The Real Reason Alisha Ran Away
Like all debutantes, Alisha lived to the whims of her parents. Her mother decided who her friends would be, what she would wear, and what she could say.
Her father decided who she would marry, and his choice was the President of Americas. Alisha had hated the slime-ball as her president, so imagine her horror when her father decided he would be her husband. Fortunately, nothing could be done as of yet, for Slime-ball still had a wife he needed to set aside, and it had to be done carefully or the wealthy father of his current wife would take revenge.
She had hoped with time, she could convince her father what a disastrous marriage this would be. But her father didn’t care about her happiness. He just wanted the lucrative contacts he could make with a family connection to the President.
Lucky for Alisha she had programmed their security system to record the day’s events which she would review each night before going to bed. Thus, she had a day’s warning when she learned her parents planned to drug her and she would wake up married to the Slime-Ball. And that is why Alisha, the worst debutante ever, climbed out a window and returned to Captial as a street girl in search of her gramps.
Alisha Kane, the Corps’ best flyer, is promoted to colonel, in charge of teaching the Corp’s SkyRyders her extraordinary flying maneuvers. The man she loves, Logan, continues to place the Corps first and insists they both remain focused on their work. For Alisha, this means ferreting out the best flyers in a Corps that has systematically forced great flyers into mediocrity. Logan focuses on learning Alisha’s flying techniques so that he can become the hero the East Coast desperately needs. The result includes fractured ribs and broken hearts, but through it all they never relinquish their love of the Corps.
“Young girls are the strangest, yet most beautiful things on God’s Earth,” Daniel declared.
Logan didn’t even dare want to attempt a reply in his present mood, but fortunately Daniel didn’t seem to be looking for one.
“Alisha’s mother, Caroline, was much like Alisha when she was sixteen.”
Logan’s heart climbed into his throat. “Alisha says she’s twenty-one.” Dear God, don’t let her have lied.
“Is she?” Daniel laughed and shook his head. “I suppose she is. Doesn’t seem possible. She looks so young to me. But then I’m growing old, and the young keep looking even younger every day.”
“Then she is twenty-one?”
Daniel paused as he did the math in his head. “She turned twenty-one the day after she left Flatland, I believe.” Then his gaze fell upon Logan. “But she’s a young twenty-one. Until she left Flatland, she had been pampered and protected from the world at large. It’s the way they raise socialite children. Teach them no values, no ethics, no skills, unless you call setting a table a skill.”
“Doesn’t sound like a life Alisha would like.”
“No, but had you asked me, I would have told you her mother would have likewise shunned it. Caroline was just like Alisha, one minute a playful kitten, and then next, doing something so extraordinary it would take your breath away. One day she and some of her friends had gone into Capital to see a movie. That was back when the subways still ran. While they were waiting for the train, a little boy fell onto the tracks. His nanny screamed for help, but there was a train barreling towards them. No one could save him, or so it seemed.”
Daniel smiled with pride, intermingled with regret. “Caroline dived onto the tracks, grabbed the boy, and rolled out of the way of the oncoming train within seconds of impact. After the train was gone, she handed the boy back to the nanny and then tried to pull herself back up onto the dock. Unfortunately, she had sprained her right wrist and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t climb up.”
“Wouldn’t anyone help her?” Logan asked.
“You would think so, but no. They were afraid to get close to the edge. Afraid she’d accidentally pull them over. She remained on those tracks for almost an hour, dodging one train after another, now too proud and angry to ask for further help.
“Finally, the father of the child arrived, and the little boy told him what happened and begged him to help the nice lady who had saved him.” Daniel sighed. “So he called her over, pulled her onto the dock, and took her to his home where she was well cared for by his personal medic.
The SkyRyder’s Series, Book 2
The SkyRyder’s Series, Book 1
About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
OTHER BOOKS BY LIZA O’CONNOR
Sci-Fi Soap Opera with humor, romance, and science
Artificial Intelligence Series
The SkyRyders Series
Scavenger Falters-releasing Dec 30th 2016
Scavenger Vanishes-coming 2017
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