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412 pages, ebook
First published August 29, 2016
"'It's now seven thirty and the reason we insisted you join us an hour early is because we wanted you to have time to read over some of our new policies. We insisted.'
'No, you suggested. Two completely different terms with two completely different expectations.'"
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(text conversation)
"'That's not what I mean Jake! There's something between us. Something real... And I just...'
'Are your ellipses (...) implying something significant or do you just enjoy abusing grammar for no reason?'"
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"'I'm searching for the point of this conversation, since it's clearly not going to fall out of your mouth anytime soon.'
Her jaw dropped.
'Is it attempting to come out now?'"
“I need to fuck you again. Preferably the second we land in London, but I’m not opposed to doing it after you get finished serving either.”
“You can ride my cock until you’re not mad anymore, and I can tongue your pussy until you can’t think anymore.”
“Are your ellipses (...) implying something significant or do you just enjoy abusing grammar for no reason?”
“Thank you, Professor Weston... <<< How about those ellipses? Did they fit there”
—Gillian”
“Until this ends, my cock is the only cock you’re allowed to have, your mouth belongs to me, and if you’re ever wet and in need of pleasure, you’ll wait until I’m available to give it to you.”
I know, once again, that all is lost. All is us. All is Turbulence.Oh, how I love forbidden love stories! I also love Whitney G’s writing and the fact that she can write the best cocky yet broken heroes. I thought Andrew was an impossible asshole- well, Jake takes the crown when it comes to that title! Yet somehow, he’s still mostly lovable. He’s a stickler for grammar, a top-notch pilot, and an all around incorrigible man. See what I mean-
“You know… if it weren’t for a certain mark of honor on your profile, I would have had you fired weeks ago, when you allegedly told an entire group of passengers to ‘Get the fuck off my plane’ when you thought they were taking too long to disembark.”
“That wasn’t allegedly. The clip is on YouTube.”
“You don’t need to like me to fuck me,” he said. “You just need to like fucking me.” He stepped closer, letting his forehead touch mine. “And from the way you still come every time we meet up, it’s clear you still like that.”
"I won't be the guy you think you can call when you need to talk to someone. Unless it's about how wet your pussy is, I don't want your name on my call log, and I don't need you thinking we'll ever be friends."
Well shucks.
WGW is one of my all-time favorite authors and this book has been highly anticipated for almost 2 years so it slays me to write this review.
Let me preface with this: I'm not a fan of women who engage in a purely sexual relationship while hoping the man will eventually fall in love with them. If you have to ask a man why he doesn't want to have a conversation or go out on dates or why he cares little about your non-coital activities, then, you are not in a relationship- but are just fu@k buddies- and that is that.
This may well be the reason I dislike this book so pardon my subjective ramblings.
The Premise: The idea of finding love in the mile high club, particularly when our protagonists both work with an airline (Jake's a pilot, and Gillian, a flight service attendant) was different, and Williams wrote an engaging story so 5-stars for the writing.
The Players: Unfortunately, Gillian and Jake were one-dimensional but even I was surprised to find the 38-year-old Jake had daddy issues nor did I expect Gillian to be a crying mess of a woman willing to degrade herself with bathroom trysts and hallway gropes. I mean, Jake would summon her to have sex in bathrooms at nearly every port they flew into. And she went!
Furthermore, nothing about their interactions or dialogue resonated nor were there any indicators these two were falling in love. Williams tells us Gillian is falling but we don't know why. Williams tells us Jake is experiencing warm fuzzy feels for Gillian but that's just it, she tells us. I did not see a Jake that was falling nor did I see a Gillian who was worth loving. Again, my apologies but these were my perceptions.
The Plot: Slightly intricate but utterly superficial and predictable. From Gillian's convenient break-up with her cheating ex, Ben, to the contrived first meeting between the protagonists, to Jake's nonsensical rules on their "non-relationship", add Jake's issues with his father, brother, and ex-wife, Gillian's appalling family, and what you have is a book with complexities and layers that provide little more than filler. I kept waiting for more. More emotional connections between Jake and Gillian, more loving interactions, more self-respect from Gillian. But no, instead we get a story that meandered toward a very predictable and cliche plot twist/tragedy.
Overall, I wanted to love it but the main characters were hard to love and the story was uninspiring and disheartening-Gillian cried all through while most of the supporting characters were portrayed as malevolent and selfish individuals. I finished Turbulence feeling quite despondent, still, I'll encourage others to read it, perhaps it may prove to be the right story for them; sadly not for me.
Growing up poor, his parents were unable to afford lessons at the local glider school, so he learned how to build planes instead.
He and I met under a cloud of clichés:
Boy meets girl. Boy charms girl. Boy fucks girl.
Our story was supposed to end right after the orgasms, right after we went our separate ways.
But then we saw each other again...
And neither of us could walk away.
Our rules were simple.
Our passion was scandalous.
Our hearts were supposed to be safe...
But when you find something so all-consuming--something so intoxicating and inescapable, you'll risk everything you've ever had, even if you're destined to crash and burn.
This is us.
This is our messed up love.
This is turbulence.
His smirk slid into a cocky smile. “Did you come here alone?”
“I came alone,” I said, barely hearing my own voice.
“Hmmm.” His fingers slid down to my neck, his heated touch setting my skin on fire. “Did you plan on leaving here alone?”
“What if I did?”
“Then I think you need to change your mind.” With that, his hand went around my waist and he pulled me close, kissing me deeply, making me forget the people around us...
"This was his apartment. I'd just brought him here for a one-night stand and given him a tour of his own fucking apartment..."
“Gillian.” His mouth returned to mine. “Say yes to fucking me at landing.”
“No.” I bit his lip and stepped back. “I can’t.”
He looked completely confused. “And why is that?”
“Because if I were to sleep with you again, I’d have to be your only one.”
...
“If I agree to this,” he said, his jaw clenched. “There will be no late night emotional talks, no mention of the words ‘more’ ‘us’ or ‘relationship’, and I won’t be taking you out on any dates… You don’t get to ask me questions about anything more than if I can go harder, longer, and deeper… We’ll share our bodies, not out lives… That’s all I can ever give you.”
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close, using his free hand to wipe away my tears with his fingertips. He caresses my back and kisses the corners of my mouth, softly biting my bottom lip like he usually does, right before he fucks me. “You know that I never want to hurt you.”
“Do I?”
“You fucking should.” He bites my bottom lip again, much harder this time, and then he whispers against my mouth. “I need you to give ‘us’ another chance.”
“I won't be the guy you think you can call when you need to talk to someone. Unless it's about how wet your pussy is, I don't want your name on my call log, and I don't need you thinking we'll ever be friends.”
Look, I don’t typically do one night stands.”
“Then we won’t call it a one-night stand.”
“A night of meaningless sex, then?”
“A night of fucking,” he said, his voice low. “A night of me owning your pussy on every single surface in my hotel room. If we make it past the alley, that is.”
In my world, a connection was a temporary lull in an itinerary, a short-term flight that eventually led to a final destination and nothing more. The word itself was fleeting, never final, and it never applied to relationships.
If I agree to this,” he said, his jaw clenched. “There will be no late night emotional talks, no mentions of the words ‘more’ ‘us’ or ‘relationship’, and I won’t be taking you out on any dates.”
I wanted to deny that even though she was the exact type I should stay away from, I couldn’t seem to get close enough. She was getting under my skin, slipping into my marrow, and that was a problem.
“This is hardly Love
Then it’s hardly lust
Then we’ll just call it us”
"This is hardly love."
"Then it's hardly lust."
"Then we'll just call it us."
“Because the next time we argue—if we argue again that is, you’ll have a visual reminder that you don’t ever need to waste your time looking for someone else.”
“I won’t be the guy you think you can call when you need to talk to someone.” He paused. “Unless it’s about how wet your pussy is, I don’t want your name on my call log, and I don’t need you thinking we’ll ever be friends.”
→I mean, it least he’s fucking honest 💀
The asshole in 4C kissed her hand after she brought him a glass of wine. Then he caressed it as he flirted with her for a least three minutes. (I fucking counted.)
“Are you fucking someone else?”
“We haven’t spoken in weeks.” I grit my teeth. “I haven’t seen you in weeks, and this is the first thing you ask me? How about, ‘Hello, Gillian. It’s been a long time since we last spoke. How are you?’”
“Hello, Gillian.” He mocks me, locking his eyes on mine. “It’s been a long time since we last spoke. How are you?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “Are you fucking someone else?”
Foolish, foolish girl... So much for not being a doormat. I feel like one of the heroines in an old romance book—one of the Mary Sues who’s willing to put up with anything from an asshole hero in exchange for amazing cock.As if that would make me feel more sympathetic towards Gillian; as if it wasn't what Gillian was doing all along. It didn't matter what the hero did, this is exactly how she acted. Jake treats her horribly, then waves his cock at her and she gives in. Every. Single. Time. Oh, the author does try to give her heroine a backbone. Gillian tries to break up a few times, but nope, cock > self-respect.
“The point is, I haven’t seen or fucked you in months, and I haven’t seen or fucked anyone else in months either.” He pressed his lips against mine. “And that, no one else will ever compare. I miss and I love you, and only you. And most of all, I miss fucking you.”