The
Challenge
By: Teri Riggs
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date: December 21, 2015
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Blurb
The Challenge between Ellie Ryan and Vince Corelli had been tough.
It was both mentally and physically exhausting, not to mention overloaded with
sexual tension. In the end, Ellie exited victorious as the test pilot of the
brand new XH8 helicopter, Vince was offered a high paying private sector job,
and they finally allow themselves one night of passion before going their
separate ways.
Months later, Ellie’s crew has been murdered and
the prototype helicopter she was piloting hijacked. All evidence leads to her
involvement in a deadly terrorist game. Her only hope of survival is to open
herself up and accept help, if it arrives in time.
Vince, a Resolutions operative, is sent to
retrieve the XH8 from Colombia and deal with the woman the U.S. military
believes to be behind the plot to kill hundreds of thousands of Americans, but
will he be able to overcome his trust issues in time to prove Ellie’s
innocence?
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“Well, flyboy, looks like the best
man won The Challenge.” Chief Ellie Ryan raised her bottle of beer. The rest of
the men gathered around a table at The Cockpit bar, followed suit.
“Except the best man in this
instance is a woman.” Vince Corelli clinked his longneck against hers and noted
for the one-millionth time what a damn fine-looking woman sat next to him. How
often did he get to meet the real deal…an awesome pilot and a man’s wet dream
rolled into one? After six months of working side by side, Vince needed to take
his Ellie-inspired, constant hard-on and hit the road.
“Hey man, how’s it feel to be bested
by a woman?” Goose, her copilot, teased. “Gotta be rough on the ego.”
“Nah, real men don’t have inflated
egos.” Vince wiggled his bottle, signaling the waitress to bring another round.
“Says the man with the two-hundred
megawatt ego.” She wrapped her lips around the rim of her bottle. What Vince
wouldn’t give to have those lips wrapped around his cock. “I’m still trying to
figure out how you even found a helmet large enough to fit your over-sized
noggin.”
Samuels slapped his beer onto the
table. “Fuck the helmet. I want to know where the major general found a cockpit
big enough for his head.”
Another circle of laughter
surrounded him. “You do know men with big egos have cocks to match.”
“Wait a second. Didn’t you just tell
me and the guys you didn’t have an ego?” Her eyes swam with laughter, her
excitement and happiness contagious.
Wilson stood and made a few obscene
gestures with his pelvis. “Ryan’s got you there, man.”
The new tray of beers arrived, and
Vince rose and held his bottle out. “Seriously. I want to wish Ryan the best in
her new position as pilot of the XH8 prototype. You kicked my flying ass out
there, and no one deserves the honor more than you, Chief.” He clinked his
bottle to hers. “Bottoms up.”
The rest of the crew tapped their
bottles together and downed their brews. The group’s trash-
talk grew loud and, for the most
part, obnoxious, but damn if he wasn’t going to miss working with them. Even
with the constant boner he carried around her, he’d miss her, too. Hell, he’d
miss her the most.
She stood, still clutching her
bottle. “Thank you, flyboy, for your kind words. They touched me right here.”
She tapped her bottle over her heart. “Even if they were total bullshit.”
More laughing.
“You were neck and neck with me
throughout The Challenge. Picking a winner had to have been a toss-up, I’m
sure. And unfortunately in the end, the committee went with the better-looking
competitor…me.”
“Having my ass beat by a beautiful
woman sounds pretty kinky to me, Ryan.” He wiggled his brows at Ellie.
“We all know the pilot with the
biggest set of balls won The Challenge.” Wilson raised his bottle. “But I think
we’re gonna miss you, Corelli.”
“Like a bad STD,” Sammy added.
The men were full of jokes tonight.
“Thanks, Ryan, and everyone else.
Your insults tonight have touched me deeply. I’ve never felt so loved. If I can
ever do a favor for any of you, don’t fucking call me. I screen my calls.” He
took a swig from his bottle. “What the fuck. I’m gonna block all your numbers.”
Author Info
Teri Riggs was destined to be a writer. As a small girl she didn’t
read bedtime stories, she made up her own. Who needed Little Red Riding Hood or
The Three Little Pigs when there were so many great tales bouncing around in
her head? When she grew up and became a mother to three little girls, she
continued the tradition of making up bedtime stories. On the occasions she chose
to tell conventional fairytales, Teri usually gave them a bit of tweaking here
and there or added a new ending. Her girls loved it.
After her daughters had the nerve to actually grow up and leave home, Teri
discovered she had a passion for writing and jumped right in. It came as no
surprise she chose to write mysteries and happily-ever-after’s since that’s the
genres she loves to read.
Teri lives in Marietta, Georgia with her husband, one of her daughters and two
dogs that seem to think they rule the world. And some days Teri thinks maybe
they do.
Teri still frequently tells herself stories as
she falls asleep. The only difference now is she wakes up the next morning and
turns her bedtime stories into books.
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