She’s a walking disaster warning. He’s the human equivalent of duct tape and a locked door.

Lark Bennett has one rule: if there’s a storm brewing, she’s chasing it—preferably with a camera rolling and zero common sense. Her wildly popular YouTube channel funds her next adventure… and her next near-death experience. But when a tornado nearly turns her Airstream into flying scrap metal, she wakes up stuck on Frasier Mountain, forced to recover under the watchful eye of one frustratingly gorgeous, exasperatingly bossy Navy SEAL.

Axel Martin doesn’t do chaos. He does plans. Security. Peace and quiet—until Lark blows in like a...

She’s a walking disaster warning. He’s the human equivalent of duct tape and a locked door.

Lark Bennett has one rule: if there’s a storm brewing, she’s chasing it—preferably with a camera rolling and zero common sense. Her wildly popular YouTube channel funds her next adventure… and her next near-death experience. But when a tornado nearly turns her Airstream into flying scrap metal, she wakes up stuck on Frasier Mountain, forced to recover under the watchful eye of one frustratingly gorgeous, exasperatingly bossy Navy SEAL.

Axel Martin doesn’t do chaos. He does plans. Security. Peace and quiet—until Lark blows in like a category-five hurricane wrapped in sarcasm and tangled hair. She talks too fast, never listens, and laughs at his rules. He hates every second of it—until she nearly gets herself killed… again.

Now a stalker is hijacking her livestreams, and Lark has no choice but to accept Axel’s protection. She swears she’s fine on her own—Axel swears over his dead body.

She might chase storms for a living, but this time?

The storm’s chasing her—and Axel’s not letting her outrun him.