Emily McCarthy is living in fear of a dark and dangerous past. A gifted mathematician, she is little more than a hollow, broken shell, trying desperately to make ends meet long enough to finish her degree. Through an unlikely friendship with the aging, cantankerous owner of an old boxing gym, Em is thrown into the path of the most dangerous man that she has ever met.
Cormac "the Hurricane" O'Connell is cut, tattooed and dangerous. He is a lethal weapon with no safety and everyone is waiting for the misfire. He's never been knocked out before, but when he meet Em he falls, HARD. Unlike any other girl he's ever met, she doesn't want anything from him. Just being around her makes him want to be a better person. They are polar opposites who were never meant to find each other, but some things are just worth the fight.
Excerpt:
He grabbed my hand and
pulled me to a stop facing him. He moved in so close that our noses were almost
touching.
“Tell me you can feel
this. I need to know I’m not the only one,” he spoke gently.
“I feel it,” I
whispered, staring at the ground. “But I’m not doing anything about it.
Everything that you make me feel is completely overwhelming, and I can’t give
you what you need, not even close. I don’t want to talk about why I am this
way, but just offering you friendship is a big deal for me right now.”
I finished my rant
feeling more desperate than ever. This big, strong, beautiful, terrifying man
had feelings for me, but seriously how long would they last? I was getting
better, but I was afraid of my own shadow most of the time. I was small, weak,
and lacked any self-confidence. O’Connell was dangerous, addictive, and so sexy
that I was consumed by lust every time we were in the same room together. He
used his body like a weapon and the danger attracted women like a magnet. With
that many women, all vying for his attention, what little charm I held for him
would fade like mist in the morning sun. If I let him in, he had the power to
break what little of me was left whole when I couldn’t keep him.
Reaching out one giant,
scarred and calloused hand, he tucked a wayward curl behind my ear. He lifted
my chin with his knuckle forcing me to meet his gentle gaze. He looked so happy
and intense right now that I could feel my eyes welling up. I never thought
that anyone would ever look at me like that.
“I know I’m scary and
loud. I’m fucked up, and I’m gonna fuck up with you a lot because I’ve never
done this before. I don’t date girls, I fuck them and walk away because that’s
what they expect. It’s all they think I’m good for. I’m not smart like you, and
I know I don’t deserve you. Right now, I’m dirt poor, but one day, I’m not
gonna be. I will fight to make something better of myself, to be someone
better. Someone you can be proud of. If you need time, then I’ll give you time.
If you need friendship, then I’ll give you friendship. But you’re mine, and
when the time is right, when you’re ready, I’m coming for you.”
I nodded, so close to
tears I knew that if I tried to speak, I’d completely break down. I swallowed
hard, and the tears fell anyway. O’Connell wiped them away with his thumb and
gently pressed his big firm lips to mine. Just like that, my fears were
forgotten. The kiss was gentle, but fireworks exploded all over my body. It was
like he had invigorated every cell with life. The touch of his lips wasn’t
enough to satisfy, only to feed my addiction. I knew in my head that I wasn’t
ready for a relationship, but my body wanted to drown in the revelation that it
could feel something other than cold, hunger, and pain. It was a kiss both
chaste and pure and everything I hoped that my first kiss would be, because
everything I gave to him, I gave freely. Slightly out of breath, our lips
parted, and he rested his forehead back against mine.
“I’m gonna give you the
fuckin world, baby,” he whispered against my lips.
He kissed me again
quickly and grinning like a kid, threaded his fingers through mine.
“You know friends don’t
hold hands,” I whispered, knowing that there was no way that I was letting go
first.
“Huh,” he grunted. “Me
and Kier hold hands all the time.”
About The Author:
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, and stayed. Ten years later she convinced her crazy, wonderful fire fighter husband to move back to Cardiff where they now live with their two equally crazy sons. Juggling work, writing and family doesn't 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 R.J. Prescott's week. "The Hurricane" is her debut New Adult Novel.
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