Free Flight and Fantasy by Viola Grace

Wingless Annanya has been working on a flight suit for the grand exhibition, but meeting a handsome prince throws a wrench into the works. Can a woman raised amongst a species with wings ever find true happiness with a man who can soar when she can’t? Hell yeah.

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    Copyright © 2011 Viola Grace
    Cover art by Martine Jardin
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    Flight and Fantasy
    By
    Viola Grace

    “She went this way. Get her!” Feet pounded past her hiding place and kept going.
    Annanya hid under the skimmer, flat on her back with no clearance between her breasts and the transport.
    Since she would be stuck there for a few minutes at least, she looked at the open panel right above her head. There was sparking damage from a short so she reached up and began to rewire the ship.
    Running into Cabre with Nasha had been trouble, but when her friends started in on mocking the wingless wonder , nothing could stop them. They fashioned a pair of wings out of garbage and were trying to pin them on her when she struggled away from Cabre’s cronies and hid under the skimmer.
    She froze when she heard footsteps return. “Sir, have you seen a wingless woman here?”
    A deep voice almost made her jump out of her skin. She hadn’t thought there was anyone in the repair bay. “No. Nothing so exotic as that.”
    Cabre’s voice was tight, “Sorry to disturb you, sir. I will look elsewhere.”
    “That would be wise. The owner is fussy about those who surround his skimmer.”
    She could see Cabre’s feet as his heels snapped together and he departed the repair bay. The other feet did not go anywhere.
    “Miss? You can’t have much room under there and the skimmer can’t fly right now, so you are stuck unless you choose to come out and converse with me.” The boot tips were pointed at her and she couldn’t help but admire the deep burgundy gleam of the polish.
    “Just give me a minute to finish these repairs and I will be right out, sir.” Since Cabre had addressed him as sir, it was a safe bet that she was under the skimmer of a noble.
    The last couplings were managed with the wire cutters and crimping pliers she kept in her corset. Some girls packed it with tissues, she put tools in.
    Annanya sealed the panel and scooted slowly out from under the skimmer. She was sure that she had grime on her cheeks and hands, but when she saw the owner of the skimmer her stomach dropped to her tailbone. “Your Highness.”
    She scrambled to her feet and gave a curtsey with her short skirt. Her tights were bagging at the knees, her corset was bulging with tools and her blouse was a silvery grey. She was not at her best to meet royalty.
    He touched her chin and lifted it so she was looking into his unbelievably blue eyes. “You recognized me.”
    “Of course, Your Highness. I read the news and follow the flickers.” She shoved her white blonde hair out of her eyes. It had escaped from her braid once again.
    “What is your