SYNOPSIS:
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:
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Lance
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,
“L…I…S…A…!”
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
to me.”
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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