The Storm
The Hurricane, #3
by R.J. Prescott
Publication date: March 21st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports
Marie
Kelly is a survivor who doesn’t know when to quit. Against all odds, she’s
living a life she never dreamed she could have. It was enough… until a stubborn
boxer makes her want more.
Irish
charmer Kieran Doherty has been a fighter at Driscoll’s Gym for most of his
life. He’s been content to let his best friend take the spotlight, now it’s his
turn to make a name for himself in the world of heavy weight champions. Falling
in love is the one thing he vowed never to do, but meeting Marie changed
everything.
It’s
easy to imagine a happy-ever-after when the sun is shining. But when the storm
comes, and all hope seems lost, they both learn that if you want something
badly enough, you have to be willing to fight for it.
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EXCERPT:
When I finally plucked up a bit of courage, I peeped out of the
curtains to see Kieran throwing stones at the window.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down
your hair,” he mock shouted, when he caught my eye. I opened the window to
whisper loudly back at him.
“Are you high?” I asked. “Why
didn’t you just ring the doorbell or call me?”
“I thought this would be more
romantic,” he said.
“If I ignore the fact that my
nipples probably have frostbite, I am feeling romanced,” I replied. He looked
pained. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“You said ‘nipples’ and now I
can’t think of anything else,” he replied, making me smile.
“Now I’m down here, what’s the
chances of seeing an accidental nip slip?” he asked.
“Depends,” I replied.
“On what?” he asked.
“What’s in the bag?” I said.
“Hot chocolate and warm
doughnuts,” he said, holding up the bag as if to barter.
“Well, I would have said slim to
none, but fresh doughnuts might have just tipped the odds in your favour,” I
replied.
“Yesss!” he said, fist bumping
the air in victory.
I closed the window and ran to
buzz him in. He bounded up the stairwell, his heavy footsteps echoing loudly in
the hallway. When he got to my door, he looked me up and down, taking in my
short royal blue, silk pyjamas. Dropping the sack, he speared his hands into my
hair and pulled me into a kiss that had me melting. Kier didn’t kiss with just
his lips; he did it with his whole body. Without shoes on, I was tiny in
comparison, but inside of the cage of his huge arms, I felt protected and safe.
Despite his size, his lips were so gentle. He didn’t treat me like I was
fragile, but like I was precious, as though every touch was one that he was
experiencing for the first time and memorizing for later.
Feeling bold, I traced the seam
of his mouth with my tongue, and when he parted his lips and touched his tongue
against mine, I groaned. Every sensation was too much, and not enough. Breathless,
he pulled away from me to nuzzle his face in the crook of my neck. I reached up
and gently stroked the short hair at the back of his neck, making him sigh.
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Author Info
R.J.
Prescott was born in Cardiff, South Wales and studied law at the University of
Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation she fell in love with a crazy
firefighter and stayed in Bristol. Ten years later she convinced her husband to
move back to Cardiff, where they now live with their two sons. Juggling work,
writing and family doesn't leave leave a lot of time, but curling up on the
sofa with a cup of tea and a bar of chocolate for family movie night is
definitely the best part of her week. Her debut book "The Hurricane"
is a USA Today Bestselling duet novel concluded in "The Aftermath".
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