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MIDNIGHT SHOWCASE
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MILE HIGH CLUB
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Turbulence by Anne Leland
In the Arms of a Wild Woman by Alyssa Brooks
Goddess in Training by Terry Spear
Elevated Pleasures by Kara Griffin
Silver Linings by Mae Powers
My Angel by Beverly Rae
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MILE HIGH CLUB - Erotica Digest
Fasten your seatbelts, or handcuffs if you prefer, while we take you to
heights unknown. Join THE MILE HIGH CLUB with six sensual
destinations from six sensational authors.
Love is in the air!
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Turbulence by Anne Leland
When airline mechanic, Laura Seraph boards flight 1152, landing in
the lap of a ghost hunter isn't exactly in her itinerary. Looks like it's
going to be a bumpy ride.
In the Arms of a Wild Woman by Alyssa Brooks
Chocolate is Joss's business and recluse Flora's biggest yearning. The
attraction between them is undeniable, but when Flora discovers he
owns a cocoa farm, lovemaking becomes sweeter than ever.
Goddess in Training by Terry Spear
In a game of the gods, Athena chooses librarian Lisandra, a virgin, to
be goddess of fertility. Zeus orders Assarian, god of pleasure, to train
her in Mount Olympus .
Elevated Pleasures by Kara Griffin
High atop the mountains in Scotland, a search for a beloved necklace
brings two lovers together on a quest to rekindle their own Elevated
Pleasures. The cold mountain air can't chill the fire between Lex and
Ruann.
Silver Linings by Mae Powers
In Silvera, Kaden and Xera are use to cultural taboos amongst the
Wysp fairies. Will they dare to shrug off strictures and follow their
hearts?
My Angel by Beverly Rae
Free-spirited, sex loving, Casey Williams adores men, all kinds of
men. Yet, she's never met one who could tame her or win her heart.
That is, until she winds up bungee jumping in tandem with devilishly
handsome, Josh Morgan.
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TURBULENCE by Anne Leland
When airline mechanic, Laura Seraph boards flight 1152, landing
in the lap of a ghost hunter isn't exactly in her itinerary. Looks like
it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
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TURBULENCE
By
Anne Leland
CHAPTER ONE
Who traveled at this hour of the night? Or should she say
morning? At two o’clock in the morning, even the birds were safe in
their nests sleeping.
As Laura Seraph visually inspected the smooth silver steel of the
puddle-jumper, she re-tucked her stray wisps of hair under her
baseball cap. Emblazoned with the Crystal Air logo, the hat had been
part of her daily wardrobe for so long, she was surprised it hadn’t
sealed itself to her tawny-brown curls.
Now here they had her going on another emergency run in hours
best kept by vampires. Sleep fused her brain so tight she couldn’t
even remember who called her and what she was required to fix when
she got there, but, somehow, she’d made it to the runway at least.
Laura climbed up the slightly rusted steps, stepped onto the plane
and peeked into the cabin to wave a quick “hello” to the pilot. A squat
man with a mustache waved back. Charles Langford, or “ol’ Chuck”
as regulars called him. Good. Tonight’s flight would be a comfortable
one.
She walked to the back of the cabin, helping herself to a bottle of
water from the galley along the way. There wouldn’t be any
stewardesses tonight, nor passengers. Just her, Chuck, and the calm
serenity of the pitch black sky. One of the few and far between perks
of being a mechanic for an out-of-date, under-funded airline.
Maybe she could procure a job with one of the larger airlines, but
then she’d have to deal with schedules and corporate mucks that
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based their decisions on shareholders. Crystal Air, though not perfect,
was family.
Family complete with a black sheep or two. Like her new trainee.
Jack couldn’t tell a rivet from his asshole. They’d hired him right out
of trade school and, from what Laura could tell so far, he’d obviously
conned his teachers into passing him or cheated his way through.
Cocky as all hell, he wouldn’t listen to directives, either. She’d
been cocky in her younger days, too, but at least she’d known what
the blazes she was doing.
She plopped down in the window seat of the second row, swung
her legs up, and stretched them across the vacant seat next to her.
Tucking the bottle of water into the pouch of the seat in front of her,
she settled into the position, attempting to find a comfort zone to ride
out the duration of the two-hour flight.
Pulling the brim of her cap down to shade her eyes, she crossed
her arms and tried to relax. Hopefully, she’d catch a catnap along the
way.
Before the pilot even closed the main hatch, Laura drifted off into
a dreamless slumber.
She never heard the other passenger slip onto the plane, or sit
down in the seat across from her.
The sound of the engines roaring to life only served to propel her
deeper into sleep and closer to her fate.
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CHAPTER TWO
A sharp pain at the base of her skull jarred Laura’s eyes open. As
she struggled to clear the remnants of sleep from her brain, her head
flopped up, then cracked down against the airplane window bringing
another searing slice of agony to her skull.
Turbulence. Damn.
The airplane wobbled from side to side, then dove into a swoop,
lurching her stomach as if she rode the Black Widow roller-coaster at
Valley Fair. She scrambled to sit upright before her head met the
walls of the airplane again.
“You really should wear your seatbelt.”
The deep voice instantly snatched the last trace of sleep from her
brain. She shifted sideways in her seat to find the source of the
command. The sight of the mystery man nearly knocked her back into
unconsciousness.
Long black hair curving to meet his linebacker shoulders, white t-
shirt fitting snug along the surge of muscles underneath, trailing to a
set of massive thighs encased in denim—gorgeous, buff, perfection.
But who was he and what the hell was he doing on her flight?
“What are you doing here?”
He narrowed his gaze. “A little short on manners today?”
This hunky stranger who obviously stowed away on her airplane
was giving her a lecture on manners? Some people had a hell of a lot
of nerve. “How did you get on the plane?”
“I walked through the door.”
“Look, this isn’t a joke.” She stood up and made her way to the
aisle. Chuck could notify the authorities, and they could lock
themselves in the cockpit until they landed in case this dark-haired
goon had thoughts of taking over the aircraft.
A violent bump of air jolted the plane and she careened backward
like some cartoon character flailing off the edge of a cliff. She landed
against a hard wall of muscle and musk, as two strong arms encircled
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her torso, propping her up, bracing her for the next bounce of
turbulence.
The sexy stranger pulled her backward until she sat down on his
lap as if sitting in a comfortable chair. He grabbed a set of buckles
and strapped her to him, before she could even think to protest.
Laura wriggled around, searching for the latch to release the
buckle.
“Sit still.” He commanded.
“Let me go, you jerk.”
“Jerk? I saved you from breaking your neck.”
So he did. One point for her rescue, but she still wasn’t going to
stay strapped to him. She found the metal edge of the latch.
His hand clamped around hers and he pushed her arm away from
the buckle. “I said, sit still.”
The plane lurched and dove, dragging any undigested contents of
her stomach along for the ride.
He relaxed his grip on her hand. “Look, let’s just get past this
turbulence, then you can move wherever you like.”
She nodded. The airplane shuddered, bombarded by continual
pockets of air. Attempting to get up again right now would be
tantamount to suicide.
A small part of her—growing bigger by the moment— protested,
not wanting to get up from the comfort and safety of her mystery
man’s lap. The thick fabric of her jumpsuit didn’t diminish the heat
and hardness of his muscular frame. If she could conjure up a fantasy,
he’d definitely make the top of the list.
Still, what was he doing here? For all she knew, she was getting
hot and bothered over a terrorist.
“So, you still haven’t told me, what are you doing on this plane?”
“I called in a favor from a friend.”
“This is a secured flight. You shouldn’t be on it.”
“I have friends in high places.”
She could feel his grin, even though she couldn’t see it. Laura
didn’t buy his act of innocence anymore than she could quell her
curiosity about the thick ridge of muscle pressing against the seat of
her pants. “Must be nice. What is it that you do?”
“I’m a paranormal investigator of sorts.”
“A what?”
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