Tirza Schaefer, $2.99, ISBN 978-3946011439
Contemporary Erotica, 2016

I won’t lie, it’s the cover of Tirza Schaefer’s Love in the Sky that sees me checking out this thing without hesitation. Normally, I would say that it may not be a good idea to use white fonts against such a bright background, but this time around, the near-invisible text allows me to enjoy the beauty of divine creation even more.

Lelani bent forward to pick up the pen she’d dropped on the floor while boarding a plane from Frankfurt airport to Las Vegas. The passenger behind ran into her. To stop her from falling over, he grabbed her hip with one hand and pulled her backwards while he steadied himself with his other on the backrest of the nearest seat. This landed Lelani’s ass in the groin of the man and she felt him grow hard instantly. She quickly straightened and stepped away.

That’s the first paragraph of this thing. Really? I should try this the next time I am in the same plane with a hot guy…

Oh yes, the story. Leilani Shipper meets our US Marine Special Corps hero Jinan Davis this way, and they have sex in the plane. Lehorny’s mouth and honey pot are so amazing that he’s soon in love with her. It’s definitely true love and not his horny goggles at work because he hadn’t gotten any as he was doing his pew-pew thing in third world countries all this while, and you all better believe it because the author says so.

I don’t know. I personally don’t see the appeal of sex in narrow places, like air plane compartments, because as a fatty myself, I always dread having body parts jammed in all the wrong places and having to endure the humiliation of calling the staff for help while in such a… situation.

Still, an author that is good with words and dirty talk can sell me the fantasy, but Ms Schaefer ruins the immersion by slapping the true love thing at me in a pretty insulting way. Yes, I read romance, but I’m not born yesterday.

This one would have worked so much better as a work of pure erotica. Let it be a raw and hot encounter that is all about lust, and if the author wants to preserve the illusion that a romance may result from ten seconds on a plane, I don’t know, let her slip her number into his back pocket or something as she leaves with a satisfied smile, perhaps.

As it is, I can buy the sexy fantasy maybe 60% but I am certainly not gullible enough to buy that instant love thing. These two may have banged on a plane, but honey, I didn’t bang my head hard enough to believe all that baloney.