RELEASE TOUR - Twister by Kayla Halleur
Now that I’ve graduated college, I’m expected to join the family accounting business even though I hate everything to do with finance.
What’s not expected? Getting stuck in a small town on my way home after a tornado nearly destroys my Jeep, or the lonely single dad and his adorable pre-teen daughter who offer their spare room for my stay.
Sometimes the most unexpected things can lead to the best life decisions.
Length: 78,000 words
Series: standalone
Prior Reading: n/a
Genre: contemporary, small-town
Tropes: Low to mid-angst, Age gap, Small town, Forced proximity, Precocious daughter
Trigger/Content Warnings: Domestic violence of a side character (allusion to and discussion of domestic violence involving a side character in two chapters by the MCs, as well as a heavy in-depth discussion after a violent incident, that lasts for one chapter between the side character and the MCs), Traumatic foster/adoption experience by a side character (involved discussion between MCs in one chapter), Both MCs caught in tornado, Hospital visits
Designer/Publisher: self-published & designed
https://getbook.at/Twister
Marshall
I’ve put off going home after graduating as long as I can, but there’s no excuses left. My cubicle-filled future is here whether I like it or not.
Until I drive into a huge, terrifying tornado, that is.
Now I’m stuck in a small town while I wait for my Jeep to get fixed. Thankfully, the adorable young girl who survived the twister with me talks her dad into offering me one of their spare rooms, so I don’t have to waste money at the local motel or contend with the gossipy motel owner.
Maybe I should’ve declined the offer, but there’s something about her dad that makes me think he’s desperate for another adult to talk to.
I’m only in town for the week, but that’ll be plenty of time to give him a reprieve from his hectic, but lonely, life. If only he didn’t turn out to be everything I was looking for….
Daniel
My pre-teen daughter is convinced that I’m sad and lonely, and that my life would be infinitely better with someone to share it with. Even if that was something I wanted to explore, my farm takes up too much time and energy to consider a night out.
Meeting someone new isn’t on my radar at all, until a gorgeous guy literally falls at my feet in his effort to escape the small twister that sideswipes the local gas station.
Less than an hour later, my daughter invites him to stay with us while he’s stuck in town.
Maybe I should’ve said no, but there’s something about him that makes me want to help and protect him.
I’ll admit that I find myself wildly attracted to him. If only he wasn’t so much younger than me….
Twister is a standalone story featuring an overworked farmer who loves his daughter even when she’s trying to set him up with young strangers, a recent college graduate who doesn’t love the idea of spending the rest of his life stuck in a cubicle, and a love story that blossoms in a small town with some very colorful residents.
EXCERPT:
Five hours later, and I was on the ground and twisted up like a pretzel.
The tornado warning had been extended, which meant we’d been stuck down in the shelter for longer than any of us had anticipated, but it had been surprisingly fun. The weather guy was still talking away in the background, but now his voice was mixed with the sound of Bucky snoring from his spot next to Rose on her sofa.
“Left hand, red,” called Rose from her perch, watching us carefully for any stumble.
Both Daniel and I grunted as we shifted into place.
We’d all been taking turns playing Twister for at least an hour, with Rose winning all the games she played. She took immense delight in being the judge, watching us force ourselves into more challenging positions each time she called out a new instruction.
I was beginning to wonder if Daniel had a little sadist in training on his hands.
“Right foot, green,” she said when neither of us toppled over.
“Oh shit,” Daniel muttered under his breath at the same time that I realized what position that would put us both in.
If we moved where she had told us to, he’d be draped entirely over me, with barely an inch between us.
Not for the first time, I wondered if she was doing this intentionally. I looked over at Rose, who had the widest grin I’d seen yet on her face before she gave me an incredibly obvious wink.
Holy fuck, this girl was doing her best to act as my wingman. Wing-girl? I didn’t know if I should be impressed or terrified.
Wait.
That meant that Daniel wasn’t straight, right?
Shocked, I blinked at the implied confirmation and tried not to get too excited.
“Come on, guys. Right foot, green,” she repeated. “I know you can do it.”
Daniel glared at her, only to have her wiggle her eyebrows back at him.
Letting out a shaky breath, I slowly moved my right foot to the easiest green dot I could find, trying hard to keep my dick off the ground, performing a perfect plank that was going to tire me out way too quickly for me to be in any way proud of.
Once I was in place, Daniel sent an apology my way before he shuffled into place.
As expected, he was now draped over me. He was so close that I could almost feel the heat emanating from him.
I swallowed hard when I felt my cock start to thicken. Christ, I needed to think unsexy thoughts. Moldy cheese. Week-old gym socks. Naked octogenarians.
“Hold, please,” Rose said giddily before she got up from her seat and began circling us. “I need to make sure your feet haven’t drifted.”
Oh God.
Every exhale Daniel made drifted over my skin like a warm summer breeze. His forehead dropped as he tried to see what Rose was doing down near our feet. With his hair tickling my neck, I stared at the floor directly below me, trying desperately to keep my thoughts PG.
“Oops,” Rose said, sounding like an evil genius at work. “Sorry, Daddy Danny, you need to move your foot just ever so slightly to your right to be in the correct position.”
Resigned, Daniel’s head dropped down even further to rest against my nape for a moment before he raised it enough to apologize to me once again. “Sorry, Marshall.”
I nodded stiffly, then swallowed my groan when I felt him move above me. Getting into this new position had his jean-clad cock thrusting against my ass. He struggled to settle, which meant that we were rubbing against each other for far longer than we should have been. It was all too easy to imagine us naked, him stretching my hole with his giant cock as he pushed into me.
Oh God.
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I closed my eyes and waited impatiently for Rose’s next instruction, trying hard to pretend I was anywhere except under the guy I was really beginning to want to fuck me so hard, I’d feel him for days.
What felt like minutes went by before Daniel eventually called out, “Rose? What’s the next instruction?”
“Oh,” she said distractedly. “Hang on.”
My arms started to shake from holding this position for so long. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold still for much longer, and from the way Daniel was trembling as well, it appeared he was in a similar boat. “Rose?”
Another few long seconds later with nothing forthcoming from Rose, and Daniel collapsed on top of me, taking us both to the floor, dissolving in a tangle of limbs and an audible oomph.
“Oh, would you look at that? The tornado warning’s been lifted,” Rose said gleefully. “What a shame. Well, I’d love to play all night, but I’m so tired—” She paused her quick rambling to let out an obviously fake yawn. “—I think I’ll go to bed now. Night, Daddy Danny! Night, Patriarchal Marshall! Come on, Puppy Bucky!”
And with that, she tossed the spinner to the sofa, which startled Bucky enough to wake him, before scrambling to get up the stairs as quickly as her long legs could take her, Bucky hot on her heels.
about the author:
Kayla is a budding new Australian author who feels incredibly lost when needing to talk about herself (especially in the third person), preferring to let her stories speak for her. When she's not writing, she can usually be found on the couch wrapped in a blanket burrito, with her head in a book. That type of existence suits her introverted heart well, much to the chagrin of her extroverted relatives.
She freely admits that she doesn't know what the heck she'd doing, but she hopes she's at least learning as she goes. She's thankful that you've looked her Amazon bio up, and hopes that you'll give her stories a chance (and will hopefully enjoy them).
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