Read Lost in Flight Online

Authors: Neeny Boucher

Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction

Lost in Flight

BOOK: Lost in Flight
5.97Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads
Lost in Flight
Neeny Boucher
(2013)
Rating: ****
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction, Contemporary Women, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, Romantic Comedy

Recommended for audiences over the age of 18
If you like your characters quirky, socially awkward, and badly behaved, this is the book for you. What if you got another chance with the love of your life, even when you didn’t want one? Would you grab the opportunity, or run as fast as you could in the opposite direction?
Christina Martin, lawyer, ex high school grunge queen, teenage bride, divorcee, and once a suspected killer, is confronted by a past that she has spent the last eight years carefully avoiding. Drawn back to her hated hometown, with her family under the worst of circumstances, matters are complicated when she finds the love of her life, ex-husband and nemesis, Nicholas Riley, also in residence.
Riley, a man with secrets, who has a penchant for psychological games, made wary by life and with one weakness, his ex-wife. Christina is the woman that brings out all his protective instincts and others less noble. All it takes is one fateful night, where these two collide, opening a door both thought slammed shut and locked forever.
From the past to the present, Christina and Riley show that true love doesn’t always run smoothly, it might not conquer all, and most importantly, love is complicated.
“Lost in Flight” is book one in the “Complicated Love Series.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lost in Flight (Book One)

The Complicated Love Series

By

Neeny Boucher

 

 

Copyright

 

This is a work of fiction.  The names, characters, incidents, and places are products of the author’s imagination and as such, are not to be misconstrued as real.  Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events are entirely coincidental.  The author acknowledges trademark status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission.  The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

 

Text copyright © 2013 Neeny Boucher

All Rights Reserved

 

No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system without the prior written consent from the publisher, except in the instance of quotes for reviews.  No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded, or distributed via the Internet without the publisher’s permission and is a violation of the International copyright law, which subjects the violator to severe fines and imprisonment.

 

This book is licensed for personal enjoyment.  Ebook copies may not be resold or given away to other people.  Thank you for respecting the author’s work.

 

 

Cover © Damonza.com

 

Edited by T.X. Witika and Stephanie Inglesby

Formatted by C.J McMurtrie

 

 

Dedication

 

This book is dedicated to my wonderful family and friends.  A special mention and kiss goes out to the real iron vaginas, a truly wonderful group of women.  You know who you are.  Here’s to the pursuit of joy, passion and people behaving badly.

 

Acknowledgements

 

Thank you to my wonderful husband and children who encouraged me to write this even when it meant I was sometimes present, but absent in the landscape of my fiction.  To my husband, in particular, who ‘suffered’ through my reading out loud of plot lines in the work and using you as a ‘touch-stone’ to see if it would fly or not.

A special thank you to my family and friends who allowed me to rave on about people that, technically, weren’t ‘real’ to anyone else, but myself. 

Thanks to T.X Witika for the editing, providing great feedback and visual aids for my characters, and for being as nocturnal as I am, allowing me a chance to chat.

Thanks also to my husband with the technical skills and know-how in getting this work formatted.  I love technology, but it fries my brain – not so for you my dear.  You have always loved a challenge, whether it is mechanical or human.

A heartfelt thank you to all my wonderful beta readers:  Kristina Amit, Gabby Barnett, Ladina Gilly, Stephanie Inglesby, Rosie Malec-Mastropieri, Dee Marie, Sam Miller and S.H. Pratt.  Your wonderful feedback, comments, insights and encouragement really helped push this project forward. 

Thank you to the wonderful writers and people in the industry for their encouragement and advice in helping a novice.  In particular: Kendall Grey, Luisa Hansen, Carey Heywood, Stefanie Pratt, Jennifer Short Benson and Trevlyn Tuitt.

I’d also like to acknowledge the ARC readers, many of whom are busy women as well as bloggers:  Special mentions go to:  Kellie Donaldson (A.K.A The Book Harlots Review), Jennifer Foster, (Cherry0Blossom), Liz Gumprecht, Miranda Howard, Stephanie Ingelsby (First Class Books), Monica Martinez (If These Boobs Could Talk), Serena Prather Knautz, Jennifer Stiltner, Robin Segnitz, Robin Stranahan, Caitlin Ryckert Zabec, (I heart books) and Krystle Zion (K&M’s Book Haven).

And lastly, a thank you to ‘you’:  the readers.  Thank you for taking the time to join the characters on their journey and I hope you enjoy reading this work as much as I enjoyed writing it.

 

Table of Contents

Copyright

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Table of Contents

Prologue:  Stopovers

Chapter One – Runway

Chapter Two – Lost and Found

Chapter Three – Departures

Chapter Four – Arrivals

Chapter Five – May Day

Chapter Six – The home route

Chapter Seven – Check-in

Chapter Eight – Dirty, dirty up

Chapter Nine – Connecting flights

Chapter Ten – Unaccompanied minor

Chapter Eleven – Transits

Chapter Twelve – Flight paths

Chapter Thirteen – Boarding passes

Chapter Fourteen – In flight Safety

Chapter Fifteen – Wake turbulence

Chapter Sixteen – Traffic control

Chapter Seventeen – Re-positioning

Chapter Eighteen – Return flights

Chapter Nineteen – Cabin Crew

Chapter Twenty – Fire in the hole

Chapter Twenty-one – In-flight entertainment

Chapter Twenty-two – Layovers

Chapter Twenty-three – Cabin Pressure

About the author

 

 

Prologue:  Stopovers

Christina, The Present, Saturday 6 October 2012

 

Christina woke up with eyes that felt like lead, a drill going off in her head and a thirst that would take a lake to quench it.  It took her a moment to realize that she knew this room, but hadn’t been here in a long, long time.  Turning over slowly, she also realized she wasn’t alone.  Curled into her shoulder with an arm around her waist was her ex-husband, ex-love of her life and persona non grata, Nicholas Riley. 

He was fast asleep, breathing heavily with one leg out of the covers, and a peaceful look on his face.  Her stomach dropped to the “no, no, no” level and she closed her eyes, counted to ten, but nothing changed.  When she opened her eyes, she still felt awful and
he
was still there.  

As quietly as a hung over - still possibly drunk - unsteady on her feet person could, Christina tried to extract herself from the situation.  Moving Riley’s arm from her waist, she slid over the side of the bed to try and get her bearings.  At this particular point in time, she didn’t have much recollection of last night, but it was pretty obvious what it involved.

Looking around the room for her clothes, she spotted her little blue dress on the floor at the end of the bed.  As she searched hurriedly for any other belongings, she noticed her panties on the mirror of the dressing table.  They were draped at an odd angle - like someone had sling shot them onto the mirror. 

Oh dear god

Christina couldn’t see her bra, shoes or handbag anywhere.  Bras and shoes she could do without, but the handbag? 
That-was-a-problem

Naked, she grabbed her dress, crouched on the floor and started hauling it on as quietly as she could.  This was going to be the fastest exit of shame in the history of exits of shame.  Christina crawled as silently as possible to the dressing table to retrieve her panties, but as soon as she got them, she also got a good look at herself in the mirror.  The sight actually made her recoil.

There was mascara streaked down her face and lipstick all over the place.  She even had some lipstick on her teeth and down by her chin.  Her dark brown eyes were accentuated by smeared mascara and it looked like she’d gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson. 

Then, there was her hair.  It looked like she’d been ridden hard and hung out to dry.  Years ago, this wouldn’t have bothered her.  In those days, she was known as ‘Dina’, the high school grunge queen.  By today’s standards:  Christina Martin, lawyer; she looked a complete mess. 

Dragging her fingers through her hair and wiping as much of last night’s make-up off her face as possible, Christina pulled on her panties with a hop and a bump.  She started to creep toward the bedroom door thinking ‘so far, so good’ and was confident she could recover from this. 

All Christina needed to do was get out of there - desperately and before Riley woke up.  If she could do that, then she could use the lawyers trick of deny, avoid, defer, engage, and if necessary, settle.  She also needed to drink something and go to the bathroom: badly, on both counts.

Christina had her hand on the bedroom door handle and for a moment she thought she was going to escape until she heard a voice behind her say, “Good morning.” 

At the sound of Riley’s voice, Christina stiffened and it took all her will power to turn around.  They hadn’t laid eyes on each other for years and for good reason.  In fact they’d spent the last five years avoiding each other like the plague, now here she was trying to sneak out of his bedroom.

She turned slowly around until she was facing him.  Riley was sitting up in bed with his chest and abs exposed, and a smile on his face.  Christina noticed he had some tribal tattoo that extended across his shoulder blades and down his right arm.  She’d never seen it before and it made him look dangerous – as if it was some kind of statement.  He didn’t need to look dangerous, because he was, especially to her.

Christina had never really been into tattoos, but wasn’t opposed to them either.  Her brother, Johnny, lead singer in the band Collective Pitch, was heavily tattooed.  It just wasn’t something she imagined she’d ever want to do herself:  not for any moral or judgmental reasons.  It was more about notions of permanency and her very real lack of commitment to anything specific enough to have it inked on her body.

Even though Riley was the ultimate man-child in the history of man-child douche baggery, she could appreciate that he really was a good-looking man.  He was tall and muscular with broad shoulders, narrow hips and waist.  His eyes were green, he had dark brown hair, with olive skin that had a hint of a golden tint, and he had a killer smile.  Right now, that killer smile was trained on her. 

Regardless of his hotness and everything else, she was still a damn fool-idiot to have married him.  She inwardly cursed herself for being here and in close proximity to him.  The sheet was only just covering Riley’s waist, and he looked not only pleased with himself, but also amused by the whole situation.

Damn him

The way he was looking at Christina was offensive.  The way he was looking was doubly offensive.  No one should look that good when they just woke up.  Christina knew she didn’t. 

BOOK: Lost in Flight
5.97Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

Mallory's Oracle by Carol O'Connell
Checkmate by Walter Dean Myers
The Otherworldlies by Jennifer Anne Kogler
Chocolate Dove by Cas Sigers