Any book or story with a title like FEAR OF FLYING is going to bring thoughts to another book of the same name. This FEAR OF FLYING has its fair share of sexy, provocative, sassy scenes. It's really a novella that appeared previously in a compilation of stories and is now out on its own. Believe it or not that kind of made me smile once you get the story. FEAR OF FLYING is loosely about getting past life altering events and moving on. Actually moving forward would be a better choice. The main characters have charted the course of their lives and careers based on feelings that they just can't shake.
Leigh Court has put these two characters, Jessie Jordan and Regan Quade, together and although it appears to be random -- don't be fooled. Court definitely has something up her sleeve and you will have to read through to the ending to get it.
Simply put Jessie is afraid of flying. Her first flight had been a rocky one and that has set the tone. Interestingly her job as a publicist depends on her getting the client to appointments that could be just about anywhere. Therefore -- Jessie spends a lot of time in the airports and on planes. Her mantra is simple -- she has to be in control -- therefore Jessie fights to maintain that control even when her body has a mind of its own.
Regan is her newest client and he is on a book tour. Regan is a loner with a distinct issue for anything remotely resembling a relationship. Not that he doesn't like women. He just can't let anyone get too close. He fears the responsibility for them. So it is just easier to only watch out for himself.
But Regan quickly realizes that Jessie and he are going to be at loggerheads during this book tour. First is her fear of flying, second is her determined control of everything and lastly the instant attraction.
Suffice it to say both Regan and Jessie have their work cut out for them trying to maintain businesslike behavior during their travel. Regan is a pro at travel -- he writes guide books. Jessie is a pro at PR. Neither is too well versed in relationships.
Flying high has never been more fun.
FEAR OF FLYING by Leigh Court is really a fast fun book with enough sexy scenes to steam up the pages. Somehow Court makes the sex intrinsically important to the story. Well done. FEAR OF FLYING is a novella so don't expect a long drawn out tale but Leigh Court has packed quite a lot of activity in this rather short story. Be prepared to read some pages and passages a second time. Once just may not be enough.
Youโre never going to die in a plane crashโฆ
A mysterious fortune tellerโs prediction plays right into
book publicist Jessie Jordanโs biggest fear. A difficult
childhood has left Jessie determined to control all aspects
of her life, but she canโt control airplanesโฆ
Travel writer Regan Quade also has control issues. A
devastating event during his time in the military has
scarred him into believing he needs to remain single. He
canโt risk being responsible for anyone elseโs life.
But during a nationwide media tour to promote Reganโs newest
travel book, Jessieโs fear of flying prompts Regan to help
calm her anxiety in a shocking and highly intimate way. The
sudden change in their relationship from professional to
personal unleashes their mutual attraction, but Jessie
doesnโt know if thereโs any way to pierce the wall Reganโs
built around his heart.
FEAR OF FLYING first appeared in the multi-author box set,
SEDUCTION - ONE FORTUNE AT A TIME (Cupid Publishing, Sept 2014).
EXCERPT
Chapter One
โYouโre never going to die in a plane crash.โ
Jessie Jordan stared into the piercing blue eyes of the
old fortune teller, her mouth going suddenly dry. She
didnโt believe in fortune tellers, or psychics, or any
paranormal stuff, but one of her girlfriends had given
her this โreadingโ as a birthday present, and Jessieโs
curiosity had gotten the better of her. Sheโd expected
the gray-haired woman to spout some generic drivel, like
โyou will meet a handsome strangerโ or โyou will come
into some unexpected money.โ
Not to predict something that would hit so close to home.
โHow could you possibly know Iโm afraid of flying?โ
โThis.โ The woman opened her palm, where Jessieโs pearl
ring was nestled. โIt vibrates your fear.โ
The fortune teller had requested a personal item that
sheโd claimed would help her see Jessieโs future. So
Jessie had handed over the simple pearl ring she always
wore โ the one her parents had given her for her
eighteenth birthday a decade ago, and which had been on
her finger a month later, when her parents had taken her
to Italy for a two-week vacation.
Her first airplane ride.
And the most traumatic experience of her life.
Nervous as Jessie had been about stepping onto the huge
plane in New York that summer, the overnight flight had
been fine until the aircraft had started its descent into
Leonardo da Vinci airport the next morning. The 747, as
Jessie later learned, did a common โstep landing,โ which
entailed descending a few thousand feet, gliding, then
descending a few more thousand feet on its approach to
landing.
Trouble was, every time the plane sank on its glide path,
Jessie had been convinced they were going to crash. Sheโd
never been very good with roller coasters, and the wavy
motion of the plane had made her sick to her stomach. The
minute sheโd felt a sour taste in her mouth, sheโd known
she was in trouble.
The flight attendants had ordered everyone to buckle
their seatbelts for landing, but Jessie had shakily
unhooked hers and scrambled into the aisle, making a mad
dash for the bathroom in case she was going to throw up.
Sheโd never made it. A flight attendant at the back of
the plane had blocked Jessieโs desperate beeline down the
aisle and literally shoved her into an empty seat in one
of the last rows, ordering her to buckle up for the
landing.
Thatโs where a guardian angel had come to her rescue. A
young man in military uniform in the next seat had urged
her to put her head between her knees and just breathe.
As Jessie had bent over, shaking with her effort not to
get sick, sheโd felt his hand gently stroking her back,
trying to calm her. With his other hand, heโd slipped an
air sickness bag between her knees, just in case. But it
turned out she hadnโt needed it.
His advice worked. The plane landed without her making a
scene.
Jessie gazed at the fortune teller in front of her, her
mind lingering on that old memory. Odd, but she hadnโt
thought about that guy in ten years. Sheโd never even
found out his name, although she could still remember the
brilliant smile of approval heโd given her when the plane
landed.
To this day, she was still a nervous wreck whenever she
had to fly, but sheโd tried hard during the last decade
not to let that fear dictate her life. In fact, sheโd
taken a job three years ago as a book publicist, which
entailed flying around the country with authors promoting
new book releases.
Jessie believed in facing her fears.
โHere.โ The fortune teller handed back Jessieโs pearl
ring with a knowing look. โYou didnโt believe in my
ability when you sat down at my table. Do you believe
now?โ
Jessie looked at the woman as she considered her answer.
A colorful silk scarf was tied around her gray hair. She
had rings on every finger. Ornate lanterns hung from the
ceiling of her tiny storefront, casting mysterious
shadows around the room.
This whole setting was a clichรฉ.
And yet, there was no way the old woman could have known
about Jessieโs fear of flying. Even a wild guess wouldnโt
have led her to such a precise statement. Maybe Jessie
should reassess her belief in the paranormal.
She cleared her throat. โActually, I expected you to tell
me Iโm going to meet a tall, dark stranger. I mean,
thereโs no wedding ring on my finger. That would have
been the obvious thing to say.โ
The fortune teller laughed. โOh, that will happen, too,
my dear. In fact, the two things are intertwined. But it
seemed more important to reassure you about your fear of
flying.โ
Oh, brother. She was going to meet a tall, dark stranger?
Okay. Time to get out of here.
The old woman tilted her head and gave Jessie a
perceptive, all-knowing look. โJust remember what I told
you.โ
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