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Tagline: A week of hell pushes Maggie into risking her friendship with Max by sleeping with him.
Blurb: One week of extreme training, two top guns, and a healthy dose of unresolved sexual tension equals two pilots pushed to their limits, looking for a way to get through the hellish experience and possibly into each other’s arms.
Excerpt:
Groggily, Max glanced at the clock wondering why Maggie didn’t just look for herself. “Twenty-two minutes.” Yawning, he sat up, blinking and trying to focus. “Why?” Something seemed off with her, but he couldn’t pin it down, so damned tired his brain rebelled against anything taxing.
Maggie grabbed his arm, tugging him out of his seat. “Come on.” She led him out of the ready room, not giving him time to ask questions. Questions she wouldn’t answer anyway if she didn’t want to. “Come with me.” Not letting go, she made her way down the corridor and across a passageway.
Max tried to play catch-up. By the second day of madness, he’d learned real, honest rest would not be an option and trained his body to go on half-alert when not in the cockpit, sort of like being on standby. He figured it the only way he could catch some sleep. Maggie had effectively interrupted his schedule of a catnap and bracing shower followed by hauling ass back to the hangar deck to run pre-flight checks. The routine played like a mantra in his head. Nap, shower, checks.
So, right. Running a little behind here. Max didn’t know what Maggie wanted, but she seemed determined to drag him as far away from the ready room as possible. “Maggie, where are we going?” And how the hell did she even have the energy to walk right now. She almost crackled with vigor.
Maggie slowed down, but didn’t let go of his arm. “Cutter, just shut up and come with me.” Without another word, she rounded the next corner to duck through an open hatch, quickly pulling Max in behind her.
He stumbled a bit, barely clearing the raised threshold before she dogged the hatch. They were in an empty causeway. One used if a fire broke out on the ship. It was supposed to remain empty unless the fire signal had been activated. Clearly, the lack of sleep had Maggie unhinged.
Reaching to undo the hatch, he muttered. “You know we can’t be here, Mags.” Next thing he knew, Maggie had him backed up against the bulkhead, her lips sucking on his neck sending him into a state of shocked arousal. “What the hell?” He shook his head, wondering if he’d maybe fallen asleep somewhere back on the flight deck. “Mags?”
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