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IN-FLIGHT DELIGHT

You Gotta Read Review (Donna) four-stars

In-Flight Delight is an enchanting tale of finding love when
you least expect it. It is heartwarming, with sexy characters,
an interesting plot and just enough conflict to keep it realistic.

It is very well written with luscious sex scenes and steamy sex scenes…and wet sex scenes. Oh, and don't forget the frantic, against the door sex scenes. But surprisingly, given the title, there were no mile-high club sex scenes.

I am looking forward to reading more books by Ms. St. Claire. She definitely has erotically romantic flair in her bag of tricks,
and I can't wait to see what's next.

Donna  


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Excerpt


His dark head slowly lifted 'til our gazes locked.
Oh, hello handsome!
Rude he might be, but there was nothing wrong with his looks. In any other circumstance, I might have been tempted to put the moves on him. Here on the plane? Not a chance. Such bad luck meeting him when my hands were tied.
Listen to you, Miss Prickly, so often solicited but never agreeable! That was true. Five years on the job and I’d never been tempted to hand out my phone number as some of my colleagues had done. I’d never been interested in one-night stands, full commitment being more my thing, though going by the disastrous results of past relationships maybe it was high time I tried something different. He certainly was handsome…and cocksure…two very common traits in the men I usually dated. I winced at the shallowness of my criteria when choosing a partner.
I’ve changed.
That would remain to be seen…though the present attraction didn’t foster much hope for the future.
But who could blame me? He was hot—tall, with limbs stretching on forever under his charcoal-gray suit, hands so big I couldn’t help making the correlation to the length of his cock. If the saying was true, he was one well-endowed guy. My eyes moved up and came to rest on a chest that begged for a moment or two of silent prayer. This man didn’t even need to be handsome. But he was that too. An arresting male face complete with high cheekbones, a strong chin, and dark eyebrows and lashes. Man! He was the complete package. Lust speared through me as I stood openly studying him, slow to notice the raised eyebrows and the amusement on his face.
“Oh, right,” I mumbled, flustered by my total lack of discretion and professionalism, though he’d returned the favor by staring back at me, seemingly without an ounce of guilt or the slightest intention to apologize.
Oh hell.
Flashing my most professional smile, I asked, “Have you decided yet on tonight’s menu?”
“Yes. I’ll have the veal sweetbreads-stuffed ravioli.”
Huh? Had I looked at the wrong menu? No, I was sure I hadn’t.
“I’m afraid that’s not on the menu. Could I interest you in the roasted chicken with lemon and thyme jus, instead?”
“Sorry, I have my heart set on sweetbreads and Barolo red at Mama Mia’s.” His lips curved slightly and a twinkle shone in his eyes. “I’m also intent on sharing it with you.”
Handsome and cocksure. If ever such a man was in a one-hundred mile radius, I was sure to attract him. No surprises there, but the new me was done with this kind of alpha male. I lifted my chin. “Really?”
“Yes,” he said, his eyes fastened on mine. “I hope you won’t disappoint me by saying you’re already committed.”
I couldn’t help the jolt of lust his assertiveness provoked in me.
Why not?
Why not? Well, for a start I could be fired for dating a passenger.
Who would know? Probably nobody but me, though the unethical issue still remained.
Look, he doesn’t have a ring on his left hand…he’s hot… and he wants you.
And I wanted him. Man, did I want him. Fourteen months since I last had sex, three since my last date, but who was counting? I was—every day. No amount of physical exercise, meditation or masturbation was doing the trick these days. I missed a man’s body against mine…and I missed kissing.
I bet he’s a good kisser. As a rule I had no problem giving the brush off, more or less gently, depending on my humor or the guy’s ego. In this particular case, there would be the added satisfaction of downsizing a little of his confidence.
Wait a minute…wasn’t I just a second ago kicking myself for not moving on an attraction?
Here was my golden opportunity! But, but…I couldn’t. Old habits died hard. Though I found it impossible to accept his invitation, I began considering alternatives. Take his phone number, meet him in a place and time of my choosing, have a friend in the FBI run a check on him… Or why the hell not just say yes?
We stared into each other’s eyes as I worked out my decision, and he waited calmly as I debated whether or not to follow through.
“Why don’t you think about it for now?” he suggested, picking up his glass. “After all, I’m not going anywhere for the next six hours.”

Francesca St. Claire


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....6 JUNE 2012 


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