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Cockpit by
Kate Deveaux Blog Tour @KateDeveaux
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
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Date: June 15th, 2015
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It
seems turbulence isn’t always caused by weather.
Throttle
up as past loves collide…
BLURB:
High
school sweethearts reunite 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.
ABOUT
KATE: KATE DEVEAUX is a contemporary, erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic.
It was after reading Jane Eyre in high school, that she became hooked on the
idea of writing about romance, excitement and drama. Kate has been penning
stories, from the sensual to the sinfully sexy, ever since.
A
former wedding planner, Kate has always been "in love" with love! She
was inspired to transition from writing racy short stories to full length
manuscripts after meeting other authors in the romance world at industry
workshops, conferences and events. Originally from England, now resides in the
U.S. with her husband. When she’s not writing or reading, Kate can be found on
the tennis court—yes, there’s even "love" in that game too!
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#Excerpt
There was silence. Then the familiar sensation of her
stomach being dragged down, right down to her standard issue black shoes. G
force. It was the same every time.
Flicking off the autopilot and taking control of the
747, Bobbi gripped the throttle in her right hand, fearlessly pushing it
forward. Slow and even. The plane bounced and shook in the wake turbulence of a
passing 767. The muffled sounds of passengers’ outbursts at the sudden drop
mingled with the clatter and clang of the galley carts that Bobbi damn well
hoped were secured as she’d ordered.
They had to head to higher airspace. Now.
Bobbi knew better than to heed the shrill rapid
warnings echoing throughout the cockpit to urgently trim to turbulence
penetration airspeed.
Scott, her first officer, nodded as they increased
power and held the jet seemingly against its will. Dozens of lights flashed.
Air traffic control rattled off a series of confirmations when she pressed the
plane higher, the metal creaking as she forced nearly a million pounds of steel
and its occupants upward.
Pushing the throttle hard, Bobbi knew smooth air was
only a few moments away. Under her guidance, the plane jostled and battled its
way through the rough air. A sudden bump, followed by another, then the
resulting loud gasp from the passengers.
Holding firm at her command, they broke through the
rough air into an eerie smoothness as they glided seemingly effortlessly into
calmer airspace.
Bobbi exhaled, only now aware she’d been holding her
breath. Turbulence was an everyday occurrence for a seasoned pilot like
herself, but this had caught her off guard. A heady mix of bad weather and the
wake turbulence of the other aircraft had left her reeling when she tried to
steady the 747 inbound for Heathrow.
Scott turned away to double-check some details with
the flight engineer seated behind him. Bobbi wiped a trickle of sweat from her
brow when he wasn’t looking. As captain of the immense beast, Bobbi couldn’t
let her fellow officers—or any crew for that matter—see her sweat under
pressure. And that was becoming more of an issue, since hot flashes were now
often brought on not by an adrenaline rush from flying but by Mother Nature.
Bobbi Cooper couldn’t believe she would be fifty-eight
next year. Where had the time gone?
She knew damn well where it had gone. First a
stepping-stone career in the Air Force and then thirty years flying commercial.
Enough to establish her as one of the highest-ranking woman pilots in the
country as a 747 captain for Atlantica airlines.
“Perfect,” Bobbi said, switching back to autopilot and
settling the aircraft into the calmer and higher altitude.
Scott did as she ordered and tinkered with the gauges,
she watched. Once she was sure all was under control, Bobbi unbuckled her
shoulder harness and rose from her seat, reassured all was secure.
“Keep her on route—I’m stepping back for a moment. You
two got it?” she asked, standing behind her first officer Scott and her flight
engineer Neville, the new recruit fresh from a small regional airline.
“Sure, Bob, we got it,” Scott said casually, calling
her by the familiar cockpit nickname. “Have them send up some coffee while
you’re back there.”
Bobbi buzzed for the flight attendant to open the
cockpit door. Standard procedure after 9/11. Bobbi peered out through the
peephole. It was Sandy, the flight attendant with a penchant for displaying her
ample cleavage by wearing her uniform extra tight, so it hugged all her curves.
But it wasn’t only her inappropriate dress that annoyed Bobbi. It was the fact
she’d also had fucked Bobbi’s husband.
But then again,
who hasn’t?
After divorce and company paid-for counseling, Bobbi
had come to the realization, and then acceptance, that Sandy was just one on a
long list of Greg’s conquests. She did her best not to hold a grudge, but that
was a constant challenge, as she ran into Sandy more than she would have liked.
Once a century was about what Bobbi could tolerate, although it had been
cleared by corporate that they were fine to work together. And they were. Bobbi
was a professional. Through and through. She’d fought tooth and nail for her
job, and with three and a half years until retirement, with the promise of a
cushy pension waiting for her, which she’d only have to marginally share with
Greg according to the settlement, there was no way she was going to let Sandy
or any of the others put her off her game.
“How’d everyone do?” Bobbi asked Sandy with her cool,
composed captain’s demeanor. It was the one piece of her dignity she’d salvaged
among the women flight attendants, a good majority of whom had been treated to
Greg’s lustful attentions.
Sandy motioned with her head back toward the passenger
area. “Fine,” she reported. “Chucker in aisle sixteen and a few more farther
back, but they should be fine now.”
Chuckers. That was what they called the passengers who couldn’t
hang on to lunch during a bumpy flight. Today had been a doozy, and it wasn’t
over yet.
Bobbi noticed with subtle irritation that Sandy’s
blouse strained against her perky breasts as she efficiently flicked the switch
on the coffee machine. Her bosom jiggled while she scooped ice into a plastic
cup and pulled a can of tomato juice out of the galley cart. Shit. Greg really hadn’t had a chance.
Big brown doe eyes and a body that wouldn’t quit. The sexy flight attendant was
everything Bobbi wasn’t. Not that it mattered now. Greg was on to new, greener
pastures. Her ex was consistent she scoffed —his conquests all had one, no make
that two things in common— big knockers and tiny, round asses. Men were shit,
really. Why she had let herself be demeaned and embarrassed by his bad behavior
for as long as she had, she’d never know.
C’est le vie, Bobbi coached herself as she smiled her most
innocuous smile at Sandy.
“Plan for a bumpy ride in to Heathrow—there’ll be some
more weather ahead,” Bobbi warned her. “Might need more bags.”
“Sure thing, Captain,” Sandy said as she snapped open
the lid on the can, poured the tomato juice over ice and handed it to Bobbi.
Bobbi nodded her appreciation and gulped down her
customary in-flight refreshment. “I’m going back for a few minutes,” she said,
handing the empty cup back to Sandy before pulling back the curtain to first
class. “And send some coffee in for Scott and Neville before we head down,
please.”
Entering the first-class cabin on her way to the
pilot’s rest area located between first class and business, Bobbi scanned the
spacious cabin. Most of her passengers were now contentedly dozing, oblivious
to the formidable battle she’d been waging in the cockpit to keep them in
precariously calm airspace. But that was her job—to deliver five hundred souls
safely to London.
Sunlight illuminated the plush first-class cabin
through a few half-drawn window shades, but not quite to enough to keep the
blinding sun from searing into her eyes. Squinting, she walked down the aisle,
passing by the first row.
A collective gasp came from the passengers when the
plane hit another deep air pocket. Bobbi reached out to steady herself, placing
her hand on the headrest of the second row seat for a brief second, smiling
reassuringly at the surrounding passengers. She was their pilot, after all.
The passenger in the nearest seat looked up at her.
Bobbi smiled down, then did a double take.
“Bobbi?” the male passenger asked, looking up at her.
“Bobbi…Bobbi Cooper?”
“Yes,” Bobbi said, instantly recognizing his features.
Her mind was spinning. Those dark-blue eyes. And that unmistakable voice.
Velvety and thick. The way scotch felt when it slid down her throat. She’d know
that voice and that face anywhere. Even if it had been forever.
It was Mack.
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My Review
Cockpit by Kate Deveaux
“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.”
Scorching hot book about second chance romance. Very well written and very entertaining read.
Bobbi is a skill airline pilot and she knows it. Mack is a gorgeous world travel and very skilled in travel. He just happens to be on Bobbi’s plane. What you don’t know is that Bobbi and Mack are high school sweethearts. Bobbi gave up her relationship with Mack for her career and now seeing him she begins to question everything. She’s just left her 20 year marriage and well Mack has his own problems. But the minute they see each other sparks fly again. This story spans over a few days, but there’s lots of funny and interesting banter. I loved this story, it was cute and a later in life love story. I wasn’t at all disappointed in the direction this book went. Amazing read!!
