Magda Alexander - Storm Damages - epub & mobi

There's a fine line between love . . . and obsession.

Promising law student Elizabeth Watson struggled her entire life to claw out of her dirt-poor background. And now the thing she's dreamed of, an associate position at her law firm, is within reach. As long as she keeps up her grades, makes law review. And stays out of trouble. But trouble is just what walks in the door one scorching hot summer day.

When Gabriel Storm crashes into Elizabeth's life she wants nothing to do with him. After all, he's on the opposing side of a business deal her law firm represents. If she's seen with him, she can kiss her career goodbye. But she can't stay away from the billionaire who put the "B" in bad boy, and soon she's embroiled in an affair hot enough to make every ounce of her being burn. She should walk away, hell, she should run away, but she can't. Because all she cares about is his kiss, his touch, and the way she feels when she's in his arms. Even if to be with him means the ruin of everything else.

Excerpt:

"I'm not hungry." A blatant lie for I'd barely bitten into my sandwich before my boss called and asked me to deliver a document to Gabriel Storm.

"I am," he says.

The husky tone to his voice sets the blood thrumming in my veins. I shrug, in a vain attempt to break his hold on me. "Then eat. Nobody's stopping you." My gaze focuses on the beige carpet beneath my feet. If I don't look into those ocean-blue eyes, I'll make it out of here without doing something monumentally stupid. My hand's on the door handle. All I have to do is turn and leave.

"It's not food I crave." He strokes one finger across my skin and tilts up my chin.

His gaze finds me, and the hunger I see there almost brings me down.

"Please." I beg.

"Please what, Elizabeth."

"Please, don't do this." I'm outright shaking now. My legs wobble. I can barely hold myself up. And all he's done is lay one finger on me. One lousy finger.

"Don't do what? Touch you?" His hands cradle my jaw, and my nipples tighten into hard little nubs. "Kiss you?" He loosens the scarf and presses a kiss to my throat. I blow out a desperate breath. "Make love to you?" He suckles the edge of my ear, and everything that's important to me ceases to exist.

Except for the madness he calls from deep within.

"Can you guess what I hunger for?" And just like that he drops to his knees.

For mature audiences.