desperately needs to share with Lance, but will fate allow her to reveal her secret to the only man who has ever truly owned her heart?
Continue Lance & Lisa’s Turbulent Passion, in Book Two of the Flyboy Trilogy:
Fear and shock
devastate my system as I helplessly watch the unsteady plane, carrying my
reason for living, slam on to the landing strip, erupting in a ball of blazing
fire. My heart slams against my aching chest. I scream at the top of my lungs,
Dropping to my knees, I watch the
International Air plane break apart and disintegrate. Through a hazy,
smoke-filled fog I catatonically watch the fire trucks and ambulances lurch
into service. Tears tumble down my cheeks. Shock numbs my system, but
unfortunately not my breaking heart. I
finally opened my heart to someone God and I’ll be damned if you are going to
take her from me now. “Lisa,” I mumble. “God, please save Lisa.”
A burst of wind whips
across the tarmac parting the expanding black, gray, and white smoke. Through
the opening I discover one area where the plane split apart and people are
visible. I jump to my feet as hope lurches through my senses. People!
I see living, breathing people! People are stumbling out of the ripped-apart metal
shell. An adrenaline surge pushes me toward the blazing mass of steel
hollering, “Lisa! Baby, I’m here. Lisa, come to me. Please, Lisa, please come
Still far from the landing strip my steps are halted and
blocked by police, paramedics, and firemen. “Sir, you cannot enter the accident
site,” a policeman orders.
“I can help. I can help her. She’s in there,” I beg the
uniformed men. Desperately I search their eyes for understanding. Come on, guys, if the love of your life was
in there you would run toward the damn inferno, also.
“Sir, please back up and allow us to do our jobs.”
My hands grip the collar of the policeman’s shirt while
shouting in his face, “Lisa is in there, and so help me God I am going to her.”
Several hands wrap around my appendages, preventing my progress toward the
plane, the fire, the love of my life.
Behind me I hear a rational voice. The voice of my first
officer. “Let them do their job, Lance.”
Through clenched, reluctant teeth, I relent. “Fine. Let
go of me.” Numerous hands relinquish my arms as I continue, “But, I’m staying
here, right here. I am not going back inside the airport. Do you hear me? I am
not leaving her.”
In an extremely irritable tone, the officer orders,
“Okay, but stay out of the way.”
The paramedics and firemen rush by us carrying injured,
burned bodies. The bodies are marked with colors displaying their order of
importance regarding injuries. Importance?
Isn’t all life important? I understand it is their importance of immediate medical
attention, but still…
My mind struggles to wrap around the severity of the
injuries passing by my frozen, shell-shocked frame. Flashes of my time in
Afghanistan soar in front of my eyes. “Please God, save her,” I whisper. “I
need her. Our life together has only just begun don’t take her from me now, not
yet. It’s not her time. It’s our time
to be together, damn it! We deserve a chance.”
“Lisa,” I bellow. “Come to me, baby.” Under my breath I
mutter, “Don’t be a hero, Lisa. Save yourself. Save me, from a meaningless
life, a life without you. There’s no reason for me to exist without you.” Tears
cloud my vision of the metallic war zone, prior to tumbling down my cheeks.
G.L. Ross Bio:
G.L. Ross is a proud, sixth generation, native Texan. As a
true Southern Belle, G.L. has always dreamt of the “happily ever after,” the
prince riding in on the white horse sweeping her off her feet. She hasn’t found
“Prince Charming” – yet (always an optimist) – but finds him every time she
writes about her characters’ “happily ever after” endings.
Her motto in life is to “always find the good” in every
person and situation. Whether through laughter, prayer, music, or a glass of
wine or vodka, G.L. finds the good in life and shares her sense of humor, love,
and adventure in her stories. Take flight with Lance & Lisa in Turbulent Passion, and continue their
turbulent journey in Burning Desire,
book two in the Flyboy Trilogy.
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