Title: Beautiful Storm
Author: Megan Isaacs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 7, 2015
He was my salvation.
Interviewing the notorious owner of ‘Ignition’ should have been simple. When asked to go home with him, I should’ve said ‘no.’ But Noah Hamilton’s tattooed, hard body and rugged features were impossible to resist. I wanted him to touch me. And I longed to be loved again. I craved the escape and was desperate to know him. Much like his lifestyle, our heated affair took off at warp speed, proving to be stronger than either of us anticipated. Trapped between my past and future, there was only one decision to make. So I ran…
She was my downfall.
From the moment Lizzie Ryder stepped into my shop, I wanted her. Had to have her. A reserved journalist with a body of sin and mesmerising eyes was all it took for me to fall. Hard. The night she let me touch her, taste her, I knew I was done for. I never deserved her, but needed to make her mine. She found the heart I never knew I had, brought it to life, and then crushed it to dust. And just like her storm-filled eyes, I drowned in the flood of her desertion. Reaching my breaking point, I struggled to forget the only woman I ever foolishly fell for and dove headfirst into my dark past, barely surviving her.
And now she’s back.
What happens when our weaknesses become our strengths? Do we reveal and fight…or keep our secrets and run? And can we withstand the devastation left after the Beautiful Storm?
Due to sexual content, possible triggers, and excessive bad language reader discretion is advised. 18+
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“You’ve distorted my world, made me view things differently. You made me want things I’ve never thought about before. Made me think about a future. But I can’t promise I won’t mess up, and I can’t promise you a happy ending.”
Beautiful Storm was a quick, but captivating read for me. From the moment I picked this book up, I couldn’t put it down. My heart ached for everything that Lizzie was going through. I wanted to know more about her. The deeper I went into her story, the more desperate I became. Lizzie meeting Noah, was the best thing that could have happened to her. She was just supposed to just interview Noah. She never imagined the path their lives would take them on….You see, Noah and Lizzie shared a connection. One that was instant and one that fate would not let them deny. So, the two of them decide that they will spend one night together. That’s all it was ever supposed to be. But, one night would never be enough for Noah and Lizzie. Lizzie craved the escape that Noah gave her. He opened her eyes and unknowingly showed her what could be. So, somewhere along the way, Lizzie and Noah became more. Only, there was one big problem standing in their way. See, Lizzie was involved in a terrible relationship with a guy named Mac.She wanted to get out, but was afraid. When Lizzie finally realizes that she wants more with Noah, she tries to end things with Mac. She had no way of knowing that when she went to end things with Mac, her life would be forever changed. To protect her life and her love, Lizzie will make the biggest decision she’s ever been faced with…..Now, almost three years later, Lizzie has returned. She’s got a lot of explaining to do, but she’s come to fight for the man that captured her heart so many years ago….
Beautiful Storm was an beautiful, yet intense read. It pulled me in from the very first page and would not let me put it down. I was so lost in Lizzie and Noah’s story. Their path to HEA was not an easy one. They both had a lot of hurt and misunderstandings to overcome. But, the love these two shared was so real, so deep, that you could tell they could get past just about anything. It was impossible to not find yourself rooting for these two. I loved every second of their complicated story and couldn’t wait to see how things would turn out and their story did not disappoint. It was filled with lots of angst, romance, drama, sexy times and some really exciting twists. There was never a dull moment. I really enjoyed this book and am looking forward to checking out more from this author in the future.
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*
I grab my drink and make my way around to the other side of the dance floor. The fight to get there becomes worth it when I find Lizzie still where I spotted her. She’s leant on the railing, which surrounds the dance floor, and her face is turned away from me. Most people would think she’s watching the dancing, but her chin’s tilted slightly upwards. I follow what I think is her line of sight to find nothing but darkness. Shame I can’t observe her from the front, but I’d guess she’s wearing a thousand-yard stare.I move in close to her, resting my forearms on the railing, which brings me down to her level. No movement comes from her. She has no idea anyone is next to her at all. Not wanting to scare her, I nudge her with my thigh. Startled, she stands up straighter and turns at the same time, almost losing her footing. Instinctively, I reach out to save her. She stands still, her chest heaving, and slowly lifts her head. The heat in my body increases with every millisecond it takes her to reach my face.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
For a second, the strobe lights graze her face, revealing a pink tinge to her cheeks.“It’s okay…I’m sorry about earlier.” Her gaze won’t meet mine so I let her wrists go, even though my fingers itch at the loss of contact.
I’m sick of the woman spending more time looking at the floor than at me. I want, no, I need her to look at me. Crooking I crook my forefinger under her chin, and I raise it up so she has no choice. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. We danced. I wanted to kiss you. You didn’t want it.” I let her chin go and shrug my shoulders like I’m not bothered by it, when, if I’m honest, it fucking meant something to me. “No big deal.”
“No. You’re wrong.” Her voice is timid, and hard to hear above the music.
“What do you mean?”
I lower my head and she pushes up onto her tiptoes, her mouth hovering over mine. Our breaths are rapid. One hand releases her waist and instead cradles her nape. Unable to wait any longer, I dip down the last inch. I give a gentle tug on her bottom lip and feel her smile against me. She nips mine back and her tongue runs the seam of my lips, they part for her, and swollen lips cover my own.
About The Author
Megan Isaacs lives happily in the UK with her husband and son.
If you asked her about herself she would say she’s completely crackers. Always the introvert with an extrovert exterior. A complete mash up of improbabilities.
She loves her family, but that goes without saying. She loves reading and tea. Lots and lots of tea. She used to be pretty good shot with a shotgun, but hasn’t shot since she was five months pregnant when she beat her husband for the one and only time. Hanging up her barrels seemed like a good idea after that.