Uncaged: A Fighting for Flight Short Story

By JB Salsbury

New York Times Bestselling author JB Salsbury celebrates the five-year anniversary of Fighting for Flight with UNCAGED: A Flight Short Story.

Eighteen years after Jonah and Raven said “I do”, they find themselves free of demanding pimp fathers and life or death ultimatums. Now, they have an entirely different nightmare to battle.

Their daughter Sadie is seventeen and going on her first real date, but not with just any boy. She’s going out with the offspring of the biggest playboy in Las Vegas history, Blake “The Snake” Daniels.

Can Raven keep her husband from murdering his daughter’s new suitor? Is Sadie’s future destined for the nunnery?

BONUS MATERIAL INCLUDES
A Christmas to Remember: A Fighting to Forget Short Story
Valentines Day from the UFL Locker Room

** This is a one-hour read. This is not a novella or full length novel.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JB Salsbury
• Release date: May 29, 2018

JB Salsbury

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, J.B. Salsbury, lives in Arizona with her husband and two kids. She spends the majority of her day as a domestic engineer. But while she works through her daily chores, a world of battling alphas, budding romance, and impossible obstacles claws away at her subconscious, begging to be released to the page.Her love of good storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media Communications. With her journalistic background, writing has always been at the forefront, and her love of romance prompted her to sink her free time into novel writing.For more information on the series or just to say hello, visit J.B. on her website, Facebook, or Goodreads page.http://www.jbsalsbury.com/https://www.facebook.com/JBSalsburybookshttp://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6888697.Jamie_Salsbury

Book preview

THE FIGHTING SERIES

Fighting for Flight

Fighting to Forgive

Fighting to Forget

A Father’s Fight

Fighting the Fall

Fighting for Forever

Fighting Fate

Fighting for Honor

The Final Fight

STAND ALONE ROMANCE

Split

Wrecked

Ghostgirl

Uncaged

JB Salsbury

Copyright © 2018 JB Salsbury

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This book is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Cover by Amanda Simpson of Pixel Mischief Design

UNCAGED: A FLIGHT SHORT STORY

Raven

She’s a thing of beauty.

The cold metal of my Milwaukee tool cabinet presses against my shoulder as I lean back and take in the view.

A ’77 Pontiac Trans Am in phantom black. The firebird on the hood and all the pin-striping done in gold pearl giving it that classic look with an added flare that’ll only be seen close up or when the sun hits it just right.

I take one more walk around it making mental notes on what more needs to be done—exhaust, 15x8 gold snowflake wheels, and—

Mom!

I whirl around to find Sadie’s head popped in through the cracked door to the garage.

Her face is a little flushed and her eyes sparkle with panic. You promised you’d help!

The clock says six fifteen. I always lose track of time when I’m in here. Crap, I’m sorry. I wipe my hands on the thighs of my overalls and head toward my seething seventeen-year-old daughter.

Tonight’s a big night. Her very first real date.

Jonah told her she couldn’t date until she turned thirty.

Sadie argued it down to eighteen.

After months of carefully manipulative persuasion I got him down to seventeen.

Her birthday was yesterday.

I can’t believe you forgot, she grumbles as I pass by her through the door.

How could I forget when it’s all you’ve been talking about for the last two years? I rock my hip into hers and manage to crack a smile in her lovely face. You look great already. I don’t think you need my help, I can’t imagine making you look any more beautiful than you already do.

She’s dressed in a pair of faded blue skinny jeans and a thin black sweater that hangs off the shoulder ever so slightly. She paired it with a crisp new pair of black high-top Vans—the epitome of understated beauty. I think she got her taste in fashion from me. She’s never been much of a girlie-girl, new skate shoes is about as dressed up as she gets.

Mom, she hits me with the side-eye as we cross the yard to the main house. I don’t need your help getting myself ready. She slides open the back door and points to the large foyer at the front of the house. "I need your help with that!"

I frown at the two men—one quite a bit larger than the other—who’re sitting in dining room chairs placed about three feet from the front door. Even from the back I can see the tension in their bodies. Shoulders squared, arms most likely crossed at their chests, intimidating scowls firmly in place.

Go finish up. I move to squeeze Sadie’s shoulder but she ducks and darts out of reach.

Eww, your hands!