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Retrograde - Flight HA1710

Cover Art by Meredith Russell

The Book

A standalone Flight HA1710 story set in a series of books based around an event.

Co-Pilot Lachlan Donaghue wakes up in hospital, a survivor of the crash of Flight HA1710, with memory loss and the suspicion that he could be at fault for the tragic accident.

When everything becomes too much he is taken home to hide, back to the small Irish town he grew up in and to the home he once shared with Rory.

Rory Kendrick watches the news, sees every hour of the disaster unfold and somehow just knows that Lachlan was in the middle of it all. What he doesn’t know is that Lachlan will be forced to come back home to hide and to heal.

Lachlan needs a friend, not a lover, but sometimes the lines are just too blurred to make any sense.

The story behind the series

I was watching something on the TV, I don't even know what, but I recall turning to hubby and saying I wanted to write a book about what happened after a plane crash, how it impacted the lives of people who were involved, or who observed.

Then I had the inspiration of asking other authors to write a story in the same vein, all based around characters impacted by a plane crash in Ireland and Flight HA1710 was born.

My book is entitled Retrograde. It is published 12 June and is the first of the six books with the others following weekly from their own presses, by Amber Kell, Sara York, Serena Yates, Clare London and Meredith Russell.



These are stories based around the crash, the man who missed the plane, the steward, the investigator, and just how one incident can change so many lives.

Buy Links

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Reviews

Multitaskingmommas Book Reviews - 5/5 - "....I have to say, Retrograde has got to be about the best read I ever read from author RJ Scott. She is usually an author who comes up with the most amazing stories but all of them, at least those that I had read, were sweet romances that made me smile goofy all the time. They were light hearted, they were fast reads, and even if the characters met some angst and frustrations along the way, they never made me feel uncomfortable enough to DNF or fast forward. With Retrograde, it was enough to make me pause and go to the author page once more, just to make sure I did not misread the author name.

This was way better than good...."

Bike Book Reviews - 5/5 - "....First of all let me say, I love this cover and the whole concept of this series, different stories about people on the same flight that crashed, brilliant! This is the perfect book 1 also, the story of the co-pilot!....

....You will love this book friends, the connection between these two men is evident, even as they struggle with if they should act on it again or not! Thank you Rj, for a perfect book 1 in a series that promises to be wonderful!...."

Padme's Library - 4.5/5 - "...Another great turnout by Miss Scott with characters you want to know, even the airline liaison you want to knock down a few pegs, and a love that you know will be rekindled, and a story you can't wait to see just how it all plays out."

Rainbow Book Reviews - 4/5 - "....This is a very intense, emotional love story about two men forced to confront their past demons, admit their mistakes, and move on with their lives. It's beautifully written, with passion and understanding, and most of all, it has a message reminding us that dwelling in the past, blaming each other or ourselves for events that have happened, is totally counterproductive and damages everyone involved. R.J., thanks for the heartwarming story. I am looking forward to reading the other five stories included in the ‘Flight HA1710’ series...."

Prism Book Alliance - 5/5 - "....I’m a bit of an angst fan and the whole premise of the Flight HA1710 stories appealed to me. Retrograde was a perfect jumping off point...."

Excerpt

Chapter 1 

The day of the crash


Lachlan Donaghue opened his eyes, cracked them just a little. Something had sideswiped him, glass in his hair, his hands gripping… to his left a person, eyes wide and open, facing Lachlan with not a spark of life left.

And red… orange. And silence. Utter and complete silence.

He closed his eyes.

Rory. Help me.

When he opened them again, this time there was no red, only the blur of a night sky, the black all encompassing. This time there was noise in the silence. A shout, crashes and bangs, and a sense of urgency in the people who stared at him now.

“He’s alive.”

“How the hell is he alive?”

It hurt too much to keep his eyes open.

Tell Rory I’m okay. Don’t let him worry.

“Lachlan? Lachlan Donaghue? How old are you? Who is the Prime Minister? What is the Queen’s name? Lachlan? Can you hear me?”

Who cares? I can't even speak, let alone think.

Lachlan answered… or at least in his head he answered, but his throat was tight, there was pain in his head and neck, and he was staring at whiteness and blinking at bright lights.

Where had the red gone? And the black?

“Lachlan. Open your eyes. Look at me!”

I don’t want to.

“Pupils responsive. Someone get him to the Ulster.”

“He’s triaged for Downe.”

“He’s the fucking first officer. Get him to the Ulster Hospital and away from the scene now.”

Rory, I’m sorry. I should have told you I was sorry.

The TV was loud, discordant, and scary with red and orange against black, and they were shouting at him from the screen. People walked around him, all the time talking about the TV—or was that the TV itself? Nothing made sense.

“The Captain is dead.” The words spun in his head, people talking around him; a chaos of noise.

“Not… Andrew.” Lachlan murmured in despair. The staring eyes, the absolute stillness and quiet—Andrew was dead. Is everyone dead? Am I dead? What kind of hell was he in where they pushed him and held him, then took the pain away with needles?

“Lachlan? Can you hear me? My name is Dr.…”

The words faded, and he looked past the man who stared at him, looking instead at the screen, hearing the words all pilots dreaded to hear. Death. Destruction. Crash.

His picture flashed on the screen labeled in yellow: Lachlan Donaghue, First Officer. Then there were safety records… and red … and orange.

“And do you think, taking this into consideration, that the crash was deliberate? An act of terrorism? Or one of the pilots deliberately flying the plane into the ground?” A soft but insistent voice came from the TV.

“There is nothing to indicate that at this moment. Neither of the black boxes have been located at this time—”

“Do you know your pilots? Can the airline categorically say that the crash of Flight HA1710 was not pilot error?”

“It’s too soon to comment—”

“Can you say that?”

Pause. 

“No. No we can’t.”


Valentine Trail - Max's Italian Romance by Serena Yates

News from Serena Yates

I'm currently working on Diamonds of Victory, book four in the Gemstones Chronicles series. Sam's New Family is up for a transformation from short story to novella length next. I'm planning rereleases of my Workplace Encounters books later this year, and I recently submitted book four in the Modern Battles series; hopefully Fighting for Freedom will be out in May or June with Dreamspinner Press.

The Book


Max still can’t get over the loss of his lover two years after the accident – so a trip to Florence and its famous works of art might be just what he needs.

Max Travis is a lonely bus driver, stuck in a job he doesn’t want but he has to pay the bills. He’d love to be a photographer and is interested in art, so his brother gives him a trip to Florence for Valentine’s Day. Even though Max thinks the gift is too lavish, he can’t resist the temptation and goes. When he runs into hunky art professor Rocco Moretti on his first day there, the attraction is immediate.

The two men share a steamy romance, but what will happen when Max must return to the USA?
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Excerpt
  

Rocco Moretti was taking in the scene as he completed a leisurely walk through the centre of Florence on this beautiful Saturday afternoon. He’d lived here for almost ten years now, but he could never get enough of its statues. Maybe it was because he was a sculptor himself, at least when he wasn’t teaching art history to mostly unwilling young artists. But mostly he thought it was the sculptures' beauty and majestic permanence that drew him.
Rocco grinned at his own melodramatic thoughts as he rounded the octagonal fountain, looking up to admire Neptune glistening in the sunshine. He was nothing like the bronze river gods, satyrs and marble sea horses around the perimeter of his domain. Made from Apuan marble, he stood above and apart from them, dominance and authority pouring from his every beautifully sculpted muscle.
“Ouch!”
Rocco stopped in his tracks, whipping his head around to find out who had run into him. A flash of longish blond hair turned into a bright face with light blue eyes and pink lips when the smaller man looked up at him. He blinked and wobbled on his feet, clearly disoriented.
Scusi.”  Rocco grabbed the man by the shoulders to prevent him from falling.
“I... Sorry.” The stranger grinned, steadying himself as he held onto the camera.
Aha, a tourist. His fine facial structure and white skin reminded Rocco of marble. His body was well proportioned without being muscular. Rocco felt physical attraction tugging at him, intensified by the adorable confusion in the brightest blue eyes he’d seen in a long time. Their owner looked young, maybe in his early twenties.
“It is I who am sorry.” Rocco switched to his mother’s language easily. He didn’t let go, liking the feeling of the unexpectedly strong shoulders and upper arms under the down jacket. “I should have watched where I was going. It’s not the first time I’m here, after all.”
“No, no, I’m sorry.” The tentative smile on his lips made his face light up. “It’s just that I didn’t expect the fountain to be this beautiful, so I wasn’t paying attention to anything else.”
“Well, it appears you weren’t the only one.” Rocco reluctantly let go and took the smallest possible step back. “I was just as distracted, and I’ve lived here for a long time. I still take weekly walks around the centre, just to enjoy the beautiful art and architecture everywhere.”
“You live here? Wow, you’re very lucky.” He didn’t seem to want to move away either. “I’m just visiting.”
“Is this your first visit?” Rocco would bet it was, he’d rarely seen this much wide-eyed wonder in anyone’s gaze.
“Yeah. I’ve wanted to come here for a long time.” He grinned. “I can’t wait to explore everything.”
“Would you like some help with that?” Oh, Rocco would like to explore this man as well, but they could always start with the sights. He’d use any excuse to spend more time with the cute stranger.
“Uhm...” He frowned. “I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You wouldn’t be. It would be my pleasure because it gives me an excuse to visit all my favourite spots again. My name is Rocco Moretti, and I’m an art history professor at the Florence Academy of Art.” Rocco held out his hand, delighted with their first skin to skin contact when the other man took it. “I only have two classes to teach on Friday, so I would be happy to take you around the city any time.”
 “That’s a great offer.” He man took a deep breath. “I’m Max Travis, just arrived a few hours ago and here for a whole week.”
“So, do we have a deal?” Rocco held his breath. He really, really wanted to get to know Max better. A lot better.
“Only if you let me invite you for a coffee.” Max grinned and took his hand back.
“Okay.” Good place to start.
“Would you—maybe—know the best place for coffee around here?” Max’s smile turned impish. “I mean, it wouldn’t do if I took you somewhere awful, would it?”
Rocco laughed out loud. Max was cute and had a sense of humour. It looked more and more like it was going to be a great week.