Once her pants are back on, she’s outta there. This makes me exceedingly antsy to get a pilot’s license, let me tell you.Īmanda’s problem, emotionally speaking, is one I don’t see too often in a romance heroine: she is very unwilling to get close to people or to become emotionally vulnerable to them. She decides spur of the moment to head off in the small jet she flies – and isn’t that a problem without alerting the FAA or something? Isn’t there some required paperwork? It’s not like you can just jump in the jet and go, is it?)ĮTA: I stand corrected! Yes, you can hop in the plane and go. (Also, and I could be wrong here, but is it possible that she can fly a private plane but not always have to file a flight plan. You think she has that stitched on a sampler somewhere? On the side of a barn maybe? Because damn. Live to the extreme, take chances, go places, don’t wait for anything you want, go out and find it or make it happen. You can rest during your long dirt nap when you finally slide off the runway of life. His motto was Live til your fuel tank is in the red and then keep on going.

There was only one member of the Bauer clan who was at all like her: Uncle Frank. So when a character’s internal monologue is an infodump, I want to leave her head and go visit someone else’s.įirst, the story opens with a whole lot of Amanda’s inner thoughts, and it can get supremely irritating, the amount of info dumpery that lives in this girl’s cranium. Dialogue is one of my favorite parts of fiction to read. If characters speak in a way that is utterly unrealistic, I lose patience almost immediately. But really, my irritation has mostly to do with dialogue. I’ve joked that a duke can drive a Porsche to Almack’s and it won’t bother me a bit, but on contemporary romances I’m much more picky. The problems were mostly questions of accuracy and infodumpage. The trouble is, there’s more than just hot pants between them. When she decides to accept his invitation to a Halloween party he’s attending for a prospective client of his company’s, and decides to try to instigate a one night stand, he’s all for it.

And her flight of one? A very good looking man named Reese Campbell. So Amanda’s standing on the tarmac in a vintage flight attendant’s costume from the early 70s, complete with boots and hot pants. It’s Halloween, and the client who cancels is one of her favorite people – an older lady who told her she had to dress in costume.

Amanda Bauer is a pilot for her uncle’s small private aviation firm, and when a client cancels at the last minute, she has a flight of one instead of five from Pittsburgh to Chicago. I mentioned this book during a giveaway last week: it’s a light and fun contemporary that’s sexy and poignant at some moments.

Asking For Trouble by Leslie Kelly