on March 9, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Love & Romance, New Adult
Lynsie Fox has what she considers to be a perfect life. Married to Lincoln, a military pilot, she's living the Army life she's always loved. Being a sucker for great love stories, Lynsie makes it her mission to find Lincoln's best friend and co-pilot, Dax Adams, a good woman.
Losing the one woman he's ever loved, Dax attempts to be a good sport by playing along in Lynsie's match-making scheme. However, Dax is certain he will never get the woman of his dreams.
But life doesn't always fly smoothly. When turbulence strikes, Lynsie watches her world crash and burn around her, leaving her empty with broken wings. Despite her grief, can she mend the pieces back together and learn to fly again?
I love a military storyline, especially when it is well written and Erika Ashby did an amazing job with this book. As a military brat and now a military wife, I can relate to this story on such a personal level and it brought out a lot of emotions in me. I felt like it wasn’t just a well written story, but also a tribute to military members and the wives and families that live this life as well.
“To me, being around the military is the only way of life”
Growing up with an Army pilot for a father, it was only natural for Lynsie to then marry an Army man who was also a pilot. For Lynsie and Lincoln Fox, it was almost love at first sight and you could feel the love that these two shared and the strong relationship they built. Erika did a great job of allowing readers to really experience the devotion, passion, friendship, and love that these two shared.
“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything in my entire life. You own me, Lynsie. I’ve never even had a choice.”
Dax Adams and Lincoln grew up together and are best friends. He followed Lincoln into the Army and is now a huge part of Lincoln and Lynsie’s life. Since Lynsie is so ridiculously in love, she wants that for her friend Dax as well and proceeds to play matchmaker to help him find that special someone. This trio seems to have it all, until it comes crashing down around them and they are left to pick up the broken pieces of what used to be their lives together.
“When you feel like you’re falling, don’t forget to spread your winds.”
The angst, gripping pain, and heartache in this story had my heart hurting. I felt every raw emotion and tear that was shed (and shed more than a few myself). I felt a strong connection to all of these characters and the way that their lives intertwined together. I did think at times the story could have progressed a little quicker, but perhaps this time was needed to really show the emotions the characters were dealing with. This is a beautiful stand-alone book that shouldn’t be missed.
We waste no time stripping each other down once we make it back home.
“You know what I love most?” Lincoln asks as his tongue dances across my bare stomach.
“Hmm,” is all I can manage as I lift my back, pressing myself closer to his mouth of goodness.
“The way you taste.” He licks circles around my navel, teasing my body in a way only he knows best. “The way you taste, baby, it puts every rainbow to shame.”
“Taste the rainbow,” I moan as his mouth continues its path down my waist.
“I plan on licking my way to your pot of the gold.” His hot breath against my inner thigh shoots a jolt of electricity through my body.
I giggle and moan all at once. “All yours, baby,” I gasp as I turn to putty beneath him.
“Say it again,” he demands as he nips and licks, teasing my skin.
“I’m yours. Only yours. Always yours,” I manage to pant before he swipes his tongue right where I want him most. My hands are firm against his head pulling at his short locks, holding him in place as he licks and fingers me until I come undone around his mouth.
He kisses his way back up my body and slides between my legs. I feel him at my entrance, but he stays put until he’s face to face with me. Grabbing me by my chin, he tilts my face up to look him square in the eyes.
“And I am yours. Only yours. I will always be yours,” he breathes against my lips before claiming them. His lips against mine are firm, needy, and full of passion as he pushes himself inside me.
I moan into his mouth as our tongues battle for control. He’ll win. He always does, but in cases such as this, I gladly accept defeat.