The calm before the storm... I lived in quiet silence, feeling the rustling of the wind, which warned me, asked me to get out of its path. But I didn't. I had no chance.

A series of weather and traffic incidents trapped me in the middle of a snowstorm with a complete stranger. In the back seat of a pickup truck. For a very strange forty-eight hours. He had long hair, tattoos and some good muscle definition.

A stranger with an insanely sexy voice and a wicked smile that turned my insides to jelly. The stranger who held me in his arms comforted me and lit a fire inside me that I couldn't put out. Storm lives up to her name. Beautiful. Dangerous. Attractive. Noisy. Dirty. He is a mixture of passion and calm. He is used to getting what he wants.

And now he wants me.

Some chase the storm for the amazing thrill. But what could happen if the storm starts chasing you instead of you chasing it?