I felt the blowing wind rustle, caution me, telling me to get out of its path-but I didn’t. I never stood an opportunity.

Some weather and road mishaps leave me trapped in the center of a blizzard with a comprehensive stranger. In the back of a pickup. For forty-eight freakin’ hours.

A stranger with long hair, tattoo designs, and rippling with muscle tissue.

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 set a fire in me which i couldn’t put out.

Some people chase storms for the stunning thrill. What happens when the surprise chases you?Contains mature themes.