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?
Amanda's 5 Star Review!
Let me first start off by saying I have been an Erika Ashby fan before everyone knew her as Erika Ashby :) I have been super excited for this book since Erika first told me she was working on it. I loved every page! I couldn't put it down. Do you know how hard it is to not put a book down chasing around an 8 month old whose learned to crawl! ITS HARD!!! But I had to keep reading, this story is worth the not putting the book down!
I loved the dialogue between the characters and I have to say that Erika truly is growing as an author! You go sista! I am so excited to promote Broken Wings! I absolutely give this book 5 stars! (yes I am being evasive because its a book you must read!)
okay okay.. .I will tell you a little bit about it. Let's start with Lynsie. I love her and can relate to her because I am a hairstylist (well I was before I became a stay at home momma/blogger) and she is just funny. Then there is Lincoln and let me say, he is easy to love! Then there is Dax. Lynsie is always trying to find a woman for Dax, but from the get go I pick up that there is only one woman for Dax. When tragedy strikes does he finally get the woman his eyes are set on?
Well I suppose you need to read it to find out :)
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.
Being born an "Army Brat", Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a happily married woman who has 5 kids between her and her husband. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.