Thursday, January 16, 2014

Blog Tour Stop!- Turbulent Passion (Flyboy Trilogy #1) by G.L. Ross

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Title:  Turbulent Passion (Flyboy Trilogy #1)
Author:  G.L. Ross
Print Length: 213 pages
Publication Date: December 30th 2013
Goodreads URL: HERE
Plot:  ***This book is for ages 18 & over due to sex and language*** Bold, arrogant, and gorgeous are three words which describe the playboy of International Air, Captain Lance Miller. Unbeknownst, to everyone touching Lance’s life, is the fact Lance harbors a secret, a secret which continues to affect his relationship with all women. Love and trust do not exist in Lance’s world, only lust, sex, dominance, and an occasional busty blond.

Naïve, new hire, Flight Attendant, Lisa Price recently graduated from college and is desperately searching for her destiny, a destiny which at this time does not include a man, especially a pilot. Lisa is driven to succeed in all areas of her life, but she too has a secret. A secret she must choose to be embarrassed by or to honorably embrace.

Is it possible these polar opposites will find passion and trust in each other’s arms, enabling them to relinquish control and share their secrets, or is their attraction far too turbulent to pursue?

Discover Lance & Lisa’s secrets in Book One of the Flyboy Trilogy: Turbulent Passion.


Turbulent Passion, was an okay read for me. It did have some similarities to R.K. Lilley's Up in the Air Series and a few classic clichés that I see in books such as:

★blonde virgin stewardess meets womanizing playboy on a flight. EXCEPT, he's a pilot and NOT a billionaire (UITA Series reference here)
★they both instantly feel a keen sense of spark and attraction for one another
★some push and pull occurs with the female heroine of course giving into the male in the end. A relationship forms.
★they fall in love
★and then a BIG cliffhanger ensues that will leave you reeling

BUT, other than that it was different.

I'm not bringing up the other book to judge or belittle this book in any way. It's just... I don't know.

In all fairness, I did like this book but at the same time I also thought it was kind of odd. As I had described earlier during my first reading progress, how would you feel about literally being plagued of your dream girl but not being able to quench the real thing? So you dally in meaningless dalliances until you're able to find the real thing? That's what proceeds here and it kind of baffles me.

I, too, dream of a particular guy(s) in my dream from time to time. But, the difference is, is that I've actually seen or met them. They're not just a random person that I've concocted out of nowhere and get all obsessed over to the point of where the moment I were to see that person in reality I'd be set on pursuing them.

I mean, the guy is supposed to be some kind of womanizer but when he sees his dream girl in flesh and blood he then goes all gungho on her. Hmmm....

Gosh, what to say. It's likable. Really it is. Notice my three star rating? But at the same time, it's a little bewildering.

My Rating:
-Overall : 8
-Plot : 8
-Writing : 8
-Characters : 8
-Cover : 9


Chapter One
Every night I see her in my dreams. Honestly, I can’t remember a single night I didn’t dream of her. Her mesmerizing emerald green eyes began haunting me in my early teens. I would wake from a wet dream, with her eyes penetrating my thoughts and desires. For years, I searched for her in malls, movie theatres, at sporting events, but to no avail. Eventually, I surrendered my hopes and dreams of finding the “green-eyed goddess” and began screwing every brick-house blond I could find.
I relentlessly tried to erase and escape the memories of the goddesses’ long blond hair, her perfect petite body with sculpted tits and perky nipples, and the way my hands fit perfectly around her tiny, tempting, curvy waist. But, damn it, I can’t forget her alluring smile as she wraps her toned legs around my waist and lowers onto my hard, pulsing dick. We fit – together – perfectly. Her green eyes turn black as our ride delves deeper and I push her toward her second scream worthy orgasm. Her creamy, sweet, ivory skin drives me wild, especially her soft, silky neck, which is completely exposed when her head drops back as she cums. My tongue traces and teases her every nook and cranny until I can no longer resist biting her gorgeous, plump bottom lip. Her eyes flash open wide in response. Hunger radiates in her eyes. We never get enough of each other. She makes me feel things I never imagined possible. I never thought I could desire one person twenty-four hours a day, but I do. Who is this green eyed goddess?
Trust me, I realize she is a fantasy, but even after twenty years, every single, testosterone filled day, I continue my search for her, in airport terminals and hotel lobbies. Hell, what would I do if I found her? Attack and grope her? Sure, I can see it now, “You don’t know me but we have hot, mind blowing sex together. We have for twenty years.” That would go over well…Not!
I need a cold shower, along with a reality check. Wonder if I have a curvy blond on tonight’s flight attendant crew? Someone to bury myself in while I close my eyes and imagine those gorgeous, green eyes glazing over as I palm her firm, full breast, while rubbing my thumb over her erect nipple. Damn! I am obsessed!

Maybe I’ll go to graduate school. I could become a psychologist; all my friends think I am their twenty-four hour on-call shrink anyway.
Maryanne rang me at two thirty this morning. Woke me up to cry and complain about how Matt had broken her heart. “He is so unromantic. It is our one year anniversary and he takes me to an action flick. An action flick, can you believe that Lisa? Then he wants to go do it in the back of his car, really? I mean really?” I wait to make sure she is really finished. Maryanne asks numerous questions, but doesn’t actually want you to respond, to any of them. She merely wants to vent to the Universe.
“Maryanne, has Matt ever done anything you wanted to do the entire time you’ve been seeing him? No, he hasn’t.” This time I won’t allow her time to answer my question. Yes, I am annoyed. She woke me up to complain about Matt’s, unfortunately, normal behavior, which she chooses to put up with on a daily basis. There’s absolutely no need for her to answer the question or make excuses for him or herself.
“But, Lisa he loves me. I know he does.” Blah, blah, blah.
I bury my head under my large, fluffy pillow. “Okay, let’s say he does, just for grins sake, but does he respect you? Obviously not, so move on and find someone who deserves you and cares about your feelings. Men need to treat women with respect and love. Never settle for less, Maryanne.”
“Lisa, you are so strong. I’m not like you. I’m not that strong, plus I get lonely. I don’t know what I would do without Matt. I can’t go without someone, like you do.” Thanks for reminding me.
Frustration builds as I roll onto my back; turning my head I stare at the time on the alarm clock. “Maryanne, Maryanne,” I condescendingly mutter. “Go see Matt later today and tell him how he made you feel. Now, please, for the love of Pete, get some sleep. Good night - good morning - good whatever the hell time of day it is.”
“Night, Lisa. I love you, thanks for listening.”
I can’t help but moan while dropping the phone back on my bedside table. Why is it women allow themselves to be treated disrespectfully? I would rather be alone then be with someone like Matt.
“Anyway, back to present day and today’s mission. Graduate school in psychology might work. I could even find a part time job while going to classes or work during the day and classes at night. Of course I’d better get busy applying to universities today, it may be too late to apply and receive acceptance.” Why am I speaking out loud to myself? I really need to get a life and soon.
I locate the graduate school application site for The University of Texas at Dallas. “Let’s see, age? Twenty-three.” Yes, I took the five year plan through college. I changed degrees three times and dropped classes due to late night partying causing oversleeping of 8:00 AM classes. Why would anyone want to teach an 8:00 AM class? Ugh, painful memory.
“What?” I respond to an unexpected knock at my door, “Who could that be?” Speaking to the air, again, Lisa. You really need to stop talking to yourself.
My vibrant friend, Lucy, greets me at the door. Lucy is really short, petite, and a bundle full of energy. We met doing volunteer work last summer at the animal shelter. We weren’t much help though, because we wanted to play with all of the animals rather than clean their cages.
“Hey girl, what are you doing?”
Lucy pats me on the face and heads into my den while extending a backwards compliment, “Oh, Miss Lisa. You are so pretty, even without your make up.” That’s my Lucy. She knows I hate wearing make-up, especially when at home. I figure I’m not going anywhere to try and impress anyone, so why hassle with it. Lucy, on the other hand, always looks perfect and doesn’t know or understand the true meaning of dressing casual. If she runs to the grocery store she has full make-up and hair. She’s a flight attendant for International Air and seems to think she is always on a plane; crisp and perfect all the frickin’ time.
“Lisa, I’ve had a fabulous idea, so you need to dig out a picture of you smiling and with make-up; a color one that shows off those magnificent green eyes.”
I climb into my oversized yellow chair, tucking my legs under my tush. “Lucy, please have a seat and why do you need my picture?”
Lucy chooses to sit on the edge of my robin egg blue sofa, crossing her ankles, again so prim and proper. “You, my dear, are filling out an application to be a flight attendant, with me! Isn’t that great?”  She exuberantly declares.
 “I can’t be a flight attendant. I don’t even like flying. My ears hurt and I absolutely hate heights.”
Flashing her dynamic, “hello – good-bye,” smile she attempts to convince me, “It will be fine. When you are talking to passengers your ears stay open and you never have time to look out the window, so you will have no idea how high you are.”
I attempt an explanation, “I was filling out an application for grad school when you knocked on the door. I’ve decided to get my masters in psychology. I’m going to get paid for all of my late night counseling.” That should appease her…maybe.
“That is terrific Lisa, but you can still fly.” Why did I know she would say that? “You will fly on the weekends and go to class during the week. You can even study on your overnights, it is perfect. Now get me that picture.” So much for appeasing her.

Turbulent Passion by G.L. Ross Deleted Scene #1
Upon entering Wayne’s home, Wayne immediately pours a glass of wine. “Wine, Lisa?”
“Sure, but just half a glass.  I’ve already had two glasses and am really sleepy.”
“Do you want to head on to bed?” Oh jeez, no! Now I’m wide awake. Bed? I had not even thought about sleeping arrangements. This night is a complete and total clusterfuck!
“Uh, no, let’s visit and listen to music. I down the half glass of wine and request a refill.” Liquid courage, please come through. How did I not think about sleeping arrangements? Another Freudian slip?
 Wayne turns on some music while explaining, “I created this mix for you, for us. All these songs remind me of you.”
“Wayne, that’s very sweet. You really are too good to me.” A nervous energy flows through my veins. Every word I utter sounds forced.
Wayne sits beside me on the couch draping an arm around my shoulders. “No, you just bring out the best in me, Lisa.” His hand brushes down my cheek and an electrical charge vibrates my senses. “You have no idea how beautiful you are which is what makes you even more stunning. Dance with me.” Wayne stands, takes my wine glass and sits it on the coffee table. Taking my hand he pulls me into his grasp. “I love holding you, smelling you, tasting you.” He nibbles my ear and once again I feel “that” ache. I so want him and I really want to forget Lance. I need to forget Lance. I need Wayne to kiss every inch of me and make “that” ache and Lance’s ache go away. “Do you like it when I kiss you here, Lisa?” He kisses my neck tracing my ear with his tongue.
“Yes,” I breathlessly utter.
“…and here?” He kisses the corner of my mouth. My breathing is labored.
“Yes, very much.”  I think too much, but maybe this is what I need.
Wayne whispers in my ear, “Lisa, do you want me?”
My heart skips a beat. The song on the mix ends and there is silence between songs. “Yes, but I’m scared.”
With a lift of my chin, I look into his intense eyes, his intimidating eyes. “What are you afraid of? I will be gentle.” His hand massages the tension in my neck.
“I’m afraid of you leaving me, of breaking my heart.”
I wish God would send me a sign.
The next song begins to play and Oh My Gosh! It’s Chris Young singing, “Gettin’ You Home Tonight.” Is this a sign God?
“Lisa, why would I ever want to leave you? I told you, ‘you mesmerize me.’ I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone. Let me make love to you, baby.”
I’m stunned, excited, and over the top nervous. The look on his face and the tone in his voice leaves no doubt that he really wants me. Taking my trembling hand in his he leads me to his bedroom. Sometime between the tour of the house and now he has created a seductive backdrop, with candles all over his bedroom and white rose petals spread across the bed. It is a scene out of a romance novel. He is a master of seduction.
Wayne discards my cardigan exposing my hesitant flesh. Soothingly, he slips my camisole strap from my shoulder while spreading feather light kisses across my nape. I close my eyes, enjoying the long anticipated affection as he walks behind me. He lifts my camisole over my head. Opening my eyes I stare at the enticing, yet frightening bed. Standing naked from the waist up, reality slaps me in the face; this is going to happen - tonight. The “master of seduction” massages my shoulders, before exploring my body. His experienced hands make their way to my breasts. His fingers teasingly torment my nipples. My mind flashes to Lance. You have to forget Lance, Lisa. I find myself unconsciously surrendering to Wayne as I lean back into his arms.
His mouth begins, ever so gently, nibbling kisses up and down my neck. Just as I am beginning to relax, Wayne spins me around plunging his tongue into my gaping mouth. The darkness of his eyes says it all. He desires me and he is going to have me tonight, there’s no turning back.
My skirt is on the floor before I know what has happened and his hands are inside my lace panties. Slowly enticing me with his moans he lowers my panties to the floor. Unexpectedly, Wayne abruptly stops his quest. Stepping back, he begins to undress for me. He’s so at ease with his nakedness. I’m frozen and in absolute awe of his beautifully sculpted body. His arms and chest are a sea of muscles, rippling and strong. His narrow hips merge into large, powerful thighs. I want to touch him, but instead I simply stare as he removes his jeans.
Oh my gracious, he definitely desires me - there is no doubt.
 “Take my hand, Lisa.” Nervously, I respond. He leads me to his bed never breaking eye contact. He places a kiss on my palm, prior to placing my hand on his chest. Like a child experimenting with a new toy, I stroke and search the strong and sturdy muscles that lure me. I do want him. My mind, heart, and flesh are viciously warring with each other. Weakened by the night’s activities and the desire to forget I search for the tangible; I choose to focus on the sexy man standing in front of me, nude, desiring to possess me. Nothing else matters at this moment. My flesh wins the war.
“Lisa, I will ask you again, ‘do you want me? Do you want me to make love to you? Here? Right now?’”
 I nod my head affirmatively.
With his hands on my shoulders, Wayne sternly demands, “No Lisa, I told you one day you would beg me to release the passion inside of you, so I need to hear you say it.”

I stand perfectly still while listening to the intense pounding of my racing heart. I’m desperately trying to absorb this monumental moment. A man is about to make love to me. My mind is screaming, “No,” but my flesh has surrendered and is waving the white flag. Releasing my held breath I softly respond, “Wayne, kiss every inch of me - I want you, now.”

Turbulent Passion by G.L. Ross Music Playlist
Toby Keith “You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This” from CD album: How Do You Like Me Now?
Thompson Square “If I Didn’t Have You” from CD album: Just Feels Good
Il Divo CD Album: An Evening with Il Divo – Live in Barcelona
Josh Groban CD Album: Closer
Alex Clare “Damn Your Eyes” from CD album: The Lateness of the Hour
Etta James “Damn Your Eyes” from CD album: Gold
Chris Young “Gettin’ You Home” from CD album: The Man I Want to Be
Chris Young “Aw Naw” from CD album: A.M.
Also listened to these artists while writing Turbulent Passion:
Rascal Flatts “Come Wake Me Up” from CD album: Changed
Tim McGraw CD Album: Tim McGraw and the Dancehall Doctors
Kenny Chesney “You Had Me from Hello” from CD album: Kenny Chesney Greatest Hits
Kelly Clarkson CD Album: Stronger
Blake Shelton CD Album: Red River Blue
Michael Buble’ CD Album: Crazy Love
Journey CD Albums: Frontiers & Escape

Journey & Rascal Flatts CMT Crossroads Special performance

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About the Author:

G.L. Ross is a proud, sixth generation, native Texan. As a true Southern Belle, G.L. has always dreamt of the “happily ever after,” the prince riding in on the white horse sweeping her off her feet. She hasn’t found “Prince Charming” – yet (always an optimist) – but finds him every time she writes about her characters “happily ever after” endings.

Her motto in life is to “always find the good” in every person and situation.

Whether through laughter, prayer, or a glass of wine or vodka, G.L. finds the good in life and shares her sense of humor, love, and adventure in her stories. Take flight with Lance & Lisa in Turbulent Passion, the first book in the Flyboy Trilogy.


Twitter: @GayleL4


Turbulent Passion by G.L. Ross Interview Questions 
Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release. Book one of the Flyboy Trilogy is Turbulent Passion, which happens to be my first contemporary romance. The Flyboy Trilogy is a suspenseful, sexy, love story centered around the airline industry.
How long did it take you to write? Turbulent Passion evolved four times over two and a half years. The final take actually came to me in a dream, which is why Lance’s story unfolds from his dreams.

What inspired you to write this story? Initially I wrote this book as a message for women. I want women to know it is okay, actually honorable, to wait for real love rather than lust. Yes, sex is enjoyable, but making love is out of this world. The story evolved into a suspenseful, humorous, love story; a story that is fun to read, a story that causes you to laugh and cry out loud. A story that makes you search for your significant other.

Of all the characters you’ve ever written, who is your favorite and why? Definitely Captain Lance Miller. Lance is an arrogant manwhore you want to despise, but you can’t help but love him because of the little boy hidden inside him craving love and acceptance. Lance is every woman’s dream, he is a sexual god who will put your satisfaction first, his body makes you drool, his voice makes you pant, he will ride in on his white horse and save you, he will do all of this but only after he checks his hair in the mirror! Lance is yummy, but he knows it which is a turn off, yet at the same time quite humorous. One reader wrote to me, “I love Lance. He is hot, but so in love with himself I have to laugh. I swear if Lance could do himself he would!” Creating Lance is fun because I know so many men like him. Men who are alpha male, arrogant, gorgeous manwhores who literally fall apart when they meet the one woman meant for them. Men will change; improve, but only for one woman – their soul mate.
What would your readers be surprised to learn about you? I was a singer and dancer at Six Flags Over Texas while in college. I performed in the Southern Palace & Crazy Horse Saloon. I love music! I love entertaining.
If you could be any famous person for one day, who would you be and why? If the person doesn’t have to still be living I would say Marilyn Monroe. It would be so fun to be the sexiest woman ever for one day! If the person needs to be alive I would either want to be Oprah or Barbra Streisand. As Oprah I would share my wealth with many foundations and agencies, be very philanthropic. If I were “Babs” I would hold a huge concert and sing my heart out!

If you were stranded on an isolated island, what’s the one book you’d absolutely wish to have with you? The Dummies Survival Guide for being Stranded on an Isolated Island.

Do you collect things, like stamps, or key chains, or shoes? I collect giraffes! I love them!
Favorite food for breakfast? Hmmm my mind is going several directions…Hee-hee.  I guess French toast with powdered sugar and cinnamon. (Delivered by Lance, if possible) J
What is your favorite time of day? Late at night when the house is quiet. I love crawling into bed with a good book.

As a writer, if you could turn back in time and do things differently, would you? What would you change? I would advertise the book several months in advance prior to release…But, better late than never…right? 

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