Book Title: Cockpit (Throttle Up)
Author: Kate Deveaux
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance (Novella)
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
High school sweethearts re unite forty years later at 37,000 feet.
Fifty eight year old commercial airline pilot, Bobbi Cooper, gets a blast from the past when her high school sweetheart, Mack McConnell, appears as one her first class passengers on her 747 transatlantic flight to London.
Used to being in control at all times, Bobbi is reeling from a crummy marriage and she must learn at Mack’s capable hands that losing control can be oh so sexy.
Bobbi hadn’t seen him in ages. Since high-school senior year, exactly forty years ago. She only knew that because she’d thrown the fortieth reunion packet in the trash the last time she’d been at home long enough to open her mail.
Mack shook his head. “I don’t believe it. They said Captain Bob Cooper was flying the plane. Not in a million years did I think it would be you. Bobbi Cooper. I’d heard you were flying for Atlantica,” he said with a sexy smile.
Oh, and that smile. Those lips. She wondered what else he’d heard. Her cheeks burned. She hoped she could avert any small talk about her disastrous marriage, which she was sure must have filtered back to him through the small-town grapevine of Summer Hill, North Carolina.
“Yup. I’m a captain,” she said quickly, then paused, laughing with embarrassment at having stated the obvious. She motioned to the four gold stripes on the epaulettes on her starched white uniform shirt. “Well, I guess you can see that.”
“Yes, I can.” His eyes lingered on hers and she felt her cheeks flame hot as she shifted uncomfortably in the aisle.
“You going to London?” she asked more nervously than she would have liked, trying to think of something to say. Some sort of filler. Anything to distract from that feeling she got when he looked at her, a cross between anxiety and pleasure. “I mean, of course you’re going to London—everyone is.” The words tumbled quickly from her lips.
Mack laughed. That hearty laugh. Still the same, all these years later. Even a bit deeper than she remembered. Yes, his voice was definitely deeper. She guessed that was what forty years did. If that were all it had done to her, she’d be laughing. Age was much crueler to women than to men, she’d decided when she’d turned fifty.
His eyes were an even darker blue than she remembered. Shit, that had been a long time ago. Her cheeks burned even hotter and her heart beat faster as she wondered if he remembered those nights at the lake so many years ago.
“I’ve got some business in London for a couple of days and then on to a conference in Brussels,” Mack said, answering her question, making her jolt back to the conversation. “I just can’t get over that it’s you. It’s really is good to see you, Bobbi. I mean, what are the odds of us meeting twenty thousand feet up in the air?” he asked, still shaking his head.
“Thirty-seven thousand,” she said, finding her voice and correcting him.
“Right, Captain, thirty-seven thousand feet in the air. Why don’t you sit down for a minute and catch up?” he asked, motioning to the unoccupied seat next to him.
“Oh, Mack,” she said, catching the eye of the passenger across the aisle, who must have been wondering what the captain was doing loitering about the cabin, nearly swooning over an old flame. “I gotta run to the back...and then we’ll be landing soon.”
“Of course. I forgot, this is work for you.”
“That it is. Good seeing you, Mack,” she said, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him on the shoulder just once. For old time’s sake.
Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She currently resides with her husband in the U.S. When Kate is not busy writing, she can be found on the tennis court –yes, there’s even ‘love’ in that game too.
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