Amelia Sawyer is looking for adventure outside her ordinary life. She hires bush pilot
Brody Kern to fly her into the South American jungle, expecting a dashing, debonair
version of Indiana Jones, but Amelia butts heads with the brooding, gruff man.
Brody Kern, former Air Force fighter pilot, doesn’t need another Sawyer determined
to find the elusive Paraíso. People had been hurt or killed trying to find the mysterious
place, including Amelia’s aunt, but Brody’s business partner has cleaned out their
account and taken off with the money. Now Jeremy’s bookie is breathing down Brody’s
neck, threatening to break his kneecaps, or worse, if he doesn’t pay his friend’s gambling
As Brody and Amelia hunt down the treasure with every criminal in the area wanting a
piece, will it be the adventure of a lifetime—or will it result in heartbreaking betrayal?
Sensuality Level: Sensual
The door to the hangar flew open. Brody popped his head out. “Miss Sawyer, we have to
go. Right now. Move it.”
Not the words she wanted to hear, but his tone and the red welt on his cheek got her
moving. Clutching her bags like a shield, she hurried toward the hangar, tripping only
once in her rush to see what happened.
She stumbled through the door. “What happened?” she asked, staring at the crumpled
body of Mr. Newton and another man she didn’t recognize on the floor.
Brody, who was throwing side panels on the plane, barked, “Get in the plane.”
“That plane?” Getting in the red and white piece of tin didn’t sound like a good idea. The
plane looked even less reliable than his Land Rover. And wasn’t that an engine part lying
on the floor beside his toolbox?
“She’ll run fine.” Brody ran around to the other side of the plane, obviously to finish his
hasty repair and put his plane back together. “Now, get the hell in.”
Mr. Newton groaned.
“I’m not sure about this,” she said. “What did you do to them?”
“Nothing they didn’t invite.”
In other words, he wasn’t going to tell her.
“If you don’t get in this plane right now, then our friends there are going to wake up and
they aren’t going to be happy. They want the map, Miss Sawyer, and I have no intention
of giving it to them. Do you?”
Amelia shook her head, looking at the two men who were beginning to stir. “Okay,
okay.” She hurried toward the plane. “You’re giving me answers to your change of heart
just as soon as we get out of here, Brody Kern.”
He opened the door for her, took her bags and tossed them in the back, then lifted her in
the front seat before he slammed the door closed. Once he was in the seat next to her, he
brought the plane to life. It choked and sputtered before gaining power.
Reaching over her shoulder, she put on a seatbelt as Brody maneuvered the plane out of
the hangar and onto the runway, which was nothing more than a cleared path through the
jungle. The plane bounced and shook as they gained speed. It was nothing like the jet she
flew in on. Nothing at all.
She had loved the plane ride over. Loved flying the second she set foot on the jet. Maybe
because it was the official start of her adventure, but either way, it was more fun than
this. Safer, for sure. Brody’s plane sounded like a tank rattling down the road and it rode
like one too. And she thought his Land Rover was bad. It felt like riding in a tin can with
seats. Very close quarters. Every time they hit a bump, her shoulder hit Brody’s.
“Are we going fast enough?” Amelia asked, worried they would hit the end of the runway
before they gained enough speed. “Do you know how to fly this thing?”
Brody didn’t answer, just concentrated on his task. He seemed confident enough with his
hands on the oddly shaped steering wheel and his eyes watching the many dials. She had
one of the funny shaped wheels on her side too, but she didn’t touch it. It moved with
Brody’s so she let him have it.
Nerves pounding, heart pumping, Amelia held on for dear life as they barreled down
the runway. Frightened and excited, she watched the runway get shorter. Her life was in
Brody’s hands and somehow that exhilarated her. Trees rushed past, her heart raced.
They were almost at the end of the path. Trees loomed ahead, tall and unyielding,
creating a barrier. Amelia gripped the seat in anticipation.
They weren’t going to make it.
Jennifer Lowery lives in Michigan where she spends her time writing stories feature
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