Today we welcome RJ Scott with
Flight HA1710 Book #1
Co-Pilot Lachlan Donaghue wakes up in hospital, a survivor of the crash of Flight HA1710, with memory loss and the suspicion that he could be at fault for the tragic accident. When everything becomes too much he goes home to hide, back to the small Scottish town he grew up in and to his family home.
Rory Kendrick watches the news, sees every hour of the disaster unfold but never thinks that Lachlan was in the middle of it all. Or that his friend will be forced to come back home to hide and to heal. What Lachlan needs is a friend, not a lover, but sometimes the lines are just too blurred to make any sense.
Lachlan made his way upstairs, brushed his teeth, and stripped to his boxers and the T-shirt before climbing into the big oak bed. Without conscious thought, he eased himself over to his side of the bed. He punched and fussed with the pillow until it was right, then lay down. The scents of Rory surrounded him: the detergent they had always used, the faint smell of Rory’s deodorant, the traces of Irish evening air through the cracked-open window. Outside he heard a mumbling, rumbling sound, the noise of Rory talking, possibly to the goats, or more likely to the sky.
Because Rory did things like that, standing firm on his land and considering his life with the wide-open hills and sky around him. He was a creature of the earth: always had been, always would be.
“That’s not me,” Lachlan muttered into his pillow. “I want to fly.”
Sleep evaded him, and he turned to face the door, blinking at the moonlight through the open window. Fuck, he needed to shut the drapes if he had any hope of sleeping through the early-morning sun. He got out of the bed, which had begun to warm nicely around him, and crossed to the window. From there he could see enough in the moonlight to spot Rory standing by the goats, his head tilted to the sky.
Gorgeous. That hadn’t changed. From boy to man, Rory was special. Broad, strong, certain, and steadfast, he’d been there every day for Lachlan, who never sat quite so comfortably here.
Did Lachlan really still have a place in Rory’s heart? He couldn’t have now, not after so long. Because surely there was nothing of Rory in Lachlan’s heart.
Liar. Who did you think of when you first woke up? Who did you want by your side? Fucking liar is what you are.
Distracted by the fact he was experiencing some kind of internal battle, he shut the window and climbed back into bed, lying on his side of the bed, plumped the pillow, then laid his head down.
Sleep would be a long time coming, he was sure of it.
The dreams chased him as soon as he fell, dreams that turned into nightmarish images he couldn’t possibly remember. Fire and mud and rain and the stillness of death—and it was all his fault.
Fingers pointed at him. Head in the clouds, leaving everything behind, what did you expect? You killed us…. Then the pain and the shouting and the horror of what he’d done.
He woke up crying, his nightmares carrying through to being awake.
Lachlan felt the bed dip, felt strong arms wrap around him, and heard soft words.
And wrapped in safety, he slept.
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About RJ Scott:
As an avid reader herself, she can be found reading anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror. However, her first real true love will always be the world of romance where she takes cowboys, bodyguards, firemen and billionaires (to name a few) and writes dramatic and romantic stories of love and passion between these men.
With over seventy titles to her name and counting, she is the author of the award winning book, The Christmas Throwaway. She is also known for the Texas series charting the lives of Riley and Jack, and the Sanctuary series following the work of the Sanctuary Foundation and the people it protects.
Her goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.
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