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 leave me trapped in the middle of a blizzard with a complete stranger. In the back of a pickup truck. For 48 freakin' hours.

A stranger with long hair, tattoos, and rippling with muscle. A stranger with an insanely sexy voice and a wicked smile that turns my insides to jelly. A stranger who holds me in his arms, calms me, and then sets a fire in me that I can't put out.

Some people chase storms for the beautiful thrill. What happens when the storm chases you?

Contains mature themes.