A series of chance encounters leads to a sizzling new romance from the New York Times bestselling author of the On Dublin Street series.
The universe is conspiring against Ava Breevort. As if flying back to Phoenix to bury a childhood friend wasn’t hell enough, a cloud of volcanic ash traveling from overseas delayed her flight back home to Boston. Her last ditch attempt to salvage the trip was thwarted by an arrogant Scotsman, Caleb Scott, who steals a first class seat out from under her. Then over the course of their journey home, their antagonism somehow lands them in bed for the steamiest layover Ava’s ever had. And that’s all it was–until Caleb shows up on her doorstep.
When pure chance pulls Ava back into Caleb’s orbit, he proposes they enjoy their physical connection while he’s stranded in Boston. Ava agrees, knowing her heart’s in no danger since a) she barely likes Caleb and b) his existence in her life is temporary. Not long thereafter Ava realizes she’s made a terrible error because as it turns out Caleb Scott isn’t quite so unlikeable after all. When his stay in Boston becomes permanent, Ava must decide whether to fight her feelings for him or give into them. But even if she does decide to risk her heart on Caleb, there is no guarantee her stubborn Scot will want to risk his heart on her….Books by Author:Samantha Young Books
SKY HARBOR AIRPORT, ARIZONA MARCH 2018
Food. Food and coffee. I knew those should be my priority. The grumbles in my belly were making that perfectly clear. And considering the purpose for my visit to Phoenix, it was no wonder I was marching through the terminal after having my bag searched in security, feeling like I might claw someone"s face off if I didn"t get a shot of caffeine in my system.
Even though I was hangry, my priority was to get upgraded to first class on my flight home to Boston. I could be hangry all I wanted in an airport. But as I was someone who suffered from mild claustrophobia, sitting in coach"with my luck stuck beside someone who would take their shoes and socks off during the flight"would be a million times worse than being hangry. I couldn"t chance it. A pair of strange, hot, sweaty, smelly bare feet next to me for four and a half hours" No, that was a hell my current state of mind couldn"t deal with. I shuddered as I marched toward the desk at my gate.
Seeing a small group of people crowded under a television screen, I faltered, wondering what had drawn them to the news. I slowed at the images of huge plumes of smoke billowing out of a tremendously large mountain, my curiosity drawing me to a halt.
Within a few seconds the news told me that an unpronounceable volcano in Iceland had erupted, creating this humungous ash cloud that was causing disruption in Europe. Flights there had been grounded and consequently travel chaos ensued.
The thought of being stuck in an airport for an indeterminate number of hours"days even"made me shudder in sympathy for my poor fellow human beings.
I couldn"t imagine dealing with that on top of the week I"d just had. I liked to think I was someone who was usually cool and collected, but lately my emotions were so close to the surface I was almost afraid of them. I asked the universe to forgive me my self-absorption, thankful that I was not someone who wasn"t going to make it home today, and continued on my path to the gate desk. There was no one in line, and the man behind it began to smile in welcome as I approached.
"Hi, I was wondering"Oof!" I winced as a laptop bag attached to a big guy whacked against my right shoulder, knocking me back on my heels. The big guy didn"t even realize he"d hit me as he strode right past and cut in ahead of me.
"I"d like tae upgrade tae first class, please," he said in a deep, loud, rumbling, very attractive accent that did nothing to soothe my annoyance with him for cutting in front of me.
"Of course, sir," the gate agent answered, in such a flirtatious tone I was sure that if I"d been tall enough to see over the big guy"s shoulder I would see the agent batting his lashes at him. "Okay, flight DL180 to Boston. You"re in luck, Mr. Scott. We have one seat left in first class."
Oh, hell no!
"What"" I shoved my way up next to Rude Guy, not even looking at him.
The gate agent, sensing my tone, immediately narrowed his eyes at me and thinned his lips.
"I was coming here to ask for an upgrade on this flight and he""I gestured to my right""cut in front of me. You saw him do it."
"Miss, I"m going to ask you to calm down and wait your turn. Although we have a very full flight today, I can put you on our list and if a first-class seat opens up, we will let you know."
Yeah, because the way my week was going, that was likely.
"I was first," I insisted, my skin flushing as my blood had turned so hot with anger at the unfairness. "He whacked me with his laptop bag pushing past me to cut in line."
"Can we just ignore this tiny, angry person and upgrade me now"" the deep, accented voice said somewhere above my head to my right.
His condescension finally drew my gaze to him.
And everything suddenly made sense.
A modern-day Viking towered over me, my attention drawing his from the gate agent. His eyes were the most beautiful I"d ever seen. A piercing ice blue against the rugged tan of his skin, the irises like pale blue glass bright against the sun streaming in through the airport windows. His hair was dark blond, short at the sides and longer on top. And even though he was not my type, I could admit his features were entirely masculine and attractive with his short, dark blond beard. It wasn"t so much a beard as a thick growth of stubble. He had a beautiful mouth, a thinner top lip but a full, sensual lower lip that gave him a broody, boyish pout at odds with his ruggedness. Gorgeous as his mouth may be, it was currently curled upward at one corner in displeasure.