Cockpit Christmas: Cockpit Series, #1

By Britney Bell and Hannah Blake

♥♥ Six hot pilots are ready and waiting for you to take off with them! Pack your bags and get to the airport! It's time to join the mile high club with a brand new romance series starting this Christmas! ♥♥

 

Caroline loves Christmas because it's the one time of year that she's guaranteed to have all her kids together under one roof. They'd been coming to their winter cabin in Switzerland ever since her first born arrived, and it became a tradition the whole family clung to. This year everything changes when tension snow piles from her middle son bringing his first serious girlfriend along and all of her other children expressing their individuality in ways she isn't prepared for.

Harvey doesn't do days off, he's not the vacation type, but it's been a tough year as owner of Parker Airlines. He is so ready to spend some quality time with his wife. Much as he'd never admit it, his relationship with aviation came before his marriage one too many times this year. He is determined to make this Christmas all about his family, yet Mother Nature has a different plan and disaster strikes.

 

★★ Can the Parker family weather the storm? ★★

 

Grab this festive, must read if you love heart warming Christmas stories with a sprinkling of sexy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Britney Bell
• Release date: May 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201451486

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Chapter 1

Caroline

It all started with a simple kiss on the lips. Nothing more than a quick peck, really. But it wasn’t just his kiss that stole my heart, it was his fierce possessive streak that has kept me by his side all these years. Harvey Parker is my protector, my one true love and my home. The only problem is, I have to share him.

When Harvey had said he was a pilot, I knew there would have to be some sacrifices along the way. Although, I never anticipated what Parker Airlines would become. It’s now the most prestigious and elite airline in America, arguably in the world. My husband has invested just as much into his business as he has our marriage, maybe even more sometimes, but I am okay with that. He is following his dreams, and honestly, over the years, I’ve come to love Parker Airlines almost the same way he does.

The business gradually turned our world upside down, and we’ve been blessed in more ways than just a big bank balance. We are lucky enough to have six beautiful children, and I’m so excited that all of us are going to be together again, to celebrate the holiday.

Our annual Christmas vacation is basically the law of our family. Those who try to duck out are held to account and punished accordingly, with significantly less homemade pie after dinner.

Stop waiting around for them. You’re putting me on edge, my husband snaps at me as I stare out of the glass doors to the snowy mountains beyond. Our Swiss getaway could only be described as paradise. The lodge itself is surrounded by acres of snow-covered fields and fir trees, making the place resemble the front of a Christmas card. We had it built right after we had our firstborn, Liam, in the hope we would spend all his Christmases out here. It’s provided us a reminder that family time is important, and it’s served us well as we’ve been spending holidays in the Alps ever since.

Sorry, I can’t help it. I just can’t wait to see everyone. It’s been too long.

We don’t just come here for the kids, you know. This is supposed to be a break for you, too. Come and sit for a minute.

He opens up his arms, gesturing for me to take my favorite spot, and I don’t need to be asked twice. I cross the original solid oak flooring, padding over the thick cream fur rug and fall into his lap.

That’s more like it, he murmurs into my ear, tucking a loose strand of my blonde waves behind it. I had a wavy blowout done at the salon yesterday, just as I do for every special occasion. I like to make the effort for my kids and for Harvey. In my mind, there’s no point glammin’ up for work and then looking like a pile of crap on the weekend. Taking care of myself is another way of saying to my hubby, ‘look, I’m still here, so don’t be gettin’ ideas about tradin’ me in for a younger model.′ Not that it would ever cross his mind. Harvey barely has time for our relationship, let alone another, but I like to look my best for him, all the same.

Did I tell you lately how beautiful you are?

Not in the last five minutes. I smile, and he’s got that look in his eyes. We’re here for family vacation, and my husband is thinking about sex. Typical Harvey.

You can stop lookin’ at me like that. I point a warning finger at him, almost touching his square stubbled chin. All our boys have the Parker trademark chiseled jawline that I love about their daddy. His dark stubble is peppered with grey now, giving him an even sexier appearance.

Like what? He smolders, arching an eyebrow and doing a shitty job of trying to look like butter won’t melt.

You know what. Stop. The kids will be here soon.

But they’re not here now, he mumbles, squeezing his hand around my waist a little tighter and lowering his lips toward mine.

He lands a soft, carefully placed kiss on my forehead then another on my nose. His third one covers my mouth and is not so gentle. It’s greedy and needy and sends a hot tingling sensation all the way from my lips, down to my panties.

Harvey was one hot mother fucker, and I was lucky enough to have married him.

The kiss quickly heats up as Harvey’s hand creeps inside my cashmere V neck sweater but pauses to slide the diamond encrusted ‘C’ pendant he bought me to remind me that I’m just as important as the kids, back when I’d forgotten. Then his greedy fingers move lower to trace down to my bra.

Cupping each of my breasts in turn, my nipples pucker and swell against the lace of my bra. He circles a thumb over them, squeezing gently to encourage my response, and I am putty in his hands.

Harvey Parker likes to exercise control in all departments, our