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?

She takes my breath away; she is so beautifully damaged.
Yes I had broken her, ravished her life, destroyed her happiness. I brought her to ultimate despair. I was responsible for all the pain and suffering that now brought her to her knees in front of me. Broken.
Hopeless.
Reckless in her agony. She is a mirror of my own tortured soul. But what I took away I can give back.
In ways she cannot even begin to imagine.

She is everything right in all my wrongs. She loves me. She needs me. She has no idea I’m the one who wrecked her life.