Happy Monday, my friends! I am so excited to start this week with a visit from author Leigh Dreyer!! You may have seen she just released her second book in her Pride in Flight series – The Flight Path Less Traveled!! Woot!! We loved Book 1 – The Best Laid Flight Plans – and we are so wanting to spend more time in the US Airforce/Military Base atmosphere Ms. Dreyer created! Today Leigh is sharing a lovely (and adorable) excerpt from her new book. We hope you enjoy!
*This excerpt does contain a spoiler for those who haven’t read Book One – The Best Laid Flight Plans.
Excerpt from Chapter Nine of The Flight Path Less Traveled
When he returned home late that Saturday afternoon, Elizabeth was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal and reading a book. Hunched over her bowl, clearly focused on the story, she repeatedly tilted the spoon, spilling milk back into the bowl instead of keeping it straight.
She looked up at him and grinned—her mouth full of what looked like Lucky Charms. He grinned back, amused by the picture she made dressed in a t-shirt and jeans that clung to her perfectly, showing off her petite yet curvy frame.
“I’m glad you’re back.”
“I’m glad to be back.” He buzzed her lips again and slipped her back into her chair. Then he went to the cabinet for his own bowl of cereal.
“What are you reading?” Darcy asked before taking a large bite.
“Just a silly novel.”
“No such thing.”
“Huh?” she asked, mouth full of cereal.
“No such thing as a silly novel. What’s happening in this one?”
Elizabeth swallowed. “Well, the heroine, who of course is beautiful—”
“As all good heroines are.”
“Obviously. She met the hero of the novel in the beginning and thought he was a real jerk, but after getting to know him and after some good deeds on behalf of the girl, she’s having second thoughts about his jerk status.”
Darcy nodded thoughtfully. “Is that so?”
“It’s the oldest trope in history. Guy meets girl. Drama. Girl gets together with guy. They get married and live happily ever after.”
“Normally aren’t there horses and knights and dragons involved?”
“Depends on the genre, I suppose.” She scooped more cereal onto her spoon and then added, “Sometimes there are spaceships.”
“Anyway, I just want one book where the heroine realizes that she can be her own person.”
“Because she doesn’t need a man?”
“No, because she is her own woman. Couples tend to work best when they are strong individually.”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I want a book written about me? I’m charming. I’m witty. I do very exciting things like sit around the house on Friday nights.”
“That’s the problem right there. A good book needs action.”
She laughed. “Oh, and I don’t get enough action.”
“Not really. I hardly qualify reading and taking naps as compelling. Maybe if you fainted frequently you could set your novel in the Victorian era, be one of those bodice rippers.”
“I don’t have that much romance. Besides, aren’t those the ones with shirtless Fabio on the cover?”
“Typically. I don’t know. Georgiana is the one who reads them. I, of course, favor more masculine fare, like biographies.”
“You would never be caught dead reading silly romance novels.”
“No way. How would I hold my head up at the squadron? My flight mates would laugh me from the building.”
“Is that why I found this one in your room?” Elizabeth held the book up, which she had been holding with the cover folded behind the pages as she read and for the first time, revealed the cover to Darcy’s view.
“That, madam, is obviously an adventure novel.”
“I don’t think so. I am relatively positive that this novel is a romance set at sea.”
“Like I said.”
“No, no. She’s already had heaving bosoms, Will. This”—she pointed at the book as she held it up and out of reach while he attempted to snatch it away from her—“this is a romance.”
“Just because it has a scene between a man and a woman doesn’t make it a romance.”
“Well, Smarty Pants. If that’s what makes a romance, what kind of book are we in, then, huh? Let’s take your idea of you being the heroine in a novel and run with it. We’ve had adventure. Flying is fantastic stuff; I mean, who doesn’t love flying fast, sexy jets and shooting through the sky at unbelievable speeds?”
She nodded thoughtfully. “I mean, I’m sure there are some people, but I’m certainly not one of them.”
“Exactly.” He moved one seat closer to her, dragging his bowl and spoon across the table making the silver clink against the glass. “We’ve had suspense. I mean, who knew if you would make it during that crash. There I was: stuck up in the sky, circling around you, and seeing the flames and smoke, and only seeing one parachute. I knew someone wouldn’t make it, but who would that someone be? That’s suspense if I ever heard it.”
“I suppose, although suspense is typically more mystery and horror novels.”
“You don’t think it was horrifying watching you go down and hearing your voice over the radio?” Darcy leaned closer to her, his face only inches from hers. “I will let you know, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, that I have never been so terrified in my entire life.”
“Now, we come to us, here at Netherfield. What exactly do we say to describe what this is?” Darcy pointed back and forth between the two of them, not moving back, still inches from her. Darcy watched Elizabeth’s eyes flit from his hand to his eyes to his mouth then lick her lips. He leaned closer to her but did not touch her.
“We could, of course, call us housemates.” Darcy held up a hand and ticked off a finger. “Or friends.” He ticked off another. “We’re almost family, I mean, my best friend married your sister.” She nodded slowly while he ticked off another. “You call out for me in your sleep.” He pointed to his fourth finger and then shrugged his shoulders. “What would you call someone who comes to comfort you in your most vulnerable? I don’t know that family quite covers it. Neither does friend. That seems so platonic, almost pedantic.” He moved even closer to her, his lips, nearly touching hers as he spoke. “Would you call us lovers, Lizzy?” He tilted his head.
Darcy could feel her breath hot on his face coming in short pants. He stayed still even when she tilted her own head in turn and closed her eyes.
Pulling away quickly, he sat up, smiling at her, holding out the last finger on his hand. “I guess housemates would do it.”
Elizabeth punched him in the arm, looking thoroughly betrayed, and he laughed.
“You are awful.”
“Me? What did I do? I was just trying to figure out your story!”
Elizabeth groaned loudly while her chest and cheeks turned a becoming shade of red
😍 😍 😍Oh I love it! these two are cute so cute together! I cannot wait to see what happens with their relationship!! Thanks so much for sharing, Leigh!!
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