Sigh ... I wish this were mine, but alas it is not. It belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
To answer a few questions in the first chapter's reviews ... this story is loosely based on Into the Storm. Granted, I made some changes to the plot, improving it as it were. Adding romance (citrus!) and finding out what happened after the tornado.
I'd also like to thank Magda from tumblr for the beautiful banner she created for me! It's gorgeous!! To see it, check out my blogs (both on tumblr and blogger). Hugs, girl!
Rotating thunderstorms are the best predictors of tornado activity. They are well defined thunderstorms on radar that may include hail, severe winds, lightning, or flash floods.
Thursday, May 27th, 2021
8:17am
Circle K Convenience Store and Gas Station
Clinton, Oklahoma
"There better be a fucking tornado today. The season is half done and we've got nothing," Jacob Black snarled as he filled up the Titan, the massive vehicle they used to chase tornados. "Cullen, you've really mucked things up. We've been hundreds of miles away from the storms and missed every single tornado so far. You're supposed to be this fucking genius and yet, you're not."
"I'm really feeling motivated to find you a tornado, Jacob," Dr. Edward Cullen sneered under his breath.
His production assistant, Seth, gave him a sympathetic grin from behind the camera. They were doing a documentary about storm chasers and Edward was a last-minute replacement for the leggy blonde meteorologist they'd hired. The original hire, Tanya, got a call from some local news station and she decided that her fake double D's would be better suited to broadcast weather in Duluth, Minnesota than travel across Tornado Alley during storm season with six men.
His reasoning for taking the position with Jacob's team was Edward's funding at University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign had run out and he was desperately looking for a job. he
His research was trying to figure out a way to accurately predict the path of tornadoes and create a more effective warning system. He'd tested so many hypotheses, but couldn't make an accurate breakthrough. So, when his contract was up at the university, he was let go and he had no job.
No job.
No wife. She'd divorced him when she realized that an adjunct professor's salary was a joke. Not like she was all that wonderful either.
No home ...
He was living with his parents so he could have free child care, which was needed since he'd taken this job traveling for the better part of four months.
Yep, Dr. Edward Cullen was a real winner.
The only thing that was going right in his life was five-year-old daughter, Lily. His little Lilybug ... she looked up at him like he hung the moon and was her personal superhero. He'd do anything for her, to make her smile.
So, he took this demeaning, awful job with a bunch of adrenaline junkies making a documentary about tornadoes with their asshole producer, Jacob Black.
"You want something to drink, Dr. Cullen?" asked Seth, his PA and personal videographer. "I'm going to grab a Monster."
"Um, some coffee," Edward replied, handing Seth a few bucks. "I'm going to check the radar for any activity." His cell phone rang and he saw his mother's number dance across the screen. "Well, after I talk to Lily."
"Tell her I say hi," Seth grinned, hopping out of the van and walking to the convenience store.
Picking up the phone, Edward slid his finger across the screen. "Hey, Bug," he sang, holding up the phone so he could see his little girl. "You being good for Grandma?"
