Genre(s): Music, New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Published: September 28th 2014
The calm before the storm…
I lived in the quiet stillness.
I felt the wind rustle, warning me, telling me to get out of its path.
But I didn’t.
I never stood a chance.
A series of weather and road mishaps leaves me trapped in the middle of a blizzard with a complete stranger. In the back of a pickup truck. For forty-eight freakin’ hours.
A stranger with long hair, tattoos, and rippling with muscle.
A stranger with an insanely sexy voice and a wicked smile that turned my insides to jelly.
A stranger who held me in his arms, calmed me, and then set a fire in me that I couldn’t put out.
Storm lives up to his name. Beautiful. Dangerously inviting. Tumultuous. Dark. A clash of hot and cold.
He’s used to getting everything he wants.
And now he wants me.
Some people chase storms for the beautiful thrill. What happens when the storm chases you?
We move to the couch, and I take the bow off the gift carefully. I want to save it. Soon, it
will live in a box in my closet with all things precious to me, little memories I’ve collected.
Wrapping off, I lift off the lid. Whatever it is, it’s buried in tissue paper. I move it all aside
and lift whatever it is out...
Holy. Wow. I gently turn it over in my hands, and my heart just soars. I can’t even form
words as I hold this amazing gift in my hands. It’s a snow globe, and inside is a tiny
miniature pick-up truck with two little people holding hands and a dog, all surrounded by
trees. The little man even has long hair. Obviously, he paid someone with quite a bit of talent
to make this for me.
“I remember you said you love snow globes,” he explains. “I thought one with us in it
would be cool.”
I hold it between us as I watch the snowflakes fall around the little ‘US’ inside. It’s so
unexpected and sweet. I want to climb inside and live in this sweet scene forever.
I lay it on my lap and throw my arms around him. “I love it so much. Thank you. It’s one
of the best gifts I’ve ever received.” I don’t want to let him go. I know I cling to him for too
long, but it feels so good in his arms.
He holds me just as tight. “I’m glad you like it. I’m not usually good with gifts.”
I pull away reluctantly. “It’s the best, really. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”
I kiss his cheek. “I just love it.”
I stand and walk to the mantle and put it next to my mom’s little gingerbread house.
“I’m going to keep it out all year round, you know,” I tell him.
“Good. Hopefully, it will remind you to call me when you’re supposed to,” he teases.
I shake my head at him and grab my coat. “I call you when I can.” Taking my coat from
me, he holds it out for me to slip into, then puts his arms around me from behind, pulling me
against his body, his arms crossed in front of me.
“Where’s my bow?” he whispers.
My body instinctively sinks back against him. “You promised to behave.”
“I lied.” His lips are on my neck, kissing softly. “I didn’t know you would look so
delicious.” The slight scruff on his face tickles me. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about me,”
he says as his hand travels down my side, over my hip, and rests on my outer thigh, pulling
my lower body against his.
“We promised no more of this, Storm.
His lips are all over my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking. My mind starts to spin and
twirl, blurring the lines between right and wrong, good girl and bad girl.
“I don’t like that promise anymore.” His hand grips my leg tighter, inching between my
legs now, his lips moving down to my shoulder, my sweater pushed aside. His other hand
finds my scarf, and slowly wraps it around my neck, tugging it slightly, pulling my head back
to him. A tiny moan escapes me, and I try to pull away, but he tugs it harder, not choking me,
but holding me there against his lips.
“I like you just like this. You can’t get away.”
His hand moves between my thighs and his finger slides over me, pushing the fabric of my jeans against me.
“I can feel how wet you are,” he whispers.
I am lost in his sensuality. I have no defense against it. I am clueless as to how to
respond to it. Twelve years of mundane sex has left me a perpetual virgin. I am stagnant,
scared, frozen, trembling. Aching. I want to turn around and just let him do anything.
Everything. I want to unravel beneath him and be nothing but his. His, his, his.
I turn in his arms to face him. His eyes are dark with lust, his hair falling over his face in
the way that I love. I grab his shirt with my hands. It’s unbuttoned almost to the middle of
his chest. Not really appropriate for Christmas dinner, but definitely hot. I finally allow my
lips to touch his chest, my first kiss to him. His hands come up and hold my head against
“Yes, baby...” he breathes. “Let yourself want me.” His breathing is ragged, his hands
tangling in my hair, yanking my head up toward him, his lips crashing down on mine,
It’s he who pulls away. Steps back slightly. But his eyes still hold me... caress me...
motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts. My debut
series, Ashes & Embers, follows the lives of rock band members as they find, and sometimes lose,
the loves of their lives.
My first novel in the Ashes & Embers series, Storm, will be available in September of 2014.
Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our
multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.
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