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 leave 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.
Some people chase storms for the beautiful thrill. What happens when the storm chases you?
Contains mature themes.