Flying by Megan Hart

Ever hear of wanderlust? Every other weekend, Stella buys a ticket on the next flight out of town and leaves her life behind. Home is a place with too many memories, and departure is the sweetest possible distraction. As soon as she arrives at her destination, Stella visits the airport bar. She orders a drink and waits for the right guy to come along. A bored businessman, a backpacker, a baggage handler just off shift. If he's into a hot, no-strings hookup, he's perfect. Each time is a thrilling escape from reality that gives the term layover a whole new meaning. When Stella meets the enigmatic Matthew in Chicago one weekend, she hits some serious turbulence. Something about him tells her she's not the only one running from the past. The connection between them is explosive, and for the first time, one taste is not enough for Stella. But returning to find a gorgeous man waiting for her is the easy part and facing the reason she's there is a whole other matter.


I was more than a bit intrigued when I read the blurb. Or, let me just say, I had a wtf moment and told myself I just had to read this book. Curiosity killed the cat, etc.

The premise held a promise and sexy intrigue that I couldn't find in the book. As it turned out, I found the characters a tad weak. And that's saying it mildly. ***SPOILERS*** Stella uses the privilege to fly free or cheap, a perk from being an ex to an airline executive, to meet other men. Meet being the mildest of euphemisms here. On the other hand, Matthew still could not say no to his ex-wife (who also did not know what the meaning of divorced meant). As you can see, a perfect recipe for a disappointment.

In short, the whole story got a bit tiresome and I was relieved to have it end. I have read other stuff by MH and I know she can do better than this.


Final verdict: 4/10. Meh.