Weather was one of the very first things my husband and I bonded over, and over the years that shared obsession only grew. So when I somehow won a ride-along with Team Dominator, it felt like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Unfortunately, life had other plans.
I wasn't able to go.
My husband, however, got to live what was essentially both of our childhood dreams.
Am I genuinely happy for him? Of course.
Am I still a little jealous? Let's move on.
ThenTwisterscame out.
And look, I watched it for the science. Entirely for the science. Absolutely nothing to do with Glen Powell, his smile, or that suspiciously memorable wet white t-shirt scene. Nothing at all.
After watching it an entirely reasonable number of times, it felt like being ten years old again. That same excitement. That same adrenaline. That same urge to jump in a truck and chase storms across the Plains.
A few weeks later, while driving to work through a severe thunderstorm, the idea for this book appeared fully formed in my head.
What if I wrote a storm chaser romance?
Naturally, I ignored the idea for over a year.
Then one day I finally sat down and started writing.
And somehow, after thousands of words, countless weather forecasts, enough meteorological research to concern my search history, and two fictional people who spent an alarming amount of time refusing to admit they were in love, this book was born.
To my husband, Glen—thank you for being my favorite weather nerd. Thank you for loving me through every hyperfixation, every deadline, and every chaotic writing spiral. And thank you for living out our shared dream of storm chasing with Team Dominator, even if I reserve the right to be mildly jealous about it forever.
To Reed Timmer—thank you for inspiring an entire generation of weather nerds and making storm chasing feel accessible, exciting, and endlessly fascinating. Thank you for sharing your passion for severe weather with the world and for giving ordinary people a chance to experience something extraordinary. This book wouldn't exist without that inspiration.
To Cass and Mads—thank you for encouraging every ridiculous idea I have, including this one. Thank you for reading supporting my chaos and keeping my science nerd in check.
And finally, to my readers.
Thank you for taking a chance on a book about tornadoes, weather nerds, emotional support dogs, powdered donuts, and two stubborn people who spend an alarming amount of time pretending they aren’t completely in love with each other.
I hope this story made you laugh, swoon, and maybe check the radar once or twice.
And if you find yourself staring at storm clouds a little differently after reading this book, well...
Welcome to the club.
See you in the next chase.
