Happy Landings

One of my characters, Annabelle Drake from Hell Bent, is afraid to fly. She’s not just slightly against it or gently opposed to it, either. She absolutely, hands-down despises it and would almost do anything else. Luckily for her, she has a man who isn’t afraid to knock her ass out in order to get her on the plane, so she gets to land without ever knowing she’s taken off.
Me, on the other hand? I’m horribly conscious for the entire duration, and believe me – Annabelle Drake and I have a LOT in common.
Which brings me to the point at hand. I’m about to get on a plane again. For as much as I abhor it, I sure do a lot of air travel. Only, I don’t have Jack Thane to sneak up behind me with his incredible grace and stealth and put me to sleep. I have to find some other way to get my mind off of the possibility that at any second, I might tumble from the skies and be far too AWARE of my impending doom for several seconds – even minutes – before I hit the ground.
But no problem. I’ve got something that just might do the trick.
I’m working on the first book in the new BBW spinoff series, The Kings. It’s hot, it’s full of dangerously hot good guys and cruel, charismatic bad guys, and all of the shades of gray in-between. If I can just focus on what Hot Baddie is planning to do next, and what smart, loveable Heroine and Mr. Not-as-bad-as-the-other-guy are going to do about it, I might be able to get through the next seven hours.
Wish me luck.