STORM OF LOVE (snowed in with the billionaire #3) (billionaire erotic romance))

This book is a work of fiction.  Any
references to historical events, real people, or real locales are
used fictitiously.  Other names, characters, places, and
incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any
resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead,
is entirely coincidental.

First electronic edition
November 2012

Copyright © 2012 by Karolyn
James at Smashwords

All rights reserved, including the right of
reproduction in whole or in part of any form.

-Praise for Karolyn James-

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Falling for the Billionaire

The sex is hot.

Once again the sex scenes are sizzling.

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Serve His Needs

I don't write reviews but for this book I had
to say something this time. I just fell in love with this book, the
characters and author.

The different sex scenes with Alexander
participating in the flesh or not could make a girl forget her
name.

The sex scene in the limo was smoking.

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For His Taste

"...this book was one of my favorites."

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His Needs, Her Curves

“...the attraction they feel for each other
does not only lead to dynamite sex but is the beginning of two
souls healing...a good book with a nice plot.”

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STORM OF LOVE

(snowed in with the billionaire #3)

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Out in the cold

Blinded by the storm that is sexy billionaire
Nathaniel Anders, and literally blinded by the blizzard all around
her, Stephanie isn't sure what to believe. Pain runs through her
body, to her heart. At what feels like the darkest moment of her
life, she realizes she needs Nathaniel. Not just now, but perhaps
forever.

The protector, the lover

Her rescuer becomes her romancer. Nathaniel
cares for Stephanie's aching body and tender heart with care. He
shares his warmth with her, in more ways than one. The sharing has
no choice but to last all night long.

The storm ends... for now

The morning takes the terrible blizzard away
and life tries to return to normal at Wolf Top Lodge. Stephanie
awakes and feels anything but normal. She realizes she's fallen for
Nathaniel Anders. But he's a billionaire, with a life outside the
lodge, with things to do. Stephanie prepares to say her goodbyes to
Nathaniel only to find that Nathaniel's secrets run much deeper
than she ever could have fantasized...

(1)

His hands.

His strong hands.

She still felt them, or at least she swore
she could. Through the howling wind, the teasing whispers that ran
by her ears, the frigid snap of winter’s fingers, stinging like
pins, and the blinding snow. Mother Nature’s cruel joke, or maybe
its greatest test.

How far would Stephanie go for Nathaniel’s
touch again?

Better yet, would Nathaniel attempt to find
her?

But he did find her already, didn’t he?

Stephanie opened her eyes and the air
scraped at them. The snow pelted against her skin, hitting, and
melting. The process didn’t seem all that bad if it were only a
flake or two. But this was a blizzard, millions upon millions of
snowflakes everywhere.

As she looked around, Stephanie instantly
felt confused again. She was disoriented, her only help being the
tree she held with her right arm. Her body shivered to the bone.
The most intense cold she ever experienced in her life, leaving her
wondering how long a person could be in the cold before dying.

How does a person die in the cold?

She vaguely remembered that maybe a person’s
body would grow tired, shut down. A gradual death, shivering until
everything just stopped.

Body, mind, soul.

And heart.

Stephanie touched her chest with her left
hand, letting out a cry. She couldn’t imagine her heart not
beating. She couldn’t imagine Nathaniel’s hands never touching her
again. This was supposed to just be a quick statement, her feeble
attempt at defiance, her way of pushing the boundaries with
Nathaniel.

How far would he go?

The original question dripped in sexual
thought, but now was more of a question of survival.

Stephanie closed her eyes and opened her
hand against the tree. She needed to walk, whether it was the right
answer or not. She refused to just stand in a whiteout, hugging a
tree, begging for Nathaniel Anders to save her, waiting for
death.

Her arm slid along the tree, her fingertips
the last things to touch it. As she started to step, she whimpered,
trying to stare straight ahead, hoping for some kind of vision.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Death, life, or love. Stephanie should have
been in a business suit, talking in front of the executives at
HanAn. Then again, what did that really matter? Nathaniel had
already told Stephanie his intentions… blaming her for making a
decision. Technically, as Stephanie took her first set of steps
from the tree, she was unemployed. Being a temp at HanAn was
supposed to be her way into the company, or at least have some kind
of referral to something bigger and better. Instead, thanks to
Nathaniel and his command, she had inadvertently made the decision
to get rid of parts of HanAn, including the one she worked for.

So much for stepping up and making her voice
heard.

Stephanie called for help but her voice was
thrown right back at her by the wind. She wasn’t sure if it even
carried at all. She called for Nathaniel and imagined him appearing
from the white wall before her eyes, wearing his suit, blue tie,
hands in his pockets. His defined face, chiseled features, dark
eyes. He would command the weather to stop. To wait. To allow them
back into Wolf Top Lodge and only once they were in the comfort of
heavy covers and each other’s bodies could the snow resume its
torrent on top of the mountain.

Nathaniel didn’t come.

Stephanie continued to walk.

She knew better by now than to look anyway
but straight ahead. The whiteness made it easy to get confused, not
that Stephanie really knew where she was walking. She could have
been walking deeper into the trees. Maybe slowly down the mountain.
Maybe even along the tree line.

One thing was for certain, after counting
twenty steps, she knew that if she had been on the path she used to
walk into the trees, she would have been at the driveway to the
lodge. She would have been so close to warmth, comfort,
Nathaniel
.

Step twenty-one was easy but step twenty-two
found Stephanie tripping on an object, falling to her knees.
Instead of jumping back up, she just remained on her knees.
Defeated. She quit. She was done. Her eyes shut again and she cried
out one last time, crying for Nathaniel.

“I’m yours!” she yelled. “If you find me…
I’m all yours…”

She tried to smile, feeling lost and crazy,
but tears only came. She squeezed her eyes tight, not needing tear
water to freeze on her face. If freezing to death wasn’t terrible
enough, she couldn’t comprehend having her eyes freeze shut from
crying tears of pain and frustration thanks to Nathaniel
Anders.

“Damn you,” she whispered. “Just… damn
you…”

Her mind calculated how long the storm was
supposed to last. Through the weekend, but losing its punch by
Saturday evening. Stephanie just had to survive until then. It was
too early in the day to celebrate. For all Stephanie knew, she
could have another twelve hours of this.

That wouldn’t work.

She put her hands to the ground, sliding her
gloved hands into the snow. It took all of ten seconds for the snow
to melt and soak through her thin layered gloves. The wetness was
freezing. Her body shivered again, her muscles rippling, bones
aching, teeth chattering.

“Where are you…?” she asked.

She opened her eyes to stare into the snow.
She wanted to watch the snow melt into her hands before her body
gave up. As she stared, she watched the rounded tip of something
black come into view. Then there was two of them.

Shoes.

Shoes.

“Shoes…”

Stephanie looked up and saw him standing
there.

Nathaniel Anders.

The sexy billionaire.

His hands weren’t in his pockets, they were
outstretched towards Stephanie. His face was still beautiful,
chiseled and gorgeous, but there rested a look on his face that
Stephanie knew would haunt her.

As she took Nathaniel’s hands, allowing him
to pull her back to her feet, she couldn’t break her stare.

She’d never seen a man so hurt – and angry –
in all her life.

(2)

“Why am I here?” she called as her legs gave
out and she collapsed into Nathaniel’s warm body. Her instinct was
to choke up and cry, unable to control herself as the thick jacket
Nathaniel wore felt like a blanket.

His body heat radiated towards Stephanie and
instead of answering the question, Nathaniel unzipped his coat and
tried to wrap it around Stephanie. He managed the best he could,
considering the extreme circumstances.

“Answer me,” Stephanie pleaded. “Why am I
here?”

“You’re here because you acted like a fool
and left the lodge,” Nathaniel yelled. “Now, come with me before we
both end up frozen to death.”

“No,” Stephanie said.

She hated herself the moment her hands broke
their grip from Nathaniel. She backed up until she felt a tree. She
forced herself to stand tall, even though her body wanted to just
give in and give up. A shaky finger pointed at Nathaniel as her
mind scrambled to find the words.

“What?” Nathaniel asked. His face was so
angry that it made Stephanie fear more than just the weather. “What
do you have to say?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Stephanie
said. “I need you but I hate you. I hate you. How could you say
you’re going to fire me? And other people?”

“That’s business,” Nathaniel replied. He now
put his hands into his pockets.

Leave it to him to find a way to look so
calm, cool, and sexy during a blizzard. The wind punched at his
face, causing him to blink more, but he had no other reaction. Even
as his cheeks turned a harsh, rose red color, he didn’t flinch.

“Business… it’s people…”

“Employees,” Nathaniel said. “I’ve been
waiting for a year for a deal to come through and it just hasn’t
happened yet.”

Stephanie’s knees gave way. She grabbed for
the tree but it was no use. Her legs were numb, gone.

Nathaniel got to her just in time, grabbing
her at her hips, holding her up. His body was pressed against hers,
her body against the tree. Their faces were a foot apart, their
eyes trapped on each other’s.

“I can’t handle this,” Stephanie whispered.
“The weather. You. It’s so fast…”

“I’m driving,” Nathaniel said. “You just
have to be with me. That’s all I need from you. I’m commanding you,
will you just listen?”

“But people…”

“Come and go. Companies rise, fall. Open,
close. It’s business. And do you really think I would act without
the interests of my company, the employees, and you. It’s about
you, Stephanie, you.”

A pause fell between them, the wind giving
the soundtrack. It flicked at the tip of Stephanie’s nose. A wild
pain shot through her face.

“You called me Stephanie,” she
whispered.

“You’re everything,” Nathaniel growled. “Why
can’t you see that?”

Stephanie opened her mouth and Nathaniel’s
was there. No words came out, only a moan as his frigid lips
touched hers. His tongue was warm and comforting, taking charge in
the steamy kiss. The snow continued to fall and Nathaniel wasn’t
stopping the kiss. Nor was he stopping his hands as they squeezed
at Stephanie’s hips, his right hand being the one to break away and
move towards her pants. He cut between her legs and came up with
enough pressure to make Stephanie cry out. She closed her eyes and
inhaled through her nose, the air so cold it made the inside of her
nose feel instantly frozen. Her lungs burned but as she exhaled
through her mouth, it was hot and okay.