Love
in the no-fly zone…
Distraught
over the loss of her brother in a fighter jet accident, Tinklee
Pinkerton decides to follow in his footsteps and prove the tragedy
wasn’t his fault. But when she’s chosen as the first woman to fly
the Air Force’s F-35, her plan for a life that revolves around work
is thrown off course by a handsome, mysterious stranger…
Thanks
to Locke’s seductive British accent, sweet nature, and one too many
beers, Tink is soon inspired to throw caution to the wind and herself
into his arms. She thinks maybe love can heal after all—until she
discovers Locke is her superior officer. Tink has no problem risking
her life in the air, but with everything on the line, is she brave
enough to risk her heart on the ground?
Tinklee
Pinkerton! Not normally a name you'd associate with a trained
fighter pilot, but with a Mom who likes to sprinkle her world with
her own brand of pixie dust, it is very normal indeed. “Tink”
was born to follow in the footsteps of her father and brother and
always knew from an early age she wanted to fly . Now at the age of
twenty-two, “Tink” is about to embark on the next chapter of her
career and learn to fly a JSF – the same jet fighter than she
believed was responsible for her brothers death.
“Tink”
is a feisty, hot-headed and independent young woman trying to forge a
career in a mans' world. She's nobody's fool but underneath her
tough exterior, she's has insecurities and doubts like everyone else.
Her main nagging doubt is about the beloved JSF and she wants to
prove that despite her father's belief, her adored big brother wasn't
killed due to his own error but because of an electrical fault in the
cock-pit.
Locke,
What was there not too like about him? - nothing! I just love how
the author nailed his British accent making his background authentic
and believable. Locke wasn't expecting an “act first, ask
questions later” first impression from the beautiful blonde woman
on the beach near his home. Neither did he expect their chemistry to
read off the scale either. After a night of passion, he leaves to
begin a new work placement, unbeknown that the nameless woman that
rocked his world only hours earlier would be one of his new students.
I loved
how the two protagonists complemented one another. Tinklee is
impulsive, a loose cannon and sometimes her own worse enemy, whereas
Locke is a cool, steadfast guy - the voice of reason. Humour
is in bountiful supply courtesy of the banter between the guys in the
squadron. And lets not forget both sets of parents' who provided
every reason possible for their off-spring to rebel against them.
All of this wrapped up in a military
setting which the author has gone to great detail to create
an authentic backdrop to the drama. Call
Sign Karma is the fabulous début novel from Jamie Rae, and
I'm look forward
to reading more from her in the future.
5
Stars
***arc
received courtesy of the publisher via NetGalley***
I
twirled my pencil around on the desk and tried to keep from dozing
off. My stomach growled desperately in need of food. My lack of sleep
and too many beers was catching up with me. The pencil spun off the
table and hit the floor. I bent down to pick it up when I noticed my
boot string tied to the table. What were we in, kindergarten? Stupid
fighter guys. They were all the same. I pulled on the lace, but it
was knotted.
The
door opened and two sets of boots came into the room. One was the
Director of Operations, Major Rex, or T-Rex. I recognized his voice
without looking up. His scruffy tone was one that a person wouldn’t
forget. I’d spoken to him on the phone during the selection
process.
I
tugged on the knot, but it was too tight. I wiggled the tip of the
pencil into the tangled mess. I didn’t want to cut the stupid lace.
Freaking boys.
“The
Joint Strike Fighter will not only be flown by our guys, but some
Allied Forces are joining the fight as well. Flight Lieutenant
Sinclair has flown over five hundred hours in the Eurofighter and two
hundred hours in the F-35. He has flown in combat with RAF Corningsby
and has an extraordinary record with the Brits,” T-Rex said as I
continued to work on freeing my damn boot. “We are fortunate to
have him here and look forward to his expertise. Flight Lieutenant
Sinclair. Call sign, Duke.”
I
tugged on my string almost freeing the knot so I could sit back up
and see. I gave it another jerk.
“Thank
you Major Rex. It’s awesome to be here,” said a male voice laced
with a British accent.
A
too familiar British accent. It couldn’t be the toe-curling,
heart-flipping, cause-me-to-lose-all-good-sense, British freaking
accent.
My
heart skipped a beat or twenty.
“No,”
I mouthed silently to myself as my eyes widened. It couldn’t be....
I
lifted my head up to see if my ears had deceived me, prepared to drop
and army crawl the hell out of here.
I
sucked back a breath and instinctively jerked up. My head cracked on
the bottom of the table. Shooting stars clouded my visions.
“Holy
shit,” I muttered and grabbed for my head.
Through
the haze, I could see well enough to recognize my perfect stranger
standing in Flight Lieutenant Sinclair’s boots. All six-foot-two of
him. Hot, gorgeous, and neatly packaged in a well-fitted flight suit.
I
needed to get out of here. Now. He was staring directly at me,
ghastly white and shell-shocked. I knew the feeling.
I
gulped and jumped to my feet, forgetting that my foot was still tied
to the table.
“Shit!”
I cursed and fell backwards.
My
head cracked against the ground. I lay flat on my back with my eyes
closed, head pounding, foot tied to a desk and very vivid images of
my instructor, naked in my bed. The calendar was right. It was
doomsday.
In her other life, Jamie Rae is an orthodontist, and literary agent. She keeps her heart overflowing with love as a mother of three and has perfected the art of nomadic living as a military spouse and Air Force veteran. Jamie has a passion for critters of all shapes and sizes and you can often find her sneaking them into her own home or volunteering for rescues.
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