Skydiving to Love: Novella Release

Like my new cover? It’s another one of Lynnette Bonner’s masterpieces. She has done the covers for all my books released under the Canopy Books of Texas imprint. She even did the cover of The Bucket List Dare collection in which Skydiving to Love was originally published.

If you didn’t get to read the collection, you will still be able to read the individual stories, though mine is the first to be released. But, of course, I’m most excited about mine. I got a kick out of writing this novella, it was one of my easy-to-write stories, so when the girls decided to unpublish the collection, I jumped at the chance to release it as a stand-alone. It’ll be available next month.

If you didn’t get to read the opening scene when I first published it, here it is again~~~~~

Breathe. Just breathe.

JoJo Merritt squeezed her eyelids tighter and clamped her hands onto the armrests. I can’t.

Inhale. There ya go. Good. Now exhale. Repeat.

What on earth had made her tell the girls that skydiving held top spot on her bucket list? As a veterinarian who owned a large animal practice, she was living her bucket list. Every calf she helped birth, every colicky horse she healed, fulfilled her dreams. But no—that wasn’t good enough for her old college quartet. She had to do something totally off the charts. What on God’s green earth had made her say skydiving?

The passenger jet’s engines revved. Her breath jerked from her lungs. All around her, bored businesspeople and cool-as-a-Popsicle travelers settled in with magazines and headphones. But for her, even this simple, normal flight had been a disaster so far.

“You going to be okay?”

The deep voice next to her pierced her panic. She lifted one lid for a peek at its source in the aisle seat. Any other time—like when her stomach wasn’t threatening to toss up everything she’d eaten in the past year—she would’ve found the man with the compassionate blue eyes attractive.

She slammed her lid shut. “I’m f-fine. Or I will be. Maybe. When we get where we’re going and land and I’m still in one piece, I’ll be fine. I-I think.”

Great. She wasn’t just stammering, she was throwing out more words than she’d spoken all week.

She peeked at him again. Great looking guy, square jaw, wavy dark hair. Too bad. If she didn’t turn him off by tossing her breakfast, she’d do it by jabbering like an idiot.

His gentle laugh caressed her like a velvet glove. “You’ll be fine. I know the pilot. Never lost a passenger.”

Yet. He forgot the yet. Always a first time.

The plane began moving, taxiing this way, then that. She had no clue where because all she could see were the backs of her eyelids. Soon the engines pitched to a high whine and the plane moved faster and faster and she couldn’t breathe and her heart lodged in her throat and threatened to choke her to death which didn’t matter because she couldn’t breathe.

The engines whined, her brain screamed—

Then the plane lifted, leaving her stomach back on the runway. No big loss. She was going to throw it up anyway.

They climbed and banked to the right. The engines fell quiet, and the muffled sounds of the other passengers reached through her fear. Her shoulders relaxed, her heartbeat returned to normal. Finally, she dared to open her eyes and look out the window. Puffy clouds drifted by, giving her only the occasional glimpse of the small towns and fields below. Before long, the ranchland scenery would shift to a cityscape as they flew over Austin and, soon after, over San Antonio. And then the pilot would land. God bless him.

“Feeling better?”

Mr. Dark-and-Handsome had traded the compassion in his eyes for humor. Kind humor, but humor just the same . . . okay, no. He was laughing at her. Who wouldn’t?

She flexed her cramping fingers and offered him a lame smile. “Yeah, I’m better. This is my first flight.”

“It’s not so bad once you get used to it.” He poked his hand out. “Mitch O’Hara.”

She shook with him. “JoJo Merritt.”

“Where you from, JoJo?”

Small talk. They would now drift into small talk, something she’d blissfully avoided in her day-to-day life. She said she was from Hereford; he said he was originally from nearby Amarillo. She told him she was a large animal vet; he worked as a seismic engineer in San Antonio, where they were headed. She stifled a yawn.

Had she remembered her iPad, she could’ve tuned him out with a great audio book while watching the clouds below. But in her rush to get this week over with, she’d forgotten it.

At least he was nice to look at, animated as he described whatever project he spoke of. Intelligent eyes. Amarillo was near enough to Hereford, they could visit when he came home, yet far enough away not to stumble over each other. But it didn’t matter. She wasn’t looking for male companionship, just to finish her mission so she could head back to more earthbound things like cattle, horses, and goats.

“I’ve bored you enough with my business talk,” Mitch said. “What about you? What are your plans while you’re in San Antonio?”

His friendly chatter had kept her nerves calm during the bulk of the flight, but now, as they jetted over more densely populated areas, he decided to include her in the conversation.

She sighed inwardly. Being rude was not an option.

“I’ve always wanted to see the River Walk,” which was why she chose the jumping school there instead of the one in Dallas. “Maybe take in El Mercado.”

“Sounds relaxing.”

Right. That part did sound relaxing. Jumping from somewhere in the sky, putting her trust in a parachute someone else packed—that didn’t sound relaxing.

“Maybe I’ll run into you,” he said. “I know a great restaurant—Mi Tierra. Ever hear of it?”

She shook her head.

“You’d love it. They have the best pork dish I’ve ever had. Like pork?”

The fasten-seat-belt sign dinged and her stomach clutched.

“They have traditional stuff too. Enchiladas, tacos, nachos . . .”

She felt queasy, was probably turning guacamole green.

“Great chicken dishes too.”

The wings tilted to the left. The plane slowed noticeably. Taking off had been horrid. Being up hadn’t been so bad—none of the plane-shuddering turbulence she’d heard of. But what would landing be like?

“You do like Mexican food, don’t you? I’m sure they have an American menu—”

“Please!” She shot her hand up and scrunched her eyes shut. “Just stop talking, okay? Please?”

“Oops. Sorry.” Humor laced his voice again. Fine. Let him laugh.

The plane had tilted deeper to the left and slowed further.

She slipped her hands under her thighs to keep them from shaking and dared a glance out the window at the city below.

The city.

Highways. Neighborhoods. Schools. Businesses.

No runways. No place to land.

And the plane kept getting slower.

Was the pilot out of his mind? There was no place to land!

She hunched her shoulders forward. If she could close in on herself, turn herself into a tiny ball, maybe the impact wouldn’t hurt so bad.

Well, that was stupid, wasn’t it? The impact would kill her! They were all going to die!

Mitch chuckled and said something along the lines of everything being all right. At least that was what it sounded like. Hard to tell over the blood rushing in her ears and the relentless we’re-gonna-die soundtrack.

The plane slowed more.

Her hands fisted.

The plane leveled and dropped lower.

Her stomach leapt to her throat.

Where were they going to land? There’d been no airport, no runway in sight. Maybe if she opened her eyes, she’d see one.

No. No, this was fine. If they were going to crash, she’d just as soon not see the ground rushing up to greet her.

Dear Father in Heaven, open the gates, I’m coming home!

The plane bounced slightly, the wheels screeched. The engine’s whine dropped from a high-pitched squeal to a lower, though not soothing, tone. The passenger jet slowed more and more, until it felt like the speed of a Sunday drive. People rustled around her, anxious to get their gear from the overhead compartments and move on with their day’s activities.

She just wanted the plane to stop so she could unclench her fists and catch her first glimpse of San Antonio. From the ground.

Mitch nudged her. “We’re at the terminal.”

With her stomach lodged in her throat, she could do nothing more to acknowledge him than nod crazily like a bobble-head.

“You can open your eyes now.”

“Oh, okay.” She’d had them squinched so tightly, the right lid began to twitch.

He stood over her in the aisle with his carry-on bag strapped over his shoulder. “Want me to get your bag?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.” Maybe that would give her a moment to flex her cramping fingers.

The door opened, the flight attendant spoke unintelligible words through a scratchy intercom, and restless travelers began to file out.

Mitch held up the line to let her in. “What did I tell you? We landed just fine. Flying’s not so bad.”

Matter of opinion.

She managed a feeble smile as she squeezed in front of him and followed everyone out and into the airport. Her nerves felt tight enough to tune, and her stomach threatened again.

How would she survive skydiving if she could barely survive a simple one-hour flight?


I’ll announce the release here, so stay tuned!

About Linda W. Yezak

Author/Freelance Editor/Speaker (writing and editing topics).
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2 Responses to Skydiving to Love: Novella Release

  1. K.M. Weiland says:

    Nice! Lynnette always does great work.


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