To The Sky: A Stewardess - A Contemporary Love Story: Flight Attendant, #1

By Roxy Jewell

Roxy Jewell Brings an Epic Account of the Real Romantic World of Sexy Airline Stewardess, Lena Everett

Allow this Contemporary Love Story of betrayal, love, lust, and sexuality tell you the truth about the glamorous world in the sky. 

Once musical-genius Lena Everett’s secret up-in-the-air world finds her bouncing from place to place alongside beautiful airline stewardesses, pilots, and bartenders from all over the world. A martini in hand, she has all the beauty and grandeur to conquer every city she meets. 

And yet: her yearning for her husband, Jason, at home in New York City brings the occasional pitfall to her life. She’s unsure about his level of commitment—unsure if ultimate betrayal will pull them apart. 
 

London to Tokyo. Brooklyn to the Beaches of Florida. Paris to Rome.

Lena will stop at nothing to feel as much as she possibly can—to find the true realm of love and sexuality she needs. She bounces from futuristic Tokyo to the brick-lined Brooklyn apartment she and Jason call home only to discover that the love she had once had is forever lost. 

The most romantic place in the world—her vibrant Rome, Italy—forces her to assess what she really wants in life: passion, color, vibrant conversation. Stunning sex. There, she will meet a man who will change everything with his wicked, Italian nature and his crooked smile. 

When the unlikely pair find themselves a mile in the air, a blossoming storm tossing the plane from left to right, Lena must choose: will she do the right thing? Or will she go down with her plane, fighting for love and passion? 

Will her husband betray her? Will she betray her husband? Will she let several hundred people on the plane nose-dive through the air to meet their demise in the rocky Atlantic Ocean? 
 

Join Lena in her traveling journey by downloading the book today!

• Language: English
• Publisher: JB Publishing Co
• Release date: Jan 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516387670

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1. Greetings from Tokyo

Chapter 2. Morning Sake Bombs and Dangerous Encounters

Chapter 3. Careful, Young Traveler

Chapter 4. An Asshole in the Gentleman Sense

Chapter 5. Florida Keys Foraging

Chapter 6. Somewhere that Looks Like a Dream

Chapter 7. The Weeping Roman

Chapter 8. Stolen Brunch

Chapter 9. May Day. May Day.

About The Author

Books By : Roxy Jewell

Chapter 1. Greetings from Tokyo

The piano was in the greater entrance arena of the Tokyo airport. It was an upright, a little crooked leaning against the pillar in the center, next to the United Airlines check-in. Lena looked at it for a long time before walking toward it, leaning her red head this way and that, watching the way the gleam from the big windows wafted light over the mahogany side.

She hadn’t touched the keys in over a year.

She was rolling her little pert suitcases alongside her fellow United Airlines stewardesses. Megan, to her left, was walking in that way she did, like a figurine at a fashion mall: her hips tipping forward and her legs frolicking long before her. Her chest was nearly hollow, and she knew which part of her body to flaunt. Her eyes flashed, so clearly not noticing the piano. Look at that hunk, she whispered out of the side of her mouth to Megan.

The pilot was on the other side of the piano. Lena had hardly noticed him. His smile was glittering in much the same way the ivory keys were, and his shoulders were broad, lined with strength. He talked a bit with his hands: a bit loose, like he was casual in his appearance, casual in his toned body. Megan, who had been married for many years to a pilot before he had dumped her and ran away with another one of their fellow stewardesses, Monica, only six months before, sighed at the pilot before her with her thin stick shoulders. She had, Lena remembered, lost about thirty pounds since the divorce. Since she had learned that Mike and Monica had taken up residence on the Florida Keys. That Monica was teaching Mike how to scuba dive.

They were a bit early to open up the United Airlines check-in post. The various travelers, young and old—but mostly men with dirty-looking, wrinkled slacks on their way back to America from business trips—lined the walls of the airport in slumped-over positions. They were tired and so ready to mount the ten hour flight home.

Lena didn’t know she had done it. She wheeled her tiny pert suitcase toward the piano—the mysterious piano—and dropped her things tidily to the side. Megan had only just noticed. She spun her head to the side, her nose a single slotted bone all the way down her long face. Lena? she said, confused.

But Lena had already put her fingers to the keys. She started to mold into the keys, feeling the way they gave. Each piano was unique, intricate. She remembered the first time she had touched a piano. Something like four years old, the light gleaming in through her mother’s living room window in much the same way it was now. In this foreign airport. She started humming, then. Hearing the song in her ears that she and Jason had performed in a duet that last semester at Julliard. He had been a pianist, as well. So strong and sturdy over the keys, he had had his way with the piano, in a way that Lena had never seen. He had pounded at it, demanded things from it. And the result was always miraculous. She, on the other hand, had always been far tenderer. Far more loving with the piano. You make it sing, Jason had said.

It had been true. And so much of their life had been music, back then. Of course: Jason had his business minor. But he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do. They were twenty-two years old, and the only thing they had known was how much they could love each other—and in what ways.

Lena thought about this as she tinkered at the piano before her. She was already drawing attention to herself, but none of the men slumped to their sides against the wall was going to yell at the pretty red head calling music into the world. Megan, Lena sensed, had already made her way to the United Airlines counter to begin the opening process. But Lena couldn’t pull herself away from the call of the keys. She started playing that song: the song they had performed together on that bright, all-too-hot stage. Stages were always so hot, Jason had told her that evening, rubbing his sweaty palms together. So difficult to play when it was hot; so difficult to play when it was cold. Would there ever be a perfect temperature for playing the piano?

After the performance: the marriage of sound, of pounding, or tinkling light, they had stood up together and held hands. They had bowed to the crowd, scarcely daring to draw their eyes together, so heightened was their sexual arousal as they played together. Jason and Lena.

That evening, they had found their way back to the concert hall. Their drinks and debauchery with music friends out at the clubs, the pubs had been mere blocks away, and they had wanted to return to the piano. Where it all began, Jason said.

It had still been cold: mid-April and such a nip to each breath. They held hands, like they had when they had bowed in front of their friends and families on that stage. When they reached the concert hall, they were thrilled to pull the door open and find no boundary. The lights were all out, and they tapped down the hallway with cautious laughter. There seemed to be a boundary around both of them: they could only clasp fingers. There was something hidden, something that drew them away from each other. Like what they wanted was not allowed.

They sat at the piano, both of them a little tipsy. Jason had brought a flask along with him in his pocket, and he nipped at it, offering some to Lena, as well. Lena, whose red hair had been much longer then, had accepted gratefully, taking far too much before putting her fingers to the keys.