Made For Her

Science Fiction Romance... Have you ever heard of such a genre? I hadn't until I had the chance to help out a great author, Jessica Subject. We connected a couple years ago, and she had asked me about simulator training. She needed to create some romantic tension between the female simulator instructor, in a 737, and the student. Who better to ask than a female simulator instructor/writer? I had some fun with this. And Jessica dedicated her book to me. Thank you Jessica.

What if the flight instructor wanted to teach a cocky clone, named D32, a lesson. So she sets him up, and the simulator with a 25 knot crosswind and a slippery runway. A sneak peek into the future with clones, from Made For Her...

After D32 was cleared for takeoff, he rolled onto the runway. He applied full power. At ninety knots, she added a slippery runway then failed the engine. As she expected, he skidded off the tarmac before getting airborne.

“Fuck!” His fist met the armrest. “Seriously, why do we have to practice this shit?”

“Let me show you how it’s done. I am, after all, the best.” She grinned, removing the slippery runway and reducing the weight and wind before climbing into the seat on the right side of the cockpit. As she applied power, the speed increased. The engine failed as programmed and she pulled the plane off without even rocking the wings. Then she put the plane on autopilot and climbed out of her seat to the panel. With the plane back at the end of the runway, she reprogrammed it for another takeoff. “Okay, let’s try it again.”

“Why bother? I’m never going to get it. I might as well pack it in and head back to the labs, where I belong.”

She saw the resignation in his eyes and felt bad for setting him up. She wouldn’t let him go back to the labs, though. “Daniel never gave up, even when the odds were stacked against him. Stay calm, and I’ll coach you this time.”

She sat in the first officer’s seat. He applied thrust, preparing for another takeoff. When the engine failed, he rolled sideways off the runway and into the grass, again. “Shit, shit, shit.”

After she reset the simulator, she climbed in beside him. “Your only problem is you’re not putting in enough rudder. This time I’m going to give you the failure fifteen knots early. Don’t abort, but stay on the runway. When you get stable and straight, we’ll rotate. I’ll help you with how much rudder to use.”

“That’s not going to help me learn to do it myself.”

She’d rather see him cocky than like this. His vulnerability made him too difficult to despise. “Yes, it will. You need to get the feel. Do it once and you’ve got it.”

She leaned over and placed a hand on his thigh. He raised his eyebrows and gave her a sly grin. “Don’t get too excited. I’m just going to teach you how to get this baby up.”

“Yeah, well I have no problems getting other things up.”

She rolled her eyes, ignoring her racing heart. “Focus. When I squeeze your leg, you push the rudder to the floor. The harder I squeeze, the more you push. When I let up, you bring the rudder back out a little. Then get yourself on the center line, running straight down the runway. We’ll pull her back about one degree per second, up to ten degrees. Ready?”

He beamed. “You really are the best instructor. Do you give everyone this hands-on lesson?”

Her cheeks flushed as she squeezed his thigh. “Only you.” Why did she admit that? She wasn’t supposed to give him special treatment. General Madison had already reminded her not to get attached in any way, that all the clones would eventually leave. His warning hadn’t stopped her fantasies, though.

When Dare brought the levers up, she refocused her attention. Her hand relaxed on his thigh as he advanced them to takeoff power. “Eighty knots.”

“Check,” he said.

“One hundred knots.”

“Check.”

“Engine failure.” She squeezed hard. He pushed in the rudder. “More, harder!” A grunt escaped his lips as he complied. She lightened her grip on his thigh. “Now, take it back a little. That’s good, right there. Put that center line between your legs.”

“I’d like to put….”

“Focus! Good, now VR, rotate, slowly up to ten degrees.” 

The plane lifted off with precision. “Fuckin’ A.”

“I told you you could do it. Now gear up, and we’ll get her cleaned up.”


When I asked Jessica how she began writing Science Fiction Romance, she said.

"About four years ago, I started writing a superhero story for my daughter. But the superheroes became aliens (my fav superhero is Superman), and they lost their powers. One of my critique partners who had read that story suggested I write an alien romance for one of her publishers, and I did. I've been writing aliens ever since. In a way, it's been therapy for me, as after I watched Signs, I had a huge paranoia about aliens. With Made For Her, I wanted to do something different. Cloning is a very controversial subject, and I wanted to show a glimpse of what could happen in the future if the government resorts to human cloning for military use. "

If you want a really fun read, filled with romance, sex, and airplane stuff... that makes you wonder, what if.... check out Made For Her Available on kindle now.

Enjoy the Journey!
XO Karlene