Hello Adventure Lovers!
Have you read Chapter 17 of Storm Shadow, Book 1 of the Storm Series? Its fraught with tension between Michael and Kait as they each try to resist their growing desire for the other, while becoming ever more entangled in a web of danger. Can Michael release his past and reach for a future with Kait? Can Kait trust the enigmatic man that saved her from certain death? Here’s a little Storm Sneak Peek to whet your appetite. Enjoy!
Torrential winds billowed and howled outside, rattling the windows and bending the trees. The walls of the hotel creaked under duress, fighting to stand their ground against the battering gusts of rain, surf spray, and wind. Kait awoke amidst the dark and the din, tucked safely in a cocoon of softness, a heavy weight draped around her protectively. She couldn’t see Michael in the dark of the night, but she could feel him beside her—warm and solid—a comforting juxtaposition to the raging elements outside.
Her senses instantly heightened by the powerful stimuli all around her, a cascade of hormones beset her body as she lay there motionless. His face was nestled in her hair, his breath tickling her ear with its steady rhythm. Her pulse and breathing quickened even as she tried to deny the cause. She was under siege in every sense of the word—the frothing hurricane overpowering her from the outside, Michael’s mass, breath, and heat oppressing and tantalizing her all at once from the inside.
It’s only the storm—nothing to get worked-up about!
Feeling suddenly trapped and overheated, Kait needed to move her sore, overtaxed body, stretch her limbs, and cool off. Conserving every move, she tried to extract herself from the bed without disturbing his much-needed sleep. It was impossible; she was wrapped tightly in a blanket and his embrace, and completely naked underneath. Flushing with embarrassment, she was suddenly glad for the darkness.
Good criminy! He’s already seen everything.
She gasped when a deep voice rumbled low in her ear. “Good evening, Kaitlyn.”
Kait halted her movement. His deep, sexy voice made her bones quiver subtly as an age-old battle broke out between her analytical mind and her hopeful heart. “Sorry, to wake you,” she whispered.
Wrong time, wrong place, wrong man!
Michael lifted his head, clicked on a flashlight and stood it upright like a lantern on the bedside table, then started to pull her even closer—if that was even possible—but stopped the instant his eyes connected with hers.