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Sun, 02/26/2012 - 03:02

Afterburn

By Sonia Hightower

Series : Book

Heat Rating 2

Released 2012-03-23

Word Count 25111

Keywords romance, contemporary, interracial, m/f, sonia hightower, military, pilots, air force, sexual harassment, racism, jets, afterburn

ISBN 978-1-77101-068-9

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Their love burns hot, but will it stay fueled?

Crystal is an enlisted mechanic with a tragic past. Grant is an officer and a pilot with a broken heart. When faced with a difficult decision, will Crystal choose wisely or lose the best thing that ever happened to her?

The love between them burns hot, but their relationship won't stay fueled if they can't beat the obstacles that stand in their way. Besides breaking the fraternization rules, Grant and Crystal have the difference of race between them…but can they prove to the rest of the world, and to each other, that love is color blind?

Afterburn is about overcoming one's past, not judging others, learning to forgive, and what it's like to be a woman in a "man's world."

"Grant, not sir." The man reached his hand out to her once again, but this time in a gesture to shake hers. She accepted, first wiping off the accumulated grit from the wheel well onto the blue coveralls that she had placed over her BDUs. His hand was smooth compared to her rough, calloused one, and warm. She felt her face heat at the brief contact and ended the handshake almost as soon as it had begun, pulling her hand from his firm grip. No weak handshake here. He shakes like a real man ought to shake. She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind and focus on the job at hand.

"So, Grant," she began, clearing her throat once more. "This your jet?"

There had been a flicker in his eyes as she had pulled her hand away—of disappointment? Of indignity? She wasn't certain, but it disappeared now, to be replaced with a glint of pride. The man even stood a little straighter than he already was as he turned to the jet in question, encompassing it with his gaze. "Yeah." His deep voice held a note of affection. "This is my bird."

"I checked it out, and I'm pretty sure I found the leak." Crystal reached for the gray box containing a permaswedge pump. "Thankfully, it's a small one and won't require me to fabricate an entirely new fitting or special order one. I can simply resqueeze it, and you and your bird will be on your way." She bent to open the case. Grant was only a few feet away and to her chagrin, she discovered that by bending over, she was on eye level with his crotch. Rather than avert her gaze, she found herself looking closely at it. For what? Inwardly, she scolded herself. But damn, the man filled out his uniform just fine...

"Thank you." Grant's voice wrapped itself around her. It was deep and sexy. Crystal fought off visions of starlit nights, sultry kisses, and champagne glasses clinking together. She was definitely going off the deep end.