Storm Series by Tara Crescent

Timothy Banks is Hollywood's hottest star. He is funny, charming and utterly sexy. I'm the girl who runs a pizza shop in Liverpool, Nova Scotia. Population 2700. He is a storm. I seek safe harbor. Timothy Banks does not belong in my life. Why then, do I feel only yearning when I look at him? EXCERPT: “Ah,” I said. I had no idea what he had said, no clue what I was responding to. “I guess you can hang out here till the power comes back on, or the rain stops... moreTimothy Banks is Hollywood's hottest star. He is funny, charming and utterly sexy. I'm the girl who runs a pizza shop in Liverpool, Nova Scotia. Population 2700. He is a storm. I seek safe harbor. Timothy Banks does not belong in my life. Why then, do I feel only yearning when I look at him? EXCERPT: “Ah,” I said. I had no idea what he had said, no clue what I was responding to. “I guess you can hang out here till the power comes back on, or the rain stops.” I didn’t want to sound churlish, but my palms were clammy and blood was roaring in my brain. Timothy Banks was bad for me. Standing there, naked except for a towel, speaking in his sexy, seductive voice, I felt a yearning for the jet-setting, cosmopolitan life I’d given up, where meeting men like Timothy Banks was not entirely outside the realm of possibility. But that life had transformed into a waking nightmare, and I had retreated to Liverpool, and built a shell around myself. I didn’t want cracks to appear. But in fairness, Timothy Banks wasn’t responsible for the way I was feeling, and I had no excuse for the kind of rudeness I was displaying. Major movie star or not, I couldn’t throw him out in the rain. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m being quite rude. Please, stay. The power usually comes back on in an hour or so.” He looked at me. “If it won’t be an imposition?” he asked. “I can entertain myself.” He looked at my cheap particleboard bookshelf, overflowing with books. “Do you mind?” “Not at all,” I responded. I waved towards the easel. “I’ve been itching to paint all day, if you don’t mind?” He looked at me, his expression oddly intent. “It’s your home, Tessa,” he said. “You can do whatever you want.” Was that a come-on? A slight emphasis on the phrase ‘you can do whatever you want’? An indication that if I took a step towards him, it would be reciprocated? I wanted so much to find out. I wanted to drop my gaze lower, to see if he felt the same arousal I was feeling at the moment. The same sense of exciting possibility. less

Timothy Banks is Hollywood's hottest star. He is funny, charming and utterly sexy. I'm the girl who runs a pizza shop in Liverpool, Nova Scotia. Population 2700. He is a storm. I seek safe harbor. Timothy Banks does not belong in my life. But somehow, we seem to have a date on Valentine's Day. EXCERPT: He chuckled, stretching. My belly clenched as desire wound through me at that lazy motion, and my lips parted slightly. His eyes darkened... moreTimothy Banks is Hollywood's hottest star. He is funny, charming and utterly sexy. I'm the girl who runs a pizza shop in Liverpool, Nova Scotia. Population 2700. He is a storm. I seek safe harbor. Timothy Banks does not belong in my life. But somehow, we seem to have a date on Valentine's Day. EXCERPT: He chuckled, stretching. My belly clenched as desire wound through me at that lazy motion, and my lips parted slightly. His eyes darkened. “Tell me what you are thinking right now, Tessa,” he ordered. I was many things, but I wasn’t shy about sex. I licked my lips openly. “I’m thinking that I’m looking forward to tomorrow night,” I replied, intentionally undoing a button on my shirt. I peeked at the bottom right hand corner. Good, he could see the swell of my breasts. “Go get your vibrator,” he ordered. “I thought we weren’t having Skype sex,” I teased. His lips twitched. “We aren’t,” he replied. “You are. You are going to practice obeying my orders.” “Yes Sir,” I said mockingly and he laughed. “Try for a tone of sincerity, Tessa,” he said. “Because the punishments do add up, and you will have difficulty sitting down after the spanking you seem to be so keen on earning. Oh, before I forget, there’ll be a couple of parcels delivered to you tomorrow. You can’t open them.” “What are you planning?” I asked him, my eyes narrowed. “You’ll find out tomorrow night,” he replied, infuriatingly vague. “Now, fetch that vibrator. And clothespins too, if you have them. Oh, and a big wooden cooking spoon, I’m assuming you have one of those.” I giggled. “The kink is all around us,” I laughed. “Pervert.” He compressed his lips, but his eyes were amused. “The longer you delay, the worse the punishment is going to be,” he warned. “I suggest you get going.” less

***STORM is a serialized story that is being sent for free to my New Release Mailing List. Episode 4 goes out December 30, 2014. If you'd like to read this story for free, please subscribe to my mailing list at http://eepurl.com/IM0dT and a copy will be emailed to you as soon as you sign up. *** Timothy Banks is Hollywood's hottest star. He is funny, charming and utterly sexy. Or so I thought, until he accused me of setting the paparazzi on him. Where do we go from here?

Timothy Banks is Hollywood's hottest star. He is funny, charming and utterly sexy. He accused me of setting the paparazzi on him, but I've forgiven him for that. He did have his reasons. Everything should be smooth sailing from this point on, right? But the paparazzi are persistent, and everything is about to go very, very wrong for us.

The Conclusion to the Storm Series is here! The last two weeks of my life have been a fairy tale. Coffee shop girl meets famous actor. Lots of kinky games ensue. Much fun and sex is had. But fairy tales have dark undertones. I am surrounded by a pack of baying paparazzi, hungry for their scoop. I huddle in my apartment. Tim Banks, my own personal Prince Charming, is flying back to Los Angeles in a few hours... moreThe Conclusion to the Storm Series is here! The last two weeks of my life have been a fairy tale. Coffee shop girl meets famous actor. Lots of kinky games ensue. Much fun and sex is had. But fairy tales have dark undertones. I am surrounded by a pack of baying paparazzi, hungry for their scoop. I huddle in my apartment. Tim Banks, my own personal Prince Charming, is flying back to Los Angeles in a few hours. Now I have to decide whether I trust enough in love to fight for him, or if it is best to just let him go. less