Also by this author: Revved, Revived, Unsuitable, Wardrobe Malfunction, Under Her, Breaking Hollywood, Ruin, Rush
Published by Independently Published on December 23, 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Fiction, General
THE STORM is a CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE NOVELLA from the New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of THE MIGHTY STORM.
STORM (noun)—a turbulent disturbance; a disruption or dispute.
Jake Wethers’s life is perfect. He’s married to the woman he’s always loved, and they have three beautiful children. The Mighty Storm is still going strong, and his record label is thriving.
Jake has everything—a life he thought he would never have and one that he didn’t think he deserved.
Not so long ago, Jake’s life wasn’t perfect. The unexpected and untimely death of his best friend, Jonny Creed, sent an already out-of-control Jake spiraling down further.
Drug addiction. Alcohol. Women.
Jake was in the fast lane to following Jonny to the grave until Tru Bennett walked back into his life and changed everything.
But now, the past that Jake left behind has come back to find him. And what the past brings with it is going to be one of the biggest challenges he has ever faced.
Note: The Storm is a novella following on from the intentional bestselling Storm series. It is advisable to read The Mighty Storm and Wethering the Storm before reading The Storm. Taming the Storm does not need to be read to understand the novella, but if read, it will enhance the reading element.
Recommended reading age 18+
Excitement! Thrilled! Over-the-Moon! Those expressions don’t even begin to cover how I felt when this novella was announced. Oh my God was that best book news ever! Jake Wethers is and will always be my ALL-TIME favorite rock star! No other has come close and any future ones will always be compared to him. My love affair with The Mighty Storm began back in 2012 and I can say with absolute certainty that it will always hold a special place in my heart. The books that followed the original have been excellent as well.
The Storm the latest addition and I swear when I was setting up the cover reveal and synopsis my heart was definitely beating faster. THAT synopsis?! Wow! As a reader and a huge fan, all kinds of scenarios played out in my head. The past? Alcohol? Drugs? Women? What could it be?!!! We all know the past never stays in the past, but Jake and Tru’s life is perfect!!! Why ruin it? Why Samantha, why? LOL! Yes, those were my crazy thoughts. When the ARC finally landed on my Kindle I seriously could not get home fast enough to start and when I did start, I ended up reading it in practically one sitting. That is was Jake and Tru’s world does, it makes you lose yourself in it.
So the story, well, yes, a few theories I had were accurate, and there was definitely angst and hurt and anger, yet the storyline was so unexpected it almost felt as if it should have been marketed as another book for a different member of The Mighty Storm. I loved how it began, with a glimpse of home life for the world’s hottest rock star. Honestly, that was my absolute favorite part. The love between Jake and Tru shines bright. And the family they have built is absolutely perfect. However, it doesn’t take long for things to take a turn. From that point on, the story was no longer Jake’s but someone else’s and as much I want to know and devour every detail about the The Mighty Storm members, it was not what I was expecting. While did devour every moment, I wanted more; I wanted more Jake, more Tru, and certainly more of them together. You’ll have to read for yourself to figure out my crazy talk, but if you are a true fan, chances are that you are already well into your reading. Enjoy the emotional ride… you will hurt, you may cry, and you more than likely experience all sorts of sorrow, yet your heart will surely be full along the way.
This novella is a welcome addition to a phenomenal series and it gives us time with our beloved Jake, Tru, Tom, Denny, Jonny, and Stuart. Their world is one I would love to live in forever. I’m hoping this isn’t the end.
I’m just mid piss when I hear my baby girl’s sleepy voice from behind me, “Dada, why I not have a peenis?”
Shifting to the side so that I’m covering myself from Belle’s view, I glance over my shoulder, a chuckle escaping me. “’Cause you’re a girl, Beauty.”
“But I wanna be a boy, like you, JJ, and Billy.” She juts her lips out, pouting. “I wanna peenis!”
She’s standing there, demanding a penis, in her Disney princess pajamas, with her arms folded across her chest, her foot tapping.
God, she is exactly like her mother. Not that Tru ever wanted a cock—well, aside from mine inside her, of course.
But Belle has Tru’s steely determination, and she looks exactly like her mother, which means trouble for me when she’s older.
But like I know how to handle my wife’s temperament, I know how to handle Belle.
“Okay, Beauty, how about this?” I say in a pacifying tone, holding in my laughter. I tuck myself back into my pajama pants and go to wash my hands. “Why don’t you ask Santa for a penis for Christmas?” The second that I’ve said it, I know that it sounds all kinds of wrong. It’s so wrong that I wish to God I could take it back.
“Santa, give me a peenis!” Belle starts squealing, jumping around and clapping her hands.
“Fuck. Shit! No!” I panic as soon as the words leave my mouth, knowing exactly what Belle is like.
A goddamn parrot is what she’s like.
“Fuck! Shit! Santa, peenis!” Belle starts to mimic, hands still clapping together.
Crap. Tru is going to kill me. Kill me dead.
“Christ.” I cover my face with my hands. “Belle, no.”
I reach down and pick her up. She wraps her little chubby legs around my hips, her hands clutching at my neck.
“Don’t say those words. Bad words.” I touch my fingertip to her nose, staring into her big brown eyes—Tru’s eyes.
“Bad words,” I reiterate, giving her a serious look. “We do not repeat those words. Ever. And especially not in front of Mommy. Okay?”
“So, Santa gimme peenis if I say no bad wowds?”
“Oh God,” I groan.
“Santa! Peenis!” She giggles.
“Breakfast, Belle!” I exclaim. “You want some Frozen cereal?” I say to distract her.
That fucking annoying Disney film is her favorite, and she will only eat that particular brand of cereal.
“Fwozen!” she shrieks.
Then, she launches into the chorus of “Let It Go” as I carry her out of the bathroom, heading downstairs to the kitchen where my tribe should be