(MSRP: 6.0000)
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Abbie is on her way to Anchorage, Alaska to meet George whom she has been corresponding by telephone for the past three months. George has repeatedly asked her to come up to Alaska for a visit so they can meet in person. Call her crazy, but Abbie makes airline reservations to fly from her home in Seattle up to Anchorage to meet George. She’s lonely. Why shouldn’t she make a mad romantic dash up to the last frontier to meet a man? She’ll just ignore the practicality and logistics of a long-distance relationship. When she calls George to let him know her arrival time, he chooses that awful moment to let Abbie know that he thinks they don’t have much in common after all and she should cancel her plane reservations. Abbie is stunned, humiliated and ashamed of the lonely desperation that drove her to make nonrefundable airline reservations to Alaska.
What to do? Abbie decides to go to Alaska anyway. A grouchy and depressed Abbie meets Tom on the plane, a tall, handsome anthropology professor who happens to be half Native Alaskan and half Caucasian. As the plane flies north, Tom and Abbie discover a mutual attraction. By flight’s end, Abbie is completely enamored of the stranger, and she doubts her judgment, perhaps even her sanity, as she finds herself falling again for yet another Alaskan male...until George shows up, that is.
Rose
PRINT ISBN 1-60154-177-5
(160 pages) Sensual
Excerpt:
Abbie shoved her carry-on bag under the seat in front of her as far as it would go. At present, she had the row all to herself. In no mood for casual chit-chat, she fervently hoped the two seats next to her would remain empty. From her vantage point, she could see down the length of the plane, and it appeared as if most of the passengers had already boarded.
Good, she thought with satisfaction. She stretched her legs and placed her paperback on the seat next to her. What kind of idiot takes an 8 p.m. flight to Anchorage, Alaska, in September anyway? She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Besides me.
Abbie drew her brows together and frowned as she settled in for the four hour flight to loneliness, emptiness, and stupidity. But, she reassured herself, it would only last for less than a week. Then she could return to her life in Seattle--of loneliness, emptiness, and stupidity.
Abbie let loose a sigh which began deep within her soul. It came out louder than she planned and she hoped no one else on the quiet plane heard the understated groan. She opened one eye to discover a tall man standing in the aisle next to her seat. Startled, she blinked and met a pair of almond-shaped, obsidian eyes that crinkled at the corners. His friendly smile widened to a grin.
"May I?" he asked, indicating the window seat past her.
"Oh, sure." Abbie quickly scrambled out of her seat and stepped into the aisle. She caught her breath when he slid past to take his seat.
His face was strikingly handsome. Exotic eyes were the prominent feature in an angular bronze face with a narrow nose and full lips. Those same lips continued to smile politely. With a quick nod of thanks in her direction, he shed his dark green jacket and sat down, laying it on the seat between them.
Abbie settled back into her seat and buckled the seatbelt. With a sideways peek at her seatmate, she forgot her earlier wish to be alone.
Mesmerized by the long black hair, which began in a distinctive widow's peak at his high forehead, she followed its length to the middle of his back. He wore it secured in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. She had a momentary tantalizing vision of his sleek black hair unbound, framing his high cheekbones. Abbie suspected Alaska Native heritage, though she'd never seen such a tall Native American.
He reached to pull a magazine from the seat pocket. Abbie's bemused eyes followed every move of his long brown hands. When the magazine sat unopened in his lap, she raised her eyes to his face and found him watching her, watching him. Black eyes smiled.
