Turbulent Passion
by G.L. Ross Music Playlist
Toby Keith
“You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This” from CD album: How Do You Like Me Now?
Thompson Square
“If I Didn’t Have You” from CD album: Just
Feels Good
Il Divo CD Album: An Evening with Il Divo – Live in Barcelona
Josh Groban CD Album: Closer
Alex Clare
“Damn Your Eyes” from CD album: The
Lateness of the Hour
Etta James
“Damn Your Eyes” from CD album: Gold
Chris Young
“Gettin’ You Home” from CD album: The Man
I Want to Be
Chris Young
“Aw Naw” from CD album: A.M.
Also
listened to these artists while writing Turbulent Passion:
Rascal Flatts “Come
Wake Me Up” from CD album: Changed
Tim McGraw CD
Album: Tim McGraw and the Dancehall
Doctors
Kenny Chesney “You
Had Me from Hello” from CD album: Kenny
Chesney Greatest Hits
Kelly Clarkson CD
Album: Stronger
Blake Shelton
CD Album: Red River Blue
Michael Buble’ CD
Album: Crazy Love
Journey CD
Albums: Frontiers & Escape
Journey
& Rascal Flatts CMT Crossroads
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Turbulent Passion
The Flyboy Trilogy
G.L. Ross
Print Length: 213 pages
ASIN: B00GSRF5UE
Book Description:
Bold, arrogant, and gorgeous are three words which describe the playboy of International Air, Captain Lance Miller. Unbeknownst, to everyone touching Lance’s life, is the fact Lance harbors a secret, a secret which continues to affect his relationship with all women. Love and trust do not exist in Lance’s world, only lust, sex, dominance, and an occasional busty blond.
Naïve, new hire, Flight Attendant, Lisa Price recently graduated from college and is desperately searching for her destiny, a destiny which at this time does not include a man, especially a pilot. Lisa is driven to succeed in all areas of her life, but she too has a secret. A secret she must choose to be embarrassed by or to honorably embrace.
Is it possible these polar opposites will find passion and trust in each other’s arms, enabling them to relinquish control and share their secrets, or is their attraction far too turbulent to pursue?
Discover Lance & Lisa’s secrets in Book One of the Flyboy Trilogy: Turbulent Passion.
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Chapter One
Lance
Every night I
see her in my dreams. Honestly, I can’t remember a single night I didn’t dream
of her. Her mesmerizing emerald green eyes began haunting me in my early teens.
I would wake from a wet dream, with her eyes penetrating my thoughts and
desires. For years, I searched for her in malls, movie theatres, at sporting
events, but to no avail. Eventually, I surrendered my hopes and dreams of
finding the “green-eyed goddess” and began screwing every brick-house blond I
could find.
I relentlessly
tried to erase and escape the memories of the goddesses’ long blond hair, her
perfect petite body with sculpted tits and perky nipples, and the way my hands
fit perfectly around her tiny, tempting, curvy waist. But, damn it, I can’t
forget her alluring smile as she wraps her toned legs around my waist and
lowers onto my hard, pulsing dick. We fit – together – perfectly. Her green
eyes turn black as our ride delves deeper and I push her toward her second
scream worthy orgasm. Her creamy, sweet, ivory skin drives me wild, especially
her soft, silky neck, which is completely exposed when her head drops back as
she cums. My tongue traces and teases her every nook and cranny until I can no
longer resist biting her gorgeous, plump bottom lip. Her eyes flash open wide
in response. Hunger radiates in her eyes. We
never get enough of each other. She makes me feel things I never imagined
possible. I never thought I could desire one person twenty-four hours a day,
but I do. Who is this green eyed goddess?
Trust me, I
realize she is a fantasy, but even after twenty years, every single,
testosterone filled day, I continue my search for her, in airport terminals and
hotel lobbies. Hell, what would I do
if I found her? Attack and grope her? Sure, I can see it now, “You don’t know
me but we have hot, mind blowing sex together. We have for twenty years.” That
would go over well…Not!
I need a cold
shower, along with a reality check. Wonder if I have a curvy blond on tonight’s
flight attendant crew? Someone to bury myself in while I close my eyes and
imagine those gorgeous, green eyes glazing over as I palm her firm, full
breast, while rubbing my thumb over her erect nipple. Damn! I am obsessed!
Lisa
Maybe I’ll go to graduate school. I could become a
psychologist; all my friends think I am their twenty-four hour on-call shrink
anyway.
Maryanne rang me at two thirty this morning. Woke me
up to cry and complain about how Matt had broken her heart. “He is so
unromantic. It is our one year anniversary and he takes me to an action flick.
An action flick, can you believe that Lisa? Then he wants to go do it in the
back of his car, really? I mean really?” I wait to make sure she is really finished. Maryanne asks numerous questions, but doesn’t actually want you to
respond, to any of them. She merely wants to vent to the Universe.
“Maryanne, has Matt ever done anything you wanted to
do the entire time you’ve been seeing him? No, he hasn’t.” This time I won’t
allow her time to answer my question.
Yes, I am annoyed. She woke me up to
complain about Matt’s, unfortunately, normal behavior, which she chooses to put
up with on a daily basis. There’s absolutely no need for her to answer the
question or make excuses for him or herself.
“But, Lisa he loves me. I know he does.” Blah, blah, blah.
I bury my head under my large, fluffy pillow. “Okay,
let’s say he does, just for grins sake, but does he respect you? Obviously not,
so move on and find someone who deserves you and cares about your feelings. Men
need to treat women with respect and love. Never settle for less, Maryanne.”
“Lisa, you are so strong. I’m not like you. I’m not
that strong, plus I get lonely. I don’t know what I would do without Matt. I
can’t go without someone, like you do.” Thanks
for reminding me.
Frustration builds as I roll onto my back; turning
my head I stare at the time on the alarm clock. “Maryanne, Maryanne,” I
condescendingly mutter. “Go see Matt later today and tell him how he made you
feel. Now, please, for the love of Pete, get some sleep. Good night - good
morning - good whatever the hell time of day it is.”
“Night, Lisa. I love you, thanks for listening.”
I can’t help but moan while dropping the phone back
on my bedside table. Why is it women
allow themselves to be treated disrespectfully? I would rather be alone
then be with someone like Matt.
“Anyway, back to present day and today’s mission.
Graduate school in psychology might work. I could even find a part time job
while going to classes or work during the day and classes at night. Of course
I’d better get busy applying to universities today, it may be too late to apply and receive acceptance.” Why am I speaking out loud to myself? I
really need to get a life and soon.
I locate the graduate school application site for
The University of Texas at Dallas. “Let’s see, age? Twenty-three.” Yes, I took
the five year plan through college. I changed degrees three times and dropped
classes due to late night partying causing oversleeping of 8:00 AM classes. Why
would anyone want to teach an 8:00 AM class? Ugh, painful memory.
“What?” I respond to an unexpected knock at my door,
“Who could that be?” Speaking to the air,
again, Lisa. You really need to stop talking to yourself.
My vibrant friend, Lucy, greets me at the door. Lucy
is really short, petite, and a bundle full of energy. We met doing volunteer
work last summer at the animal shelter. We weren’t much help though, because we
wanted to play with all of the animals rather than clean their cages.
“Hey girl, what are you doing?”
Lucy pats me on the face and heads into my den while
extending a backwards compliment, “Oh, Miss Lisa. You are so pretty, even
without your make up.” That’s my Lucy. She
knows I hate wearing make-up, especially when at home. I figure I’m not going
anywhere to try and impress anyone, so why hassle with it. Lucy, on the other
hand, always looks perfect and doesn’t know or understand the true meaning of
dressing casual. If she runs to the grocery store she has full make-up and
hair. She’s a flight attendant for International Air and seems to think she is
always on a plane; crisp and perfect all the frickin’ time.
“Lisa, I’ve had a fabulous idea, so you need to dig
out a picture of you smiling and with make-up; a color one that shows off those
magnificent green eyes.”
I climb into my oversized yellow chair, tucking my
legs under my tush. “Lucy, please have a seat and why do you need my picture?”
Lucy chooses to sit on the edge of my robin egg blue
sofa, crossing her ankles, again so prim
and proper. “You, my dear, are filling out an application to be a flight
attendant, with me! Isn’t that great?”
She exuberantly declares.
“I can’t be a
flight attendant. I don’t even like flying. My ears hurt and I absolutely hate
heights.”
Flashing her dynamic, “hello – good-bye,” smile she
attempts to convince me, “It will be fine. When you are talking to passengers
your ears stay open and you never have time to look out the window, so you will
have no idea how high you are.”
I attempt an explanation, “I was filling out an
application for grad school when you knocked on the door. I’ve decided to get
my masters in psychology. I’m going to get paid for all of my late night
counseling.” That should appease her…maybe.
“That is terrific Lisa, but you can still fly.” Why
did I know she would say that? “You will fly on the weekends and go to class
during the week. You can even study on your overnights, it is perfect. Now get
me that picture.” So much for appeasing
her.
About the Author:
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, 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, the first book in the Flyboy Trilogy.
Website: www.GLRoss.com
Twitter: @GayleL4
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