The Hurricane, by R.J. Prescott

the hurricane

Grade: B-

Doing it at: 59%

Catnip: Opposites Attract; Deep Dark Secrets; Sexual Healing; Boxers; Alpha Hero

Shame Scale: Medium shame, that cover is all about them abs, and my brain kept wandering to My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding casting

Fantasy Cast: Kate Hudson circa Almost Famous; young Gerard Butler

  Book Description:

Emily McCarthy is living in fear of a dark and dangerous past. A gifted mathematician, she is little more than a hollow, broken shell, trying desperately to make ends meet long enough to finish her degree. Through an unlikely friendship with the aging, cantankerous owner of an old boxing gym, Em is thrown into the path of the most dangerous man that she has ever met. Cormac “the Hurricane” O’Connell is cut, tattooed and dangerous. He is a lethal weapon with no safety and everyone is waiting for the mis-fire. He’s never been knocked out before, but when he meet Em he falls, HARD. Unlike any other girl he’s ever met, she doesn’t want anything from him. Just being around her makes him want to be a better person. They are polar opposites who were never meant to find each other, but some things are just worth the fight. ***Warning*** This book contains adult language and subject matter, including some flashback scenes of abuse and rape, that may be disturbing for some readers. This book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.


I have some serious mixed feelings about The Hurricane, on one hand the story had some really strong elements and some great, clean writing. On the other hand, it dragged a bit and made my brain drift off towards My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding (I don’t think we can blame the author for that one, my brain is a well-known scumbag). I would recommend Em and O’Connell’s story to people looking for main characters with some serious demons and an incredibly devoted hero.

Cormack “The Hurricane” O’Connell spots Emily working at a local greasy spoon close to the gym where he does boxing training and is instantly smitten with her. He bided his time to introducing himself because even from afar he can tell she’s a skittish little* bird. And he’s a rough neck boy, well over six-foot, with tattoos, and what I imagine is not a particularly refined accent (my apologies to the author, my brain she does what she wants); who hangs out with Danny her favorite customer. Danny is the closest thing Em has to a friend because she’s hiding a dark past and is incredibly slow to trust. Especially men.

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