Cockpit: A Second Chance Romance
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Authors: Joanna Blake
Cockpit
A Secret Baby Romance
Joanna Blake
A note about this book
The main character of this book appears briefly in another novel. Jagger served with Joss from Deep and just begged me to write him his own story. They are both stand-alone novels that do not need to be read in any particular order.
This edition contains bonus books and several excerpts.
Enjoy!
Xoxox,
Joanna
She's the one who got away. But I live for the chase...
I'm a thrill seeker. I fly the fastest jets in the world, and ride my motorcycle when I'm on the ground. The only thing that matters to me is speed. Why would I ever think about settling down?
Jenny Reeds, that's why.
One look in those hazel eyes and I found a thrill no dogfight could match. For one wild, unforgettable night, she was mine. I wanted to keep her close but she disappeared without even telling me her last name.
I never forgot her.
I did my tour and flew combat missions in desert skies. Now they have me pushing papers and training new pilots. I thought I'd be bored to tears.
Guess who I run into my first night back?
It's her, my wild-eyed, fiery-haired beauty. Turns out she's the General's daughter. But that won't stop me. I'm persistent and it doesn't take too long before she's back in my arms.
Only one problem. She's kept one hell of a secret from me. She had a baby while I was overseas.
My baby.
Now I want them both under my roof.
Permanently.
She's got other ideas but that won't stop me. I've never failed a mission yet and I don't intend to start now.
Cockpit
is a standalone novel with a guaranteed HEA and no cheating. This edition includes bonus materials and will end before 100%!
Chapters
Cockpit
Chapter Twenty-Five - Believing
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Marrying
A Bad Boy For Summer
- bonus book
Chapter Thirteen - Titillation
Chapter Fourteen - Altercation
Chapter Seventeen - Alienation
Chapter Twenty-One - Temptation
Chapter Twenty-Two - Initiation
Chapter Twenty-Three - Reflection
Chapter Twenty-Four - Perfection
Bound To Me (Delancy Brothers Trilogy)
- excerpt
Please note that this book contains bonus material in the back! This is a special edition that will only be available for a limited time. This book is not 700 pages long on it's own, so please do not be surprised when it finishes at less than 100% on your kindle.
I hope you enjoy
Cockpit
and your bonus books!
Xoxox,
Joanna
Copyright © 2016 Joanna Blake
All rights reserved.
For my most avid reader, my back rubber and dish do-er. I love and appreciate you and your tiny butt every single day.
XOXOX
Special thanks are owed to the people who got me through writing this book.
Thanks to Sabrina, Jordan, Abigail, Vanessa, Sosie, Winter and Chance for encouraging me every step of the way.
Thanks to Jen Wildner for her endless cheerleading, hard work and giving me the name and inspiration for the lead character.
Thank you Jess Peterson for her military fact checking and expertise.
Thank you to my amazing group of readers, the Belles! I couldn't do it without you. Your feedback and support mean the world to me.
And last but not least, extra special thanks to LJ for dealing with my anxiety about zombie pilots with humor, grace and incredible talent.
Credits
LJ Anderson, Mayhem Cover Design
James Critchley, Cover Photo
Andrew England, Cover Model
Just One More Page Book Promotions
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Seventeen Months Ago
I rolled over, staring at the girl sleeping beside me. She looked like an angel, with her golden red hair spilling over a stunningly beautiful face. Her skin was creamy and kissable. I lifted the blankets, looking at her naked, perfect body.
Her skin was kissable
everywhere.
I lowered the covers, calculating how much time we had. My departure transit was at zero eight hundred. That was two hours from now. That meant that I had to wake her, if I wanted to have her again.
And I did. Lord have mercy, I did.
In fact, my cock had woken me up to tell me so. Not regular morning wood. This was a Goddamn Redwood. One of those thousand year-old trees big enough to drive a car through. And it had her name written all over it.
"Wake up, sweetheart."
She rubbed her button nose, scrunching up her face like a little girl. A wave of tenderness came over me. All of the sudden, I wished my transit was tomorrow. Or the next day.
Or never.
I had no fear about shipping out, even though the area I was heading to was volatile.
But after last night, I did not want to leave. Not yet. Not until I knew she would be here waiting for me.
The unthinkable had happened.
Derek Jagger, AKA Master Seargant Panty Dropper, had met his match.
And then some.
When I'd walked into the bar off base last night, I'd planned on drinking myself into a stupor, then taking one of the many local girls who'd expressed interest back to my room for the night, and draining my balls until they were dry as dust.
But then I'd laid eyes on her. Young and fresh and pretty, she'd looked out of place in the seedy bar. With her long auburn hair and flashing green eyes, she was classically beautiful. But it was her bombshell body that had men lining up to buy her drinks. I watched as she shot 'em down one by one.
Oh boy, did I watch. It was like my eyeballs were glued to her, watching as she scoffed at the guys who tried to pick her up. She wasn't even nice about it either.
She was feisty as hell. I liked that in a woman. As long as she didn't do it to me.
Good God damn but the woman was a looker! The face of an angel with a body that could turn a grown man to stone with a glance. Long legs, a tiny waist and what could only be described as dangerous curves.
Very, very dangerous.
Of course, the fact that she was dressed like a schoolgirl only made all the dicks in the room harder. She wasn't wearing a uniform or anything like that. Just tight, light colored jeans and a white blouse with tiny flowers on it.
Just a regular, innocent, sexy as hell, every-day look.
It wasn't a stereotypical, schoolgirl outfit with a plaid miniskirt and folded over socks. She literally looked like a good girl, who was going to school. She's just wandered into a dirt bag bar by mistake.
I was no dummy. This little peach was out of her element. Here to cause trouble. Go wilding. Or slumming. I decided right off the bat that I wanted her for myself.
Oh yeah, I was going after her with military precision.
Either way, I was going to make sure she got home safe.
Didn't matter if she said yes or no to me. I was walking her home at the end of her big night out. Hopefully with a little pit stop off at my pad to dip my stick. Scratch that.
A long-ass pit stop.
Instead of slobbering all over her like all the other jokers in the place, I'd challenged her to a game of pool. I'd hoped to impress her with my formidable skills. Instead, I'd lost.
She was damn good at playing pool. A ringer even. The kind who took a guy for all he was worth.
I didn't mind though. She looked damn good racking them up and knocking them down. I loved watching her strutting around the table and bending over to take her shots.
Let's just say I was a little distracted.
After that though, s
he'd
challenged
me
to a game of darts. I'd won that game, but barely. The evening progressed with unrelenting sexual tension and sparring. Beers had turned to shots, and flirting had turned to making out in the parking lot.
When things got too hot and heavy, I brought her back here. We'd screwed like rabbits. The sheets were still damp from our all night fuck-a-thon.
The girl was by far the best lay I'd ever had.
And I was nowhere near satisfied.
"Time to get up, sugar lips."
Her eyes opened and I smiled at her. She blinked at me in confusion and then relaxed. She stretched and the sheets slipped down, uncovering her luscious breasts.
"Hmmm... what time is it?"
I leaned forward, kissing her neck.
"Early. We still have time."
"Time for what?"
"Breakfast in bed. For me anyway."
She gasped as I slid my hand down her body, tugging her hip so that she rolled against me. I kissed her deeply, playing tonsil hockey like a pro. Then I let my fingers get busy, tweaking her nipples for a while before sliding between those silky thighs of hers.
She whimpered as I toyed with her slippery folds. I was ready to get my dick wet. But I wanted to taste her first.
I pressed her onto her back and looked up at her as I kissed my way down her body. Damn, but the girl looked specfuckingtacular from every angle! Especially this one...
I kissed her sweet little pussy, smiling at the high-pitched sounds she made. I ran my fingers through her neatly trimmed bush. It was bright red and sexy as hell.
Then I got down to work.
I worked her clit into my mouth as I used my fingers to open her. The girl was tight and I was extremely well-endowed. She needed to be warmed up before I sunk my torpedo.
She cried out, arching her back as I felt her flutter around me.
Hell yes, that was nice. I felt like the pussy eatin' champ of the world. I made sure she was done coming before I shifted up, grabbing a condom to quickly wrap my dick.
I held my cock against her pussy and slowly slid in. I grunted at the sensation. Her puffy little lips gripped me, almost sucking me in.
"Hmmffff... Jesus, you feel good."
It didn't just feel good. It almost felt
too
good. I'd never felt anything like it. Not sex. Not a blowjob. Not my own damn hand. Not blowing bad guys out of the sky.
