Storm in a D-Cup

By Delyth Angharad

Cain is not a lucky man. He lives a mundane life in a mundane city and he's fine with that, because when he kicks back to have some fun, he doesn't hold back - he's an extreme weather chaser.

Cain is hot on the tail of his biggest storm yet when his truck breaks down and leaves him stranded in a small rural town with no storms to keep him company. That is, until he meets the flirtatious and forward Miss. T. and gets the storm of his life...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Delyth Angharad
• Release date: Nov 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301794829

Delyth Angharad

I'm a 30-something Welsh girl currently living in South Africa. When I'm not playing with the lions and rhinos that visit our small urban garden every day, I'm inside playing video games (too many), drawing (badly), or writing.

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STORM IN A D-CUP

By Delyth Angharad

Copyright © Delyth Angharad 2012

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Prologue

I'm not a fortuitous man. My life is like most others; not unusual, specked with only fragments of interest that blow fleetingly on a soft breeze and vanish quietly into a starless night. Luck and adventure are things I associate with books and movies of idyllic lives. Things I observe, not things I experience. And so the story I am about to relay seems out of place in my life, such as it is; a vagabond stranger that wandered off the beaten track and found me, caught me unaware and swept me up into its tumultuous maelstrom.

To protect their interests – and mine, to a degree – I have changed the names of those persons whose lives affected mine the day I chased that storm into a quiet rural town in the middle of the sun-beaten yellow plains, where my truck kicked the bucket and left me stranded in a weatherless tempest.

I'd been watching her for hours. The soft heaving of her fluffy pillows, the darkening of her countenance as she stretched lazily upwards and spread herself across the mid-day Missouri sky. I grappled for my binoculars and