I'm so excited that 'Forgotten Memories' will be released from Eternal Press soon. OMG. It's nearly here. You say why am I so excited because I have had other novels published. I guess it's because this has more suspense in it than any other novel I have had published. It's a romantic suspense, and I'm just thrilled. I had to show you a preview, a little teaser. I couldn't help myself. :)
He caught a glimpse of a woman wearing a white cap disappearing into a hangar further down. He was positive it was the same woman on the runway. Taking long strides, he approached. Stopping by the door, his gaze zeroed in on a cute bottom wiggling from side to side as it protruded from the door of a light aircraft. She was cleaning the inside of the cockpit.
“Hello,” he called on approach.
The woman turned. “Can I help you?”
A pair of denim overalls and a white T-shirt clung to feminine curves. Grime smudged from cheeks to chin, highlighting big, blue eyes.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I beg your pardon?” She stared at him as though he’d just spoken in a foreign language.
“I assume you have a legitimate reason for being on the runway? I was flying that Piper you obviously didn’t see.”
Her gaze remained unyielding, like the surface on an airstrip.
“I don’t want to get you into trouble with your employer, but what were you doing on the runway? You put us both in danger. Do you realize I could have injured or perhaps killed you? I think it would be a restricted area for a cleaner.”
She gave him a slow, unappreciative, sweeping gaze.
The color of her eyes resembled a perfect, cloudless day, but they flicked in all directions, as though she hadn’t listened to a single word he had spoken. His thoughts vanished for a few moments. He swallowed, forcing the muscles in his throat to contract.
“Your name?” She stepped onto the footstep before jumping to the ground and landed at arm’s length, standing a little lower than his six-foot stature.
“The name’s Nathan Alexander.” He extended his hand.
Long, dark lashes blinked quickly, and she twisted one side of her face to reveal a cute dimple in her cheek. She slipped a cream, canvas glove from her right hand and produced long, shiny, manicured nails.
It had been years since he’d had contact with such soft skin, and her fragrance was like a summer shower after a long, hot day—the scent billowing from a tarmac.
Her gaze trailed up to meet his. For a moment, it was as though they were summing each other up. Breaking from contact, she rubbed a finger over the corner of one eye.
“In answer to your question, I was rescuing a black kitten, and a good pilot could have swerved around me without any difficulty whatsoever. I don’t see your problem.”
“You could have been seriously injured. I could have killed you.”
“It wasn’t as though you were flying a jumbo.” She pulled that quirky facial feature once again. “Besides, if you don’t tell, no one will ever know. Will they?”
Nathan recognized the tremor in her voice and noticed the stance she displayed with her feet set firmly apart, appearing as though she was guarding something or someone.
This must be one of the worst circumstances to meet a woman, but it was much better than clipping her with the wing of his aircraft or possibly flattening her with the landing gear.
Her words “good pilot” repeated once in his mind. Well, perhaps a few times. Good pilot…she doesn’t know what she’s saying. What would a cleaner know? The best flight instructor that had ever lived taught him to fly. He’d spent hours with Bob Berg, who made sure he was competent and if the worse scenario arose, he was adept to handle it.
Thank you :)