Alternate cover for this ASIN can be found here 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.” 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.

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.

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.

Alternate cover and title for asin [B00USONFXM](https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25164868-storm-boxed-set) I named my vibrator after Tim Banks, Hollywood's hottest star. Now he's standing in my bedroom and he's nearly naked. Somebody pinch me. In Liverpool, Nova Scotia, population 2,700, dating opportunities are extremely thin on the ground. You know what that means? Let’s just say I've resorted to naming my vibrators after Hollywood actors and I shop for batteries on a weekly basis. Such is the life of a coffee shop owner in a small town, but it suits me just fine. I'm hiding from the world. All I want is peace and quiet. Then Tim Banks shows up in Liverpool for a film shoot and everything changes. British, with a panty melting accent? Oh yes. Hot, ripped and unbelievably sexy? Fuck yeah. Dominant? You better believe it. And entirely off limits. I should have stayed away from him, but I didn’t. And I’m about to discover Tim Banks and I live in very different worlds. Note: This book was previously published as Storm: The Complete Collection (Episodes 1-5).