September 30, 2016

Turbulence by Whitney G • FMR REVIEW



BLURB: 

Fuck me recklessly
Kiss me harder.
Take me again and again… 


He and I met under a cloud of clichés:
Boy meets girl. Boy charms girl. Boy fucks girl.
Our story was supposed to end right after the orgasms, right after we went our separate ways.

But then we saw each other again…
And neither of us could walk away.

Our rules were simple.
Our passion was scandalous.
Our hearts were supposed to be safe…

But when you find something so all-consuming—something so intoxicating and inescapable, you’ll risk everything you’ve ever had, even if you’re destined to crash and burn.

This is us.
This is our messed up love.
This is turbulence. 



PURCHASE HERE: 
AMAZON


Review by: Gina 

WOW!!! Just WOW!!! This book really surprised me! We have a hot pilot and a beautiful flight attendant while we expect to several rounds of these two joining the mile high club together we get soooo much more than that. These two characters had quite the story to tell! 

I just LOVED Jake!!! He is definitely top book boyfriend material! He was sexy and mysterious and the things that would come out of his mouth....*fans self*. But there was also a sweet side to him that would come out every now and then. His past is one giant knot that slowly gets unraveled throughout the story and it's a big knot. Then there is Gillian. She was an interesting character to me. There were times I really like her and then others times I got really frustrated with her. At times she just seemed all over the place. Like Jake, she had a lot of family drama she was dealing with herself.

I thought the story was really well written. It does go back in forth from the past to the present with chapters using blog post, emails, text messages as the content in the story. It was all laid out nicely so the reader knew where they were in the story. There is a big twist towards the end that caught me totally off guard but I still don't know exactly how I feel about it. Maybe it seemed out of place? Overall, this book was really great and after taking a break I am glad to see Whitney Garcia Williams back and sharing her amazing stories with her readers! 

4.5 Stars 

Review by: Tatia 

SHE'S BAAAAAAAAAACK!! I've never been more excited for the return of an author. She blends words in such a way that no matter how slow you try to read, you still end up speeding through it, eating up every word on the page. WhitneyG is one of my all-time favorite authors. Turbulence just reminded me why. This story was so heart-wrenching at times. The emotions are real. They're a tangible band that you can feel wrapping around your heart and squeezing. When your heart isn't breaking, you're fanning yourself because all of the other words are scorchingly hot. There were kindles going up in flames with how sexy this book was.

Gillian is the baby of the family. Usually that means that she would be spoiled and get away with everything, right? Not in her case. Her family is full of geniuses. All are surgeons or have gone to MIT on a full ride. While Gillian had this chance, it's just not what she wanted. Her family lets her know every chance that they get to tell her that she's not living up to everyone else and all that they've accomplished. They're waiting for her to fail and call for them to come to her rescue. She's determined to prove them wrong. Even if that means being a reserve flight attendant for the largest airline in the world. She meets Jake along the way. He's the hottest pilot out there, and also the youngest senior captain known, being in his thirties. Before they know that they work for the same company, the one-night stand that leads to an intense affair begins. It's impossible to tell him "no" when he calls for more. She's defenseless against him. When the time for the "more" talk arrives, she realizes that maybe he isn't capable of more. He's closed off, doesn't let anyone in. That way they don't get the opportunity to let him down and break all of the promises they made him. Everyone has done it. He keeps people at a distance for his own sanity. Only, this drives Gillian insane and pushes her away in the process. The struggles they face seem to be mountains that are unclimbable.

I loved the way the story was laid out. We didn't just get one point of view. We go back and forth in between Jake and Gillian, getting little pieces of them both until the full puzzle is set before us. Things really start to pick up, secrets are brought to light, and limits pushed to the max. Whitney G takes us on a journey that you definitely need to hold on tight for. This has been my most anticipated read for some time. Not knowing when or if it was going to be released, all I could do was hope and pray that it would be soon!  It was well worth the wait. I couldn't have been more ecstatic over finally reading it. I devoured every word. One of those stories where I'm jealous of everyone that hasn't read it yet because they still get to experience it all for the first time.

4.5 Stars 

Review by: Amy E 

Whitney G is back, and I for one am celebrating!!!  This book was fantastic! I loved Jake and Gillian both were exceptional characters who grabbed my interest from the start and never let go.

The storyline was one we've heard before but I can't think of another book where it was done this well.  It wasn't predictable or slow at any point.  It flowed smoothly and kept me on the edge of my seat. The only thing I would have wished for is a little more at the end.  It seemed to end a little too abruptly.

This book (like all Whitney G books) was one that quickly went on my best of the year list.  I'm extremely impressed with her ability to write a book that grabs hold of you so fiercely and never lets go. Well done Whitney good to have you back!

4.5 Stars 



Prologue

How many times will you burn me?
Three, four, five, maybe ten—
Is it me who’s burning you?
Yes, ‘this’ needs to end. 
If you walk away first, I’ll follow suit.
I’ve told you this before, and yet you never do…


The first time I flew through severe turbulence, I swore on my life I’d never fly again. 

It was during a red-eye flight from Seattle to London, and three hours in, we were swept up in a sudden summer storm. The plane shook violently as the passengers screamed and prayed for their lives, and my calm assurances of “Hold on! Everyone please just hold on!” fell on deaf ears. 

The pilot was young and inexperienced, his soft voice not comforting in the least, and as the glasses from the first class cabin shattered onto the floor amidst toppling luggage, I promised myself that my days in the sky were long over if we ever landed. 

I broke that promise hours later, of course, but I could finally say that I’d experienced the worst of what turbulence could ever be. 

Or, so I thought...

“Miss? Miss?” A passenger in first class suddenly touches my elbow as I walk down the aisle. 

“Yes?”

“How much longer until we arrive in Paris?”

“Eight hours, sir.” I resist the urge to tell him that he asked me this question fifteen minutes ago. “Would you like something else to drink tonight?”

“A refill on my white wine please.”

I nod and quickly oblige, retrieving the wine from the galley’s cooler and filling his glass to the top. I’m trying to get as much done as possible so I can sit alone and address the unbearable ache in my chest.

“May I have a blanket as well?” he asks before I can step away. 

I force a smile and retrieve one from the overhead bin above his seat, unwrapping it for him and placing it onto his lap. “Would you like anything else?”

“No, but—” He stops mid-sentence and raises his eyebrow. “Oh, wow, your face is really red. Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying.” I lie. “It’s allergy season.”

“On a plane?”

“Would you like anything else from me, sir?” I feel a tear rolling down my cheeks. “If not, I’ll be sure to check on you again soon.”

He doesn’t answer me. Looking completely concerned, he pulls a handkerchief from his breast-pocket and holds it out to me. 

“Whatever it is,” he says, looking me up and down. “I hope it’s not a guy. You’re much too beautiful to cry over something like that…Wait. It is a guy, isn’t it?”

I don’t respond. I simply take his handkerchief and walk away. 

I head toward the back of the plane—past a cabin full of sleeping passengers, and lock myself in the lavatory. As more tears fall down my face, I pull out my phone and log into my private blog so I can reread the words I wrote months ago. So I can remember this heart-wrenching feeling of failing to listen to myself.



 photo signature_zpsyqnzqh4c.png

No comments:

Post a Comment