Book: Storm (ashes & embers #1)
Author: Carian Cole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis
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?
Excerpt
He shifts beneath me a bit and leans his
head against mine. Being so close to him
feels both strange and exhilarating.
Part of me wants to get as far away from him as possible but then a
seemingly bigger part of me wants to stay right where I am, enveloped in the
warmth of him, and keep feeling this strange tingling that is running through
my body. It’s a welcome distraction
right now, to feel this instead of the fear that keeps creeping up on me. I begin to slowly glide my fingers up and
down his, my small fingers sliding in between his large, then slowly over the
back of his hand.
His face is bent down besides mine, his
mouth near my ear. “No one’s ever
touched my hand like that before.” His
voice is soft and raspy, just slightly above a whisper. I freeze, not moving, not breathing. Shit.
What am I doing? “Don’t
stop. Please.” His grip on my hand tightens a little, not
wanting me to pull away, which I am definitely thinking of doing. Our hands began a dance of silent
caressing, our fingers tangling, traveling slowly up and down the length of
each other’s. To be honest I’ve never
felt anything so sensual in my life.
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
He moves his leg slightly and my body moves
with him and that’s when I feel his cock pressing against my ass. A tiny gasp escapes me and I freeze for a
moment but he gently pushes against me, his head still bent down against mine,
brushing his nose gently against my ear.
He feels huge and hard against me and I can’t stop myself from arching
back slightly and rubbing against him.
The faint erotic groan that comes from this massive muscular stranger
behind me ignites something in me I do not even recognize. His left hand moves slowly down my side and
rests on my hip, gently pulling me against him as he grinds against me. I can’t lie….he feels incredible even through
his jeans. I close my eyes and lean back
further, my head resting on his right shoulder, the side of his face still
buried in my hair. Our right hands are
still clasped together, and he slowly guides our hands between my legs to
gently rub against my pussy through the thin material of my slacks. Holy damn shit. A surge of a thousand tiny lightening bolts
races through my body. He slowly moves
his hand away from mine. “Touch
yourself.” He whispers in my ear as he
rests his right hand on my other hip, slowly pulling me back against his cock
to meet his subtle thrusts against me. I
am so turned on that I feel delirious and dizzy. I unbutton my slacks, pull the zipper down
and slide my hand down under my panties and begin to rub my clit in slow
circles, all the while arching my back against him and pressing his hard cock
further against my ass. My mind goes
blank as we grind against each other, my finger lost in the wet folds of my
sex. I feel his lips on my ear, brushing
a kiss against me, his breath becoming more ragged. I have never touched myself in front of
someone before but knowing he is watching me actually turns me on rather than
humiliates me.
“Come for me, Evie…”
His words send me over the edge, and within
seconds my entire body is shaking and quivering as I explode into orgasm, my
free hand digging into his leg as I arch back against him, wanting to feel more
of him. He moves his hand back over mine
and cups both of our hands over my wet mound as he grinds harder, his cock
wedged between my ass cheeks. I push my
body slowly up and down his just a tiny bit, feeling the length of him. He finally shudders beneath me, his hands
gripping me tighter, his breath hot and heavy against my ear.
We sit in silence in the dark, panting
against each other. I have no idea what
the hell just happened. I feel like I am
slowly coming out of a trance. I try to
sit up but he pulls me back against him, his arm across my chest. “No.”
His voice is still raspy. It’s
sexy as hell. “Don’t move yet.”
As I come down from my orgasmic stupor, I
am utterly ashamed of myself. How could
I have done such a thing? It all
happened so fast. Shit. I just dry humped a random strangers dick
with my ass. I really need to get out of
this truck fast and get away from this guy before he completely undoes me. I have never, ever touched another man. There has only been Michael in every
way. I feel completely sick to my
stomach. I push his arm off me and sit
up, disentangling myself from him like he’s an octopus on fire. I move across the seat and button up my
pants, not looking at him.
“Well that was one way to keep you quiet
and non-sarcastic.” He finally says.
“You’re a dick.”
“Ah, there’s my girl. I knew you’d come back.”
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~Marlene's Review~
The blurb for this book immediately grabbed my attention. Stranded in the middle of a storm in the backseat of a pickup truck? What an interesting twist. The possibilities of where this story could lead were very intriguing.
Storm is very swoon worthy. He’s sweet, sexy, caring, confident, and very anti-relationship. He leads Evelyn to believe that he is a motorcycle mechanic. He does work on motorcycles, but he leaves out that fact that he is in an up and coming band that has gained mass popularity. He can have any woman he wants, so why Evelyn? He doesn’t even seem to be sure why, but he does and is willing to wait for her to realize how much she wants him too.
Evelyn is a hot mess! She’s unsure of herself, sometimes annoying and very naïve to the fact that her twelve year relationship ran its course a long time ago. Evelyn goes through many moments of doubt and struggles with the fact that she is falling for another man. This stranger shouldn’t be having this effect on her, but he does, and that scares the hell out her.
I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised by this debut. The author successfully pulled me into every moment. I felt Storm’s frustration. I felt Evelyn’s trepidations. I felt the forbidden chemistry between these characters. And I most definitely felt the heat with every intimate scene. This author knows how to get your blood pumping and your face blushing.
I’m looking forward to reading future installments in this series. The author gives us a glimpse as to what is next with Vandal’s story at the end of this book. Sounds like it will be full of angst and simply delicious!
*Storm has a HEA and is book 1 of the Ashes & Embers series but all books can be read as a stand-alone. No cliffhangers. Vandal (book 2) coming in January 2015.
***Warning. This is an adult romance book and is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. It contains graphic sex scenes and explicit language.***
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Meet The Author
I
have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks,
ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls
that try to tame them and win their hearts. My debut series, Ashes
& Embers, follows the lives of rock band members as they find,
and sometimes lose, the loves of their lives.
My first novel in the Ashes & Embers series, Storm, was published in September of 2014.
Born
and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in beautiful New Hampshire with
my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time
writing, reading, and vacuuming.
Web Site:http://www.cariancole.com
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