Title: Beautiful Storm
Author: Megan Isaacs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 7, 2015
He was my salvation.
Interviewing the notorious owner of ‘Ignition’ should have been simple. When asked to go home with him, I should’ve said ‘no.’ But Noah Hamilton’s tattooed, hard body and rugged features were impossible to resist. I wanted him to touch me. And I longed to be loved again. I craved the escape and was desperate to know him. Much like his lifestyle, our heated affair took off at warp speed, proving to be stronger than either of us anticipated. Trapped between my past and future, there was only one decision to make. So I ran…
She was my downfall.
From the moment Lizzie Ryder stepped into my shop, I wanted her. Had to have her. A reserved journalist with a body of sin and mesmerising eyes was all it took for me to fall. Hard. The night she let me touch her, taste her, I knew I was done for. I never deserved her, but needed to make her mine. She found the heart I never knew I had, brought it to life, and then crushed it to dust. And just like her storm-filled eyes, I drowned in the flood of her desertion. Reaching my breaking point, I struggled to forget the only woman I ever foolishly fell for and dove headfirst into my dark past, barely surviving her.
And now she’s back.
What happens when our weaknesses become our strengths? Do we reveal and fight…or keep our secrets and run? And can we withstand the devastation left after the Beautiful Storm?
Due to sexual content, possible triggers, and excessive bad language reader discretion is advised. 18+
I grab my drink and make my way around to the other side of the dance floor. The fight to get there becomes worth it when I find Lizzie still where I spotted her. She’s leant on the railing, which surrounds the dance floor, and her face is turned away from me. Most people would think she’s watching the dancing, but her chin’s tilted slightly upwards. I follow what I think is her line of sight to find nothing but darkness. Shame I can’t observe her from the front, but I’d guess she’s wearing a thousand-yard stare.I move in close to her, resting my forearms on the railing, which brings me down to her level. No movement comes from her. She has no idea anyone is next to her at all. Not wanting to scare her, I nudge her with my thigh. Startled, she stands up straighter and turns at the same time, almost losing her footing. Instinctively, I reach out to save her. She stands still, her chest heaving, and slowly lifts her head. The heat in my body increases with every millisecond it takes her to reach my face.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
For a second, the strobe lights graze her face, revealing a pink tinge to her cheeks.“It’s okay…I’m sorry about earlier.” Her gaze won’t meet mine so I let her wrists go, even though my fingers itch at the loss of contact.
I’m sick of the woman spending more time looking at the floor than at me. I want, no, I need her to look at me. Crooking I crook my forefinger under her chin, and I raise it up so she has no choice. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. We danced. I wanted to kiss you. You didn’t want it.” I let her chin go and shrug my shoulders like I’m not bothered by it, when, if I’m honest, it fucking meant something to me. “No big deal.”
“No. You’re wrong.” Her voice is timid, and hard to hear above the music.
“What do you mean?”
She seems to bolster herself like she did in our interview. Her shoulders square back, her chest rises with a deep inhale, and then she raises her eyes and her gaze meets mine.
Her body grazes against mine and my arms instinctively wrap around her, pulling her against me. I know she can feel me when her hips tilt and press in harder. The constant noise from the club fades away, no longer the focus of my attention. I hear nothing but her and her stuttered breaths.
Her eyelids flutter shut and when she opens them, there’s an electric storm in her eyes. Still, I wait, desperate for an answer but unwilling to push for one. I get what I’ve been waiting for. She nods her head , all the while keeping eye contact with me.
Not yet. Not here.
This book…… I don’t even know where to start. First you meet Lizzie, she’s a sweet woman who is stuck in a destructive relationship. She knows she needs to get away, because things are getting bad. But she just doesn’t know how. It’s amazing that even though she has her moments of weakness, she also has this strength to her that leaves you in awe. Not many woman could go what she goes through and comes out of it in the end a strong person.
Then there is Noah, hot damn is that man one sexy beast! He’s sin incarnated and you can’t help but lose yourself to his charms. Though he seems to think that he isn’t able to do any kind of relationship that lasts longer than one night, he can’t keep the magnetic Lizzie out of his mind. Ever since they day she walked into his office for that interview, she’s been haunting his dreams.
These two, they have more in common than they think, their secrets and their pasts come colliding together in a way they never thought possible. They have so many things that stand in their way, but will they let the obstacles rip them apart or make them stronger? Will they get that HEA they so greatly deserve?
This books gives you everything you’re looking for in a romance novel. Megan so such an amazing job of connecting you to her characters, that you feel all of their emotions. I will say this ladies, have either a fan or extra panties nearby, these sex scenes between Lizzie and Noah are scorching hot!! If you are looking for a book that will suck you in and leaving you on your knees begging for more, this is THE book for you!
Megan Isaacs lives happily in the UK with her husband and son.
If you asked her about herself she would say she’s completely crackers. Always the introvert with an extrovert exterior. A complete mash up of improbabilities.
She loves her family, but that goes without saying. She loves reading and tea. Lots and lots of tea. She used to be pretty good shot with a shotgun, but hasn’t shot since she was five months pregnant when she beat her husband for the one and only time. Hanging up her barrels seemed like a good idea after that.