From the author of the Capital Confessions Novels comes the first in the steamy Wild Aces Romance series.
U.S. Air Force fighter pilot Noah Miller—call sign Burn—loves nothing more than flying hard and fast. When he meets a gorgeous and sassy woman while partying in Las Vegas, he immediately locks on to her.
Jordan Callahan owns a thriving clothing boutique, but her love life is far less successful. Her luck changes when six feet, two inches of sexy swagger asks her to dance and turns her world upside down.
One scorching weekend becomes an undeniable chemistry that they can’t leave in Vegas. But the long distance relationship and their different lives threaten to ground their romance. And when the dangers of Noah’s job become all too real, Jordan learns being with a fighter pilot means risking it all for a shot at love…
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT
I played the fighter pilot card earlier than I normally did. Some guys like Easy led with it, because ittypically led to an easy lay. I usually waited a bit before going in hot, but this girl was a fucking fantasy,so I went with it. I wasn’t sure where this going, but I knew where I wanted it to go. Needed it to go.Her naked in bed. Against the wall. Bent over the couch. In the shower.
Jordan blinked and then a smile spread across her face. It wasn’t the smile I expected, the one I usually got from women. The one that led to innuendo and confessions of uniform fantasies. No, hersmile had an edge to it, like a cat that’d found a mouse to play with. She leaned forward again, and my mouth went dry at the sight of her perfect tits thrust forward in her little pink dress.
Why was I starting to feel like the mouse?
“Like Top Gun?”
“That’s Navy. We’re Air Force. We fly F-16s.”
Everyone asked about Top Gun, so I’d expected that one. What I hadn’t expected was the way she asked the question. Her voice as interested as if I’d said, I fill cavities all day. Where were the wide eyes? The shirtless volleyball fantasy? Sure, the reality didn’t exactly match the glossy, Hollywood image, but it worked. Usually.
She jerked her head toward the end of the table. “Is that why he introduced himself as Easy?”
Fucking Easy. I was definitely not the only one who’d noticed Jordan. Easy’s eyes had gleamed when I’d introduced them, but it had only taken one look for me to lock that shit down. There had been other times when we’d gone after the same girl; sometimes I didn’t care and let him swoop in.
This was not one of those times.
“Yeah, that’s his call sign.”
Call signs, also, usually a panty dropper.
“What’s his real name?”
“Alex.”
“Why does everyone call him . . .” Her voice trailed off as she watched Easy wrap his arms around a girl on each side. She smirked. “Right.”
I laughed. “It’s also a flying thing. He’s really laid-back in the cockpit. But yeah, his—uh—way with the ladies might have come into play.”
“What’s your call sign?”
Now we were talking.
“Burn.”
I waited for her to say it was hot, or something, but all I got was another question.
“So why didn’t you tell me your call sign like he did?”
“Because I don’t need to lead with my call sign to get laid.” I let the promise in my words linger between us.
Her eyes narrowed playfully, her voice silk. “Is that so?”
I leaned in closer, my gaze locking with hers. “My skills speak for themselves.”
I expected her to respond with innuendo of her own, but instead she laughed, her eyes twinkling. She met my move and raised the stakes, her mouth brushing my ear.
Finally.
“Aren’t you guys supposed to have super-hot- shit call signs?”
I nearly choked on my drink, convinced I’d misheard.
“Excuse me?”
Was she joking? Burn was a hot-shit call sign.
“Like Iceman and Maverick. Something like that.”
Was this girl for real? I set my drink down, taking a moment to study her.
I was thirty-three, had been flying F-16s since I was twenty-four. I’d picked up dozens of girls in bars. I didn’t go home with all of them; I didn’t have a face like Easy’s, I struck out a fair share, but the fighter pilot card was magic.
Apparently, she was immune. And just like that, I realized that what had looked like a casual hook-up just might not be so easy.
“Call signs aren’t supposed to be cool,” I explained, trying to ignore the feeling that I’d just been shot down. “Most of the time they’re given to you because of something you did to look like an idiot. There’s almost always an embarrassing story behind them.”
“So how’d you get your call sign?”
“That’s a story for another day.”
“Don’t want to mess up your game?” she teased.
I shook my head, feeling like she’d batted me around. “I think I’m going to need all the tricks up my sleeve with you.”
Jordan’s smile widened and she leaned forward again, her mouth inches from mine, the temptation nearly unbearable. One taste or two was definitely not enough with this girl.
“I’m guessing this fighter pilot thing gets you laid pretty often.”
God, I hoped it did the trick now. “It has its moments.”
Her brow rose, her voice taking on a distinctive purr. “And you think this is going to be one of those moments?”
I held her gaze, going for honesty when bravado failed me. “You tell me.”
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MICHELLE’S REVIEW
I really like Chanel Cleeton’s writing. I found her after reading the CAPITAL CONFESSIONS series which I loved. Sex and politics? Yes please!
I was super interested in this new fighter pilot series when I heard about it.
Overall I ended up really enjoying this book. At it’s core- it’s about the struggles of falling in love with someone in the military and that part of it was very moving.
The start of this book is what I struggled with a bit. Jordan and Noah meet in Vegas and after some really steamy nights, they sort of instantly fall in love. Now- I like some stories with Insta-love but it has to be done well. For me- there was a bit too much “omg hes so hot” and “omg she’s so sexy” for me to get into them in the beginning.
BUT as the story progresses Jordan and Noah decide to really give their relationship a real try and as a result Jordan learns more about the life of a fighter pilot.
As she does, she meets some of his closest friends and they become a part of her life as well.
When tragedy strikes- the story really takes this beautiful, emotional turn and I found myself unable to put the book down.
Overall- I think this is going to be a great series. While it was slow to start I was captivated in the end and the secondary characters who will eventually get their own story seem really interesting.
I wish Easy’s story was next but we have to wait a little longer. It’s going to be a good one- and you’ll see why, once you read.
AUTHOR INFO
Originally a Florida girl, CHANEL CLEETON moved to London where she received a bachelor’s degree from Richmond, The American International University in London and a master’s degree from the London School of Economics and Political Science. Chanel fell in love with London and planned to stay there forever, until fate intervened on a Caribbean cruise and a fighter pilot with smooth dance moves swept her off her feet. Now, a happily ever after later, Chanel is living her next adventure.
Law school made Chanel realize she’d rather spend her days writing sexy stories than in a courtroom, and she hasn’t looked back since. An avid reader and hopeless romantic, she’s happiest curled up with a book. She has a weakness for handbags, her three pups, and her husband.
Chanel writes contemporary romances. She is published by Harlequin HQN, Penguin/InterMix, and Penguin/Berkley and is the author of the International School, Capital Confessions, and Wild Aces series.
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