First class travel isn't all champagne, caviar and room to lie down. As Pure Air's new LuxeLiner takes off on it's maiden voyage from London to LA, first class is packed with A list celebs. But there is someone more sinister onboard too. A stalker, who has one of the world's most famous diva's in their sights.
While suave pilots and ageing actors chase sexy stewardesses into darkened corners for clandestine clinches, the stalker is preparing to join the mile high club. And at 30,000ft, their prey has nowhere to hide...
Now, exclusive to Reveal.co.uk, you can read the prologue to this brand new bonkbuster. Buckle your belts and settle in for the ride.
Are you ready to join the mile-high club? I've been waiting so patiently for so long for us to be together . . . you know how good I've been, how slow I've taken things. But now, finally, it's time . . .
Pen in hand, the stalker considered these words. Did they fully convey the excitement that was flooding through the stalker's body, the heady, dizzy thrill of closing in, at long last, on the object of their desire?
The fantasy had always been extremely particular, extreme- ly specific. Luckily, the stalker was not only a very patient person, but a born planner. Waiting had never been an issue; in fact, it had been a highly pleasurable part of the game. The slow, long-range task of putting all the pieces in place had been enormously satisfying. All the obstacles had been cleared, one by one, until every circumstance slotted perfectly together, the anticipation building month by month, year by year, until it culminated in this exquisite moment.
Finally, they were so close, the stalker and the target: Catalina, one of the few celebrities so famous that she was known simply by her first name. It was an accolade reserved only for singers; mere actors never had that privilege, no matter how many Oscars they won. She was a global star. There wasn't a country in the world where a mention of Catalina would not spark instant recognition, prompt someone to hum a chorus of one of her ridiculously catchy songs. Her schedule was tightly controlled, her public appearances planned out far in advance, including, naturally, the one on which she was about to embark.
This was where the stalker's meticulous organisation skills had been so crucial. They had schemed and plotted and planned like a general positioning troops on a tactics board, moving the central piece, Catalina, to exactly this point, bringing her and her stalker together in the same airport terminal, about to board the same plane, where they would share the same air, the same space.
And then they would join the mile-high club together.
There was no doubt in the stalker's mind that once this had happened, everything would change. That had been their conviction, right from the beginning. Once the eagerly anticipated physical connection with Catalina had been established, the whole world would crack and reform, reshape itself into an entirely new, glittering creation. It was fanciful, the stalker acknowledged with a little smile, but the image that symbolized this transformation so vividly for them was the scene in the first Superman film, where Christopher Reeve, alone in an icy, desolate polar landscape, places a single crystal into the snow and watches in dazzled wonder as the bleak white wastes explode into a riot of diamond-bright shards of glass, shooting up to form an ice palace fit for a queen.
Fit even for Catalina. Beautiful, enchanting, magical Catalina. The stalker drew in a long breath, thinking of how close they were to their own personal queen; the hand holding the pen trembled. Only a few hours until the Pure Air LuxeLiner was slicing through the cold skies over the Atlantic, heading for a midnight landing at Los Angeles International. And before its wheels touched down on the LAX runway, the dream the stalker had been nursing for so very long would have come to pass. Catalina would have been seduced and conquered by the sheer, unstoppable force of the stalker's love for her.
The stalker's eyes, which had been filmed over with desire, refocused on the words printed neatly on the paper of the notebook. The pen lowered, made some excisions: the message should be simpler and more concise. Catalina would have drunk some champagne at the launch, possibly taken a sleeping pill when she boarded the plane. Rumour had it that she was withdrawn at the moment, her usual vivacious, bubbly, outgoing personality – for which she was beloved by her multitude of fans throughout the world – oddly subdued. Because Catalina was always positive, always smiling, always joyous, just like her music.
For the last few months, however, she had barely been on the media radar, and was emerging from seclusion only because of a long-standing professional obligation to sing at the upcoming Oscars. She had just completed the British leg of the pre-publicity tour and was now heading for LA, the Dolby Theatre and her performance of 'Forever is Now', the song she had written for the latest Disney animated blockbuster.
To the stalker, that title was the perfect omen, the symbol of the future into which the newly minted couple were about to walk, entwined, beaming, madly in love. It was as if Catalina had known, somehow, what was in store for her, whom she was destined to meet on her journey to sing that song live before a TV audience of forty million people. As if she had predicted her own imminent happiness when she composed those lyrics.
The stalker drew in a long, slow breath of sheer pleasure. Inside their skull, Catalina was singing 'Forever is Now', every note, every inflection, every flourish and modulation exquisitely familiar to the stalker. That song belonged to the two of them already. It was their theme tune, their love ballad. They would hold hands and listen to it together, over and over again, smiling into each other's eyes with sheer delight that finally they had found each other, and their life as a couple had begun.
Are you ready to join the mile-high club? It's time.
And it was signed, like all of the previous messages had been:
Reprinted by permission of Pan Macmillan © (2015) Rebecca Chance
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