Our second #TeaserTuesday today brings us this hot, cute cover for Fear of Flying by KC Elle. Only one bed, forced proximity, almost insta-love, this sounds so wonderful I think I'm going to add it straight to my TBR list. You won't have long to wait, it'll be in your hands on July 11th.
From the blurb:
๐๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ. ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐. ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ๐น๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฏ๐๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ณ๐น๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐?
๐ฃ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฏ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ’๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ. ๐ฅ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ. ๐ง๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐. ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐’๐ ๐๐๐บ๐, ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐. ๐จ๐’๐ ๐๐บ๐ฟ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐—๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐—๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ ๐๐๐. ๐ก๐พ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ’๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐, ๐๐พ’๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ. ๐ฒ๐, ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐, ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐’๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐.
๐ด๐๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐๐ ๐น๐บ๐ผ๐.
๐น๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐ง๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐’๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐’๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐พ, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐พ. ๐ ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐บ๐ป๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐พ. ๐ ๐ผ๐ผ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ, ๐ฉ๐พ๐, ๐๐’๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ’๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ. ๐ง๐พ’๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ’๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐ข๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐’๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐. ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐พ’๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ.
๐ถ๐๐พ๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ-๐๐ฟ-๐ซ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐-๐ ๐ ๐ -๐ถ๐พ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐ฃ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐๐ ๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐-๐ณ๐พ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ฝ-๐๐ฟ-๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐บ๐ผ๐, ๐ฃ๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐น๐บ๐ผ๐’๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ผ๐๐พ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐ ๐. ๐ ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐๐๐—๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐—๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐.
๐ ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฟ๐พ๐ผ๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ, ๐๐’๐ ๐ผ๐ ๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐’๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐. ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ “๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ” ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐๐๐?
๐๐๐๐ง ๐ค๐ ๐๐ก๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐บ, ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด-๐ต๐ฐ-๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ, ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ-๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต-๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ (๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ข๐บ, ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด) ๐จ๐ข๐บ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ, ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ท๐ช๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ—๐ข ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง-๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ด.
๐๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ป๐๐บ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐ผ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐.
Excerpt:
Zach let out a breathy laugh and smiled softly at Drew, which made another flush of heat run through him. “To a superhero of a seatmate? For saving me from the terror of takeoff . . . and who will . . . hopefully also be willing to save me from the torture of landing too?”
Drew swallowed and nodded. “Of course,” he managed to rasp out, his mouth suddenly having gone dry.
They “clinked” their plastic cups together and each took a long sip. At the sight of the slight twinkle in Zach’s eye, Drew was immediately thankful that they wouldn’t have to part ways until reaching Dallas. He really didn’t like the idea of their time together coming to an end, even though he couldn’t explain what was happening or what it meant.
He’d always been lonely. Everything, his whole existence, had been lonely. But it hadn’t really mattered all that much because he’d never really been attracted to anyone—physically or otherwise—and certainly not to this extent. This was beyond anything he’d experienced or any reality he’d ever imagined. And he still really wasn’t sure if it was real.
A sudden jolt and jerk of the airplane made them both pitch forward slightly, their snack packets sliding to the floor as the telltale tone of the captain turning on the seat belt sign rang out. Drew watched as the color drained from Zach’s face and his eyes screwed shut. The plane jerked again, and there was a thunderous rattling and banging that Drew assumed could only be the carry-ons shifting in the overhead bins. Drew heard a chorus of gasps and murmurs from the other passengers, and at least one baby started crying.
His stomach clenched, and almost instinctively, he found himself reaching out to take Zach’s drink from him. He set it on his own tray table and then grabbed Zach’s hand and held tight. “Hey, Zach. Listen to me,” he said, leaning closer to Zach’s ear to make sure he could hear and keeping his tone clear and even. “You gotta listen, okay? It’s just a little turbulence. Happens all the time on thousands and thousands of flights a day, and they all land safely.”
Zach’s eyes were still screwed shut, and his knuckles were white, his hand closed tightly around Drew’s. Another bump and pitch of the plane elicited a whimper from Zach and almost sent Zach’s drink flying.
Quickly, Drew set his drink down and picked up Zach’s. “Here, why don’t you go ahead and chug your drink? Help calm those nerves just a bit. Can you do that?”
Zach peeked out at Drew from the corner of his eye, and Drew held the plastic cup out for him. If Zach had been capable of a skeptical look, Drew was sure he’d be seeing it right now.
“I know, slim chance of actually calming down, right? Heh.” At least Zach’s eyes were a bit more open and focused on Drew now, though they squeezed shut again when the plane shook violently for a few seconds before stilling once more. “I know. I know. God, I’m so sorry right now, Zach. But stay with me, okay? If you don’t think it’ll calm your nerves, maybe—maybe would you be willing to chug it down so that it doesn’t spill on either of us? Because that would really suck, one or the both of us with wet pants. Right?”
Drew caught half a smile from Zach, and if it hadn't been so loud in the cabin, he was sure he might have heard a chuckle. This time, Zach did manage a skeptical look, but Drew just grinned and held up the drink. “Please?”
Fear of Flying by KC Elle will be available on July 11th. Only one bed, forced proximity, almost insta-love, yum!
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