*~*Call Sign Karma by Jamie Rae – Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway*~*

Love in the no-fly zone…

 

Distraught over the loss of her brother in a fighter jet accident, Tinklee Pinkerton decides to follow in his footsteps and prove the tragedy wasn’t his fault. But when she’s chosen as the first woman to fly the Air Force’s F-35, her plan for a life that revolves around work is thrown off course by a handsome, mysterious stranger…

 

Thanks to Locke’s seductive British accent, sweet nature, and one too many beers, Tink is soon inspired to throw caution to the wind and herself into his arms. She thinks maybe love can heal after all—until she discovers Locke is her superior officer. Tink has no problem risking her life in the air, but with everything on the line, is she brave enough to risk her heart on the ground?

Stitch was by my side within seconds, grabbing my hand and looking me over. My boot tugged as a tearing sound ripped through the air. Damn. They cut the lace. With a fuzzy mind and throbbing head, I couldn’t help but regret that I didn’t cut it myself.    Stupid.

“Shit Tink, are you okay?” Stitch steadied me as I sat up.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Lie. Of. The. Century. I wanted to die, but first I wanted to kick someone’s ass.

I threw a pissed off glance in the direction of Mojo then snuck a quick peek at the Brit instructor, still praying that it was all a mistake.

Nope. He stood above me, looking the same, but so different. He had a bruise under his left eye—a stark remind of last night. The sexy smirk and quiet confidence were gone, replaced by thinly drawn lips and dark cold eyes.

“Take her to Major Rex’s office,” Flight Lieutenant Sinclair commanded. He dropped his hands to his hips and sighed loudly without a glance in my direction. “The flight doc is on his way. The jackasses that tied the boot can join her.”

The way he looked past me hurt worse than the damn crack to the head. I knew he couldn’t show any outright affection because of his position. Sleeping with a student was definitely taboo, but was it really necessary to have me removed like yesterday’s trash?

“I’m sure as hell not letting these dumbasses take her alone,” Stitch said as large hands gripped my elbows and helped me to stand. The two guys who were sitting in front of me joined him. They were shadowed next to his burly frame.

“I’m fine. I don’t need to see the doctor,” I replied and pulled my arm away. No weakness.

“It wasn’t a request,” my knight-turned-asshole said. He turned and walked to the front of the room without a look in my direction. “All right, Yanks. Get your heads out of your arses and back into the game.”

I had been dismissed.

     With my pride trampled, I stormed out of the room. I saw stars, first from what was probably a mild concussion, and second from my anger. I wanted to faint and throw up. Simultaneously. And that would have looked even more fantastic then my head banging, ass-crash I performed. This circus act was ready for the road.