The spice was 5/5. Zanders is a playboy so he has moves and skills he deserves, but I was pleasantly surprised by Stevie’s confidence, even if he was initially hesitant. They were flammable in the best way. On the romantic side, I couldn’t stop fainting. The way Zanders loves Stevie through his insecurities and the way Stevie loves him through her grudges on the past is so good. They challenge each other and get stronger. Growing with not only Zanders but Stevie is insane and makes me love this book so much. The portrayal of mental health in Liz’s book is simply incredible. With all his books, I never wanted them to end. I can’t wait for the next book in the series and see Liz becoming an even more amazing author. This was a very interesting read. It's my first ever Rebecca Chance, and I know she's super popular with other readers and I can sort of see why. Mile High is a ridiculously long read (it took me 6 hours, or thereabouts) and for the most part it kept me gripped throughout. I did want a little bit more action- when you're promised a ten-hour flight and a stalker who's desperate to get what they want, you kind of expect a lot more action and tension. But we actually rarely heard from the stalker, which made me sad. If we'd go to know their thought processes a bit more, it would have ratcheted up the tension hugely. I actually had no idea who the stalker was, and I changed my mind more times than I care to admit over who I thought it was.

When the characters were already talking (although mostly I had a feeling that this book is one long narration, as so few interactions took place there) I wasn't sure if they are eventually going to come to a conclusion, because there was so much inner monologuing between the lines that I really mostly lost my hope to get to the point sometime.I loved trying to work out who some of the characters were based on, some quite obviously and some quite loosely. For example there's a rather brilliant and hilarious anecdote about what happened to the CEO of a lowcost Irish airline. And Pure Air is just one in a long line of businesses formed under the 'Pure' umbrella and headed up by a larger than life billionaire. I also loved the bitchiness amongst the crew. Rebecca Chance clearly has some sort of insight into the airline world because the whole thing was so incredibly believable. It's obvious that crew are viewed with respect depending on which airline they work for, and how high up in the food chain they are and it doesn't get much higher than working for Pure Air, especially on this flight. What I don’t like is the new flight attendant on our team’s private plane. She works for me, not the other way around. But I’ll be sure to remind her of that, and I can guarantee, by the end of the season, she’ll be begging to quit her job. I have read a few books in this genre recently and I would probably have to consider them now to be my guilty pleasure. They, to me anyway, are delicious escapism. Larger than life characters with bank balances to match doing the things that people with too much money are destined to do but at the same time, falling into all the pitfalls that accompany that kind of behaviour / lifestyle. Throw in a bit of humour to the heady plot, combine with some potent pills and you have an inflammatory mix of personalities and situations.

There's an almost claustrophobic feel about this story.Whilst the description of the Luxe pods with their cashmere slippers and leather beds are wonderful, the reader is aware that there is nowhere for the characters to hide. They are cocooned, within the confines of the plane for the ten hour flight and this adds a tension to the plot. Despite the cult that has grown up around Condon, he is not really a great novelist, and certainly makes no pretensions about the value of his work. But as a practitioner of the fiction of information, no one else comes close to him....I love Rebecca Chance and I always look forward to reading her books. I have read most of her work by this point. I'm the newest Captain of the Devils, Chicago's NBA team, and the last thing I needed this year was for Indy Ivers, my sister's best friend, to move into my apartment. She's messy, emotional, and way too tempting.

At first, I really wanted to fly Pure Air, but I don’t think I’m that brave! In fact, I think it may have made me a little nervous of ever getting on a plane again! Although I think I’m more likely to bump into Angela than Lucinda! Mile High is Rebecca Chance's eighth novel. I've been a fan of Rebecca's for a long time, her books are fun, indulgent, glamorous, flamboyant and saucy. Mile High seems to be the beginning of a new journey for Rebecca, she has a new publisher, the cover is completely different to her previous books and Mile High is most certainly falls more into the thriller genre, albeit a very glamorous thriller. The title, for only the second time in Condon's eight novels, is not derived from a fictitious Keener's Manual mentioned in most of his earlier novels. Only his second, and most famous work, The Manchurian Candidate, had not previously used doggerel from the Manual as a title source. I loved the bitchy comments that came out from some of the cabin crew, comments that Judge Rinder would have been proud of! In fact, I think I would have quite liked to work that flight! But when the team's General Manager vocalizes his blatant disapproval of my promotion to Captain, referring to me as an unapproachable lone wolf with no work-life balance, I can't think of a better way to convince him otherwise than pretending to date my outgoing roommate.

Success!

They might be, except that Condon loses his balance and—odd for him—goes off the shallow end. For the first time in eight novels, he wavers from his delightful obsession that maniacal rigidity is civilization's main motivating force and therefore the only human quirk worth a novelist's attention.... I’ve been a flight attendant for years. I thought I’d see it all, but when my new job lands me onboard working for the most egotistical and self-righteous diva in the NHL, I start to second guess everything. Including the promise I made to myself of never hooking up with an athlete again…no matter how annoyingly tempting he may be. Then we have the crew who is so bitchy that they seemed more entertaining than the actual entertainers on the flight. There are different levels of crew depending on which airline they work for and it creates a class difference. Crew working for high-class airline look down on the crew working on budget airlines.