Archer by Pandora Snow

Monday stands between me and the prestigious title of Fighter Pilot. One day, and one sexy, voluptuous woman, also gunning for the honor. I’ll stop at nothing to come out on top; of the fierce race, and her intoxicatingly sassy body.

ARCHER
Sacrificing my personal life is a necessary price to earn a coveted position on an elite military squadron.
Until a pair of hypnotizing bouncing peaches runs past my cocky ego, and nearly falls victim to an attack.
My heroic efforts render her beholden to my handsome blue eyes.
When I’m forced (okay blessed) to tend her wound, and drink in plush generous bosoms, passions ignite.
But not all men have honor and restraint like me.
A familiar face competing with us is allegedly behind the string of assaults.
The intrinsic obligation I feel to protect Lexi’s delicate emotions and body is overwhelming.
Her vulnerabilities and open heart are drawing me more deeply into her world with each breath.
So what do I do?
My inexperience jumps the gun in a moment of emotional chaos and asks her a question neither of us is ready for.
Only one of us will make the squadron.
The other will be left far behind.
Can you fall in forever love in five short days?
I sure as hell hope so.
If not, I won’t survive.

LEXI
Competing with cocksure self-assured men is testing my emotional and physical capacities.
I’m fighting an unfair male chauvinistic battle for the exclusive opportunity to fly a sexy F-22 Raptor.
I love catching fellow personnel off guard and test gauging their ability to maintain respectful boundaries.
Not all of them do.
When I’m assaulted by one of our own, Archer comes to the rescue.
He’s stealing my heart, and unquenchably thirsty body, with each word he speaks.
But falling too deeply isn’t wise. The chances we’ll both make the cut are slim.
Plus, Archer’s only had one true love in his life, and she married his best friend.
Does his heart truly have space for me?
Monday’s looming heavily on both our turbulent minds.
I’m willing to take a chance and get my heart broken.
He isn’t.
Only one of us will make the squadron.
I hope to hell it’s not me.