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The Flyboy's Temptation
Kimberly Van Meter
Risky business…A redhead with long legs, creamy kissable skin, and a big fat wad of cash? That's the kind of trouble former Air Force pilot J.T. Carmichael can't resist.With his charter flight business on verge of bankruptcy, J.T. can't afford to say no to the money or the uniquely sexy woman who needs to get to South America immediately. Until the bullets start flying…When his plane goes down somewhere in the Mexican jungle, J.T. realizes two things: 1) he might not make it out alive, and 2) he wants Hope Larsen something fierce. Stranded and fighting for their lives, neither Hope nor J.T. can avoid in the inevitable rush of pure, heated lust. Now this flyboy isn't just flying in the face of danger…he's sleeping with her.
Risky business...
A redhead with long legs, creamy kissable skin and a big fat wad of cash? That’s the kind of trouble former Air Force pilot J. T. Carmichael can’t resist. With his charter flight business on the verge of bankruptcy, J.T. can’t afford to say no to the money or the uniquely sexy woman who needs to get to South America immediately. Until the bullets start flying...
When his plane goes down somewhere in the Mexican jungle, J.T. realizes two things: (1) he might not make it out alive, and (2) he wants Hope Larsen something fierce. Stranded and fighting for their lives, neither Hope nor J.T. can avoid the inevitable rush of pure, heated lust. Now this flyboy isn’t just flying in the face of danger...he’s sleeping with her.
“Sometimes you just have to go with the moment...”
“Shared intense experiences can create a false sense of attraction that is often misconstrued as something deeper,” Hope said, lifting her chin.
“Interesting,” J.T. said. “Care to put your theory to the test?”
“W-what do you mean?” she stammered, her eyes widening as he walked slowly toward her. “And it’s not a theory. It’s a proven scientific fact.”
“So prove it,” he said in a low tone, stalking her like a jungle cat. He backed her against the wall, trapping her within the space of his arms. She looked adorably perplexed and uncertain as to how to handle their close proximity.
He knew he ought to knock it off, and, in truth, he’d started this just to mess with her. But now that he was in her space, he was just as affected.
“We agreed to keep things professional,” she reminded him in a breathy voice.
“I don’t remember making that deal,” he said, leaning in...
Dear Reader (#ulink_5e92089d-3e0a-5b18-acbf-4e55e1297381),
I’ve always wanted to write a story with a plane crash in a jungle. I don’t know why this appeals to me so much, but I adore stories featuring this plot element. So when I struck upon an idea that involved this very thing, I was beyond excited.
What I didn’t take into consideration was the immense amount of research I would have to do, seeing as I know next to nothing about the Amazon jungle aside from it is very dense and there are a million ways to die a grisly death.
All I can say is thank goodness for Google Earth.
However, it was a fun challenge to craft a fun, sexy and wild ride through the Amazon with two complete polar opposites for love interests.
I hope you laugh, bite your nails and blush when you read this story!
Enjoy.
Kim
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The Flyboy’s Temptation
Kimberly Van Meter
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
KIMBERLY VAN METER wrote her first book at sixteen and finally achieved publication in December 2006. She writes for the Harlequin Superromance, Blaze and Romantic Suspense lines. She and her husband of seventeen years have three children, three cats and always a houseful of friends, family and fun.
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“HELLO? UM, HELLO? Is there anyone here?”
James “J. T.” Carmichael banged his head against the frame of his Beechcraft turboprop charter plane and swore a blue streak as he rubbed his dome.
“Who’s asking?” he said, squinting against the blazing Southern California sun as his hangover made the pain of bumping his head that much worse. “If you’re a creditor, then I ain’t here.”
A leggy redhead wearing a pencil skirt and spindly heels peered at him through dark-rimmed glasses. “Not a creditor...Mr....”
J.T. straightened and wiped his hands on a dirty rag from his pocket, giving her the once-over just as openly.
He supposed she wasn’t lying. He didn’t know many creditors who actually showed up on a person’s doorstep to collect. And heaven help him, creditors didn’t look like her. Or at least, he hoped they didn’t.
He’d rather think that creditors hung out in darkened cubicles, didn’t shower and had complexions that reflected their junk-food diet. “J. T. Carmichael, co-owner of Blue Yonder. My brother, Teagan, is the other half. Is there something I can do for you?”
She pushed strands of fine red hair away from her china-doll face and straightened her glasses. “Mr. Carmichael, I’m in need of a charter to South America. Are you available?”
South America? That was a heckuva journey. Pricey, too.
Teagan’s voice rang in his head from last night’s argument alongside the pounding of his brain.
Teagan was in favor of calling it quits; J.T. wasn’t ready to give up on their dream.
The numbers don’t lie, J.T. We’re going to be bankrupt in two months at this rate.
Why had he thought mixing Jack and tequila was a good idea?
Because the bartender had been hot.
“Mr. Carmichael?” The redhead’s firm voice held an edge of impatience. “Are you capable of such a charter?”
Capable? Hell yes. But should he accept the job? His Spidey sense was tingling off the charts. Something wasn’t right. And it wasn’t just that this hot-looking chick was coming to his small operation when she plainly could afford something nicer. Although, now that he thought about it, that seemed a little off, too.
But hadn’t Teagan groused that they’d need a miracle to keep the doors open? Hell, looked like a miracle wore fancy designer glasses and an air of mystery.
And who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
“Of course,” he answered, eyeing her warily. “But that’s a pretty expensive ride. Not to be rude or anything, but...you got the cash?”
She smiled thinly as if she’d expected his question, opened her purse and pulled a small wad of bills free. “I believe this should be sufficient to get us off the ground?”
His eyes bugged. There had to be at least five grand in her hand! “Whoa, lady—” he snatched the cash and tucked it under his arm, glancing around “—don’t go flashing that kind of money around here. Times are hard and you never know who’s watching.”
“You have a suspicious nature, Mr. Carmichael. I think that will serve my purposes quite well.”
“Yeah? And what purposes would that be?”
“My own. When can we leave?”
“Look, I need to know some details. I can’t just blindly agree to zip you off to South America just because you flashed some cash in my face.”
“No? And why not?”
Uh... “Well, because I can’t. How do I know you’re not a drug dealer? I don’t want to get caught up with the feds over some illegal shit.”
“That’s a pity,” she said. “Because there’s more where that came from if you could be trusted to do your job quietly and without question.”
He didn’t like her tone, but he had to admit she’d hooked him pretty good. “Yeah? Like how much?”
She smiled again. “Enough to make it worth your while.”
Teagan’s voice intruded in his thoughts, only this time J.T. had a feeling his brother was telling him to walk away because this job promised trouble. But that was a lot of cash. And cold hard cash was the answer to their prayers right now. He had no doubt that Blue Yonder could pull through if they could just weather this rough spot.
“When do you need to leave?”
“Now.”
