Coming Up for Air

Coming Up for Air
Karen Foley

Major Chance Rawlins has a bit of a reputation, both in and outside the helicopter cockpit.He’s a hotshot and he knows it. But when he enjoys a spontaneously naughty night with Captain Jenna Larson, Chance realises Jenna has no idea who he is – she’s mistaken him for his twin!Still, when they meet again, Chance soon sees an opportunity to show Jenna exactly who he is – one hot, exquisite night at a time.

Dear Reader,

About three years ago, I had the opportunity to sit in the cockpit of a Black Hawk helicopter. With the cyclic stick between my knees and all that powerful technology at my fingertips, I knew I had to create a heroine capable of flying these incredible machines, but also strong enough to hold her own in a male-dominated environment.

Army Captain Jenna Larson is a top-notch Black Hawk pilot, but she’s sworn never to get romantically involved with another pilot, no matter how sexy he might be. But when she catches sight of Major Chase Rawlins, a hard-bodied special ops commando with a killer smile, she decides he’s the one man she wants to see out of uniform and in her bed.

What she doesn’t realise is that it’s not the professional, no-nonsense Chase that she’s been drooling over, but his cocky, devil-may-care twin brother, Chance, an Apache helicopter pilot. Jenna is convinced that she can spend one night with him and then walk away, but their red hot hook-up turns out to be the best sex she’s ever had, and she can’t stop thinking about him.

Chance Rawlins may just be my favorite hero yet! He has all the qualities that make a military hero irresistible, and I hope you find him hard to forget, too! And if you’re wondering about his twin brother … Chase Rawlins will have his own story in September 2012, where he encounters the one woman guaranteed to make him lose control.

Happy reading!

Karen

About the Author

KAREN FOLEY is an incurable romantic. When she’s not working for the Department of Defense, she’s writing sexy romances with strong heroes and happy endings. She lives in Massachusetts with her husband and two daughters, an overgrown puppy, and two very spoiled cats. Karen enjoys hearing from her readers. You can find out more about her by visiting www.karenefoley.com.

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Here is Chance’s thrilling story:

Coming Up for Air by Karen Foley July 2012

And don’t miss his twin brother Chase’s sexy adventure:

No Going Back by Karen Foley Sept 2012

UNIFORMLY HOT!

The Few. The Proud.The Sexy as Hell.

Coming up

for Air

Karen Foley

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This book is dedicated to my own personal hero,

John Foley, who didn’t have to deploy, but chose

to do so anyway. I’m so proud of you!

1

THE WAY TO TELL IF A man was a good lover was to watch how he danced. Captain Jenna Larson didn’t know if the observation was true, since none of her exes had enjoyed dancing very much. That should have been her first clue, since none of them had been exceptional in bed, either.

A slow country song throbbed through the speakers at Shooters nightclub, and Jenna could feel the seductive pull of it in her veins. Finishing her beer, she set the empty bottle down on the bar. She’d told herself a dozen times since she’d first spotted him that she wasn’t going to look, but her gaze was drawn irresistibly back to the couple moving slowly across the dance floor. Despite the crush of people surrounding them, the man guided his partner effortlessly through the crowd, his hands holding her with an easy confidence.

He moved with a fluid grace, his body shifting and sliding in perfect rhythm to the music while accommodating his partner’s motions. He was lean and fit, the material of his black shirt stretched taut across the thrust of his shoulders. His jeans rode low on his hips and his scuffed cowboy boots lent him extra height. Watching him dance, Jenna had no doubt that he would be exceptional in bed, completely attuned to his partner’s body.

He bent his head to catch something the woman said to him, and then he laughed and drew her closer to the curve of his body, never missing a beat. His teeth were white in his suntanned face and Jenna noted the deep indents in his cheeks when he grinned. As they turned the corner of the dance floor, his gaze slid lazily over the crowd and, for an instant, his eyes met hers and held.

Jenna stared at him over his partner’s head, unable to look away. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been so enthralled by a man, military or otherwise. Everything about him commanded her attention, from his built-for-sex body to his lazy, devil-may-care smile. She didn’t know the first thing about him, except that he was in the army, assigned to nearby Fort Bragg, just like ninety-five percent of the men in the club that night.

Jenna had caught glimpses of him several times on the army base, and even from a distance he’d captured her attention. Less than two weeks ago, she’d run into him at the local supermarket. Literally, as she’d turned a corner, she’d collided with his shopping cart. He had smiled at her as she’d apologized, and there had been no mistaking the masculine interest in his eyes. In fact, she’d felt him watching her as she’d walked away, and when she’d surreptitiously glanced back at him, he’d grinned shamelessly, making no effort to hide the fact that he was, indeed, ogling her. The knowledge had made her feel shivery and delicious.

Two days later, she’d bumped into him at the post office. Against her better judgment, she’d opened her mouth to introduce herself, but he’d looked right through her, without a hint of recognition or interest. The complete switch had puzzled her, making her wonder if she’d only imagined the heat she’d seen in his eyes just days earlier.

Now, as she watched him, the corners of his lips lifted and he closed one eye in an audacious wink, before smoothly swinging the woman away to the other side of the floor. Jenna realized she had been holding her breath and she let it out in a rush, signaling to the bartender for another beer. The music came to a stop and she peeked back in time to see him give the woman a brief hug before releasing her to rejoin a group of men shooting pool on the far side of the room.

She gave a snort of disdain as she watched the woman pause on the edge of the dance floor and preen for whoever might still be watching her. wearing too-tight white jeans and a skimpy shirt that exposed her tanned midriff, she was obviously a local. Her long hair was dyed an unnatural shade of red, and she had enough makeup on to qualify as camouflage. But she had a curvy little body, and she smiled at every guy who looked her way, including her dance partner’s pool-shooting buddies.

Jenna covertly watched as his friends welcomed his return with nudges and winks. He took it in stride, but while the other guys looked longingly at the redhead’s ass when she finally sauntered away, he turned and stared directly at Jenna. She paused, her beer halfway to her lips, and then tipped the bottle toward him in a silent salute before taking a long swallow. He smiled, a slow tilting of his mouth that caused his dimples to emerge, then picked up his cue and turned his attention to the pool table.

“Who’re you gawking at?”

Jenna turned to see her copilot and bunk mate, Warrant Officer Laura Costanza, squeeze up to the bar beside her. Together, they had flown three separate training missions during the past twenty-four hours, and had been given the next twenty-four hours off in order to rest and be ready to fly again. Aside from their shared love of flying helicopters, they had little in common, but they’d become close friends in the three years that they’d worked together. Jenna found the other woman’s down-to-earth candor both amusing and refreshing. But Jenna also knew that if Laura discovered she’d been lusting after someone, she’d never hear the end of it.

“Nobody,” she fibbed. “How was your dance?”

“Had my feet stomped on a couple of times.” The younger woman grinned. “No biggie.” She shifted her focus to the men shooting pool. “Ah, let me guess. Major Hottie in the black shirt and boots. He is drool-worthy.”

Jenna shrugged and deliberately turned her back to the dance floor and the pool tables. “He’s okay.”

Laura laughed. “Yeah, right. Like every female in here doesn’t want to jump his bones.” She gave a dramatic sigh. “Sadly, he’s way above my pay grade. You could always go for it, though. Oh, but I almost forgot—you don’t get involved with military guys.” She tipped her head as she pretended to consider. “Why is that again?”

Even Laura didn’t know the real reason that Jenna avoided men in the military. Her father was a highly decorated Vietnam pilot and had taught Jenna how to fly when she was barely a teenager. But while he might be a legend in the military annals, he’d made her mother’s life hell. The same qualities that made him an extraordinary soldier also made him a terrible partner. If she closed her eyes, she could still hear the bitter battles that had waged between him and her mom, mostly over his drinking and his numerous affairs. Jenna’s mother would give him an ultimatum, and for a few months he’d actually remain sober. Those were the times that Jenna liked to remember, the long summer days on Cape Cod when she’d help him run his helicopter sightseeing and tour business. She’d logged more flight hours in her teen years than some military pilots did during an entire career. There was no question that her father had been an exceptional flight instructor; he just hadn’t been a great husband or father. But he’d been her role model and the center of her young life, and she would have done anything to make him proud. To make him love her. But nothing she did ever seemed good enough. She gave her friend a tolerant look.

“Because I like to keep my private life just that—private,” she said. “Getting involved with another soldier is asking for trouble. And how can you tell he’s above your pay grade, anyway? Do you know him?”

She and Laura were assigned to a helicopter battalion out of upstate New York, but had been at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, for just over three weeks while they prepared for a six-month deployment to Afghanistan. Their training exercises left little time to socialize or meet other soldiers assigned to the base. The only reason Jenna found herself looking twice at this guy was because she’d been going through a particularly long dry spell. At this point, it didn’t take much to fire her engines.

“Well, I don’t know him,” Laura hedged. “I only know his name is Chase Rawlins. He’s an army major with Special Ops. His unit deploys in a couple of days. At least, that’s what I’ve heard.”

Jenna glanced over her shoulder at the pool table in time to see him smoothly knock a cue ball into a side pocket. Major Hottie, indeed. She’d pegged him for an enlisted guy, which would have made him off-limits, since fraternization between officers and enlisted members was strictly prohibited. But if he was also an officer … Despite her self-denial regarding men in uniform, she couldn’t prevent the surge of anticipation she felt at learning he was fair game, should she choose to end her abstinence.

There was just one small problem.

“We leave for Afghanistan in three days,” she said glumly. “Even if his unit wasn’t deploying, and even if I was interested, it’s not like I have time to get to know the guy.”