I've got 19 days to chew my nails before TAKE ME NOW is published, but I've decided I should just put those days to better use, and give you an occasional glimpse of behind the scenes before publication.
Nairn’s jet was a delight to fly, a newer version than any she’d flown before. Too soon she followed instructions from air traffic control in London for descent, and after that handed the plane over to maintenance crew.
Her next challenge presented itself; the greatest so far since flying had been a pleasure. Another Range Rover awaited them, Aela expected to drive it to the London office. She’d spent five days as a tourist in London when she’d made landfall in the UK, and knew London traffic was vastly different from Lanera. Her boast about being competent with any transport Nairn might require had just boomeranged back and bitten her on the butt. Yet, she could do it. She would.
How would you describe Aela's expression as she views the car?
(Please forgive that the image above isn't quite a range rover, but the plane is close to Nairn's kind of jet!)