CLOUD NINE

A Flight Across The Atlantic Took Her Straight into Heaven on Earth

 

Summary

Weston Ashville, a world-famous rockstar who is solely dedicated to his career, meets a beautiful young woman on an airplane between Europe and the States. She is the one woman who doesn’t show any interest in him and yet, he cannot keep his eyes off her. Soon, however, he finds out that there is more to her than is apparent to the eyes.

Caught in a whirlwind between decorum and desire, Weston has to come to a decision whether he wants to seduce Dana or not. When they hit the ground, he loses more than a fling in the clouds.

Can he save the day and win back his lost love to return with her to Cloud Nine?

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Creation of The Book

 

A long time ago, I had a partner who was really good at imitating camp voices. I had just got off the plane and was greeted by said man with a mug of coffee when I walked in and when I grabbed the mug, it was very hot, so I flinched a little. My partner made fun, pretending to be a very camp gay waiter fussing over me and this reminded me of the flight attendant on the plane. That young man had been very nice, but I thought it would be more fun to write a story with more than one character up in the air.

 

Previously on the plane, I had thought about being with my partner again and I couldn’t wait to get there and drag him to bed. My vivid imagination really set me on fire, so I naturally started to think about what we could do of we were on the plane together. So this imaginary scenario coupled with my partner playing pranks got me the outline of the story of Cloud Nine.

 

At least the beginning. So when I had time next, I started to write the story and made my man play camp flight attendant again to get the humour captured in my story. Later, when we were apart again, I sent him the manuscript as far as I’d got and he surprised me by sending me a few paragraphs he’d added. Suffice it to say, writing narrative wasn’t his strongest suit, so I told him very carefully and kindly that I’d be happy to hear of any ideas he had, but would prefer to write it out myself, so it was kept in the same style. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

 

He blew me a kiss over the phone and told me, his ego could take a rejection and we had a good laugh. Then I left the story for a while and came back to it later, long after I was single again. I worked over the storyline once more and added a fair bit, too. What had been a short story for my personal amusement had turned into a proper book manuscript, as I was now looking at my writing through the eyes of a published author.

 

Instead of the female protagonist Dana merely being upgraded on the plane, so she would end up sitting beside Weston Ashville the rockstar, who definitely didn’t fly tourist class, there came an entire intro about torn clothes, a skirt too small to cover the vitals and a whole scenario on the plane ensuing from this with an old man, another flight attendant and a confused rockstar. It gave the entire story so much more humour, life and flesh. And I love to laugh. A lot. Ask my children or my friends. I had great fun working over and adding to the manuscript and when I finally held the finished piece of work in my hands, I didn’t like how it ended.

 

So I sat down and started again at the end. Instead of the little fight, make up and happily ever after, I decided, Dana wasn’t going to take it. She definitely had my rebellious streak. So she went out and showed Weston that she didn’t need him or need to use him for anything. And this convinced him that he had – once again – assumed the worst of her without checking the facts first. And then I had to add the pillows and another place to close the cycle. That was a nice touch and, ultimately, gave the book its name, Cloud Nine.

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An Excerpt

 

Dana was running as fast as she could with her huge suitcase. The wheels caught in something and she was jerked backwards, whirled and hit a long row of moving trolleys that a member of staff was pushing towards the collection points outside. Her jeans got caught in a bit of steel that stood out from the frame and tore, leaving her standing with one side of her behind and thigh exposed. Quickly, she took off her short jacket and held it to cover the tear.

 

There was no way she could board the plane like this. The problem was, the key to the lock of her suitcase had broken and she could not open it now. She needed to ask for assistance at the hotel in LA. This also meant, she could not get to her clothes. Where would she get new pants for the flight from?

 

Frantically she looked around and discovered a clothes shop. Unfortunately, she could not afford any of the jeans there, but then the sales assistant found a skirt that was discounted. Dana found that the skirt wasn’t only discounted, it was also missing at least half of its length.

 

“Excuse me, where is the rest, please?”

“It is this short, madam,” the sales assistant sniffed.

“You are NOT serious,” Dana groaned.

“You don’t have to buy it,” the young girl said like she didn’t care whether Dana lived or died.

 

Five minutes and a very short skirt later, Dana skittered to a halt at the end of the queue for desk number seven, frantically trying to somewhat pull down the skirt. It felt as if her butt was exposed and she was wearing only a red lace string underneath!

 

The announcement sounded professional and no nonsense. Dana had never thought, she would remember it later as the all-out life changing moment in her personal history...

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, due to a technical problem, counter number seven will be closed now. Will you please all move to counter number eight instead. Thank you.”

 

Dana changed over, coming to stand behind a young man who had rushed in front of her but was now searching frantically for his passport. Dana smiled rather coldly and walked past him up to the counter.

 

“Good morning, ma’am. Unfortunately, there has been a problem with our system and tourist class has been overbooked...”

“I need to get on that flight,” Dana interrupted in a state of defensive panic.

 

“Of course, madam. But I hope, you won’t mind being upgraded from tourist class to first class? There is a seat free and the lady behind you cannot be separated from her children, naturally, so she would require your seat.”

 

The lady in question had moved behind Dana in the row of queuing passengers, clutching luggage and small children, trying to keep it all together and looking very stressed. The young man stood on the side and was emptying his men’s wallet on the floor to search for his papers.

 

“Oh, of course, I don’t mind giving up my seat for the children, as long as I get to go on that plane. - Did you say first class?!”

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