Series: The Perfect Storm Duet #1
After a numbing year mourning the death of his wife, Jake Thornton is ready to live again. An unapologetically dominant man with specific needs, he resolves to find a woman seeking to surrender control, without expecting what he can never offer—love.
A chance encounter awakens desires neither expected and both resist. Fate steps in for a second time, and they succumb to an onslaught of lust and need, convinced they can overcome any challenges. But when darkness approaches and, with it, the very things they fear the most, do they have the strength to weather the storm?
It occurred to him then that he hadn’t told her about Lisa. Whether or not it was a timing issue, or just a subject he’d avoided, he wasn’t sure, but it hadn’t come up. Then, a moment of guilt passed over him when he realized he hadn’t thought about Lisa like he used to. Oh, she was there on a daily basis, but not like it had been before. Not the same deafening, emptiness he’d grown used to. Now, it was more of a dull ache only felt when summoned. And with that thought, he dismissed any lingering guilt. He’d said his goodbye and was moving forward the way he’d intended.
And he’d tell Gabrielle about her soon enough. “Yes,” he simply replied.
Appearing momentarily puzzled, Gabrielle tilted her head as if she’d seen something new. Finally, she smiled softly and directed her attention back to the game, lining up her next shot and then missing it.
Jake stepped forward, called the pocket, and sent the eight ball sailing inside.
She swallowed hard and looked at him. “You win.”
He couldn’t help the smug expression he felt crossing his face as she stood by, wide-eyed. He felt like a cat about to pounce on its prey—only she was prey who wanted to be caught—which made it perfect.
When he closed the distance between them, he leaned to her ear and whispered, “And, as the winner of the game, I intend to take you home, tie you up, watch you come, and fuck you into next week.”
Writing occupied her time when age-appropriate books put her to sleep. However, the books tucked in the bottom drawer of her mother’s dresser overflowed with love, lust, betrayal, and revenge—making for far better reads. VC Andrews’ imaginative and twisted stories started it all.
Annalise juggles a busy schedule, adhering to the age-old maxim, ‘Work hard, Play hard.’ When she’s not working, she might be found anywhere on the beach, under a palm tree, or where chips & salsa and margaritas are served. But always laughing with family or friends until her cheeks hurt.
As for what she writes today, let’s just say it’s come a long way from sweet. Welcome to the place where sweet meets spicy. A place where stories come to kiss and tell.