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Book & Author details:
The Hurricane by R.J. Prescott
Publication date: February 16th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
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 mis-fire. 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.
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I studied my
surroundings and bit my lip. A drink probably would help me relax a little more
so that I wasn’t so uptight and on edge, but the idea of voluntarily conceding
control of my senses in a public space made me shudder. It made me more
vulnerable than I was usually, and despite the small army of gladiators around
me, I couldn’t help but wonder whether they’d notice if I went missing. From a
place like this it would only take Frank seconds to snatch me, and nobody would
be any the wiser. Most of them clearly looked as though they got an early start
at the bar, and given the number of women they were attracting, I would soon be
lost in the crowd. I knew I was paranoid, but the foundation of my fear was
strong, and I had the scars to prove it. It was scary how O’Connell could read
me so well already, enough to sense my insecurity. He hadn’t pressed me about
my past, but he knew that something had happened. The fact that he didn’t push
the subject made me fall for him a little deeper. Strong arms wrapped around my
waist, and I was pulled into his embrace, my back tight to his chest. I closed
my eyes and breathed deeply as he buried his head in the crook of my neck and
everything just fell away. The blaringly loud music, the shouts of drunken men
vying to be heard over one another, the high pitched giggles of flirtation, the
chink of glasses, everything. It all fell away until there was only me and
O’Connell. There was the tantalisingly sweet aroma of his aftershave, the
warmth of his hands spread across my hips, and the strength of conviction in
his voice.
“Don’t panic,
sunshine. I’m here with you, and I’m not going anywhere. If I go to the bar or
the bathroom, then one of the other guys will be watching, and I promise that
they won’t let you out of their sight. You’re mine, and that means you’re
un-fucking-touchable, okay, baby?”
I nodded and
relaxed against him. I didn’t know how he did it, but inside of O’Connell’s
embrace, the rest of the world ceased to exist. None of the bullshit on the
outside could touch us. I gave him something to protect, and he gave me
something to cherish.
“I’m sorry,” I
whispered into his ear.
“There’s nothing
to feel sorry for, sunshine. It’s going to take time, but eventually you won’t
need my touch to know that I’m there. One day, you’ll know that you never need
to be afraid again, but right now you’re here, and that’s something.”
He had no idea
of the gift that he was giving me. His strength and confidence gave me
strength. In simply being here, I was saying “fuck you” to Frank. I just needed
O’Connell to remind me that courage isn’t the absence of fear, but the will to
carry on regardless.
“Thank you,” I
whispered to him.
“You’re welcome.
Now show me how grateful you are for lending you this rock hard body as your
protection for the night.”
AUTHOR BIO:
I was born in Cardiff, South Wales although I left to study law at the University of Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation I fell in love, and stayed. Ten years later I convinced my crazy, wonderful fire fighter husband to move back to Cardiff with me where we live with our 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 my week. “The Hurricane” is my debut New Adult Novel.
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