Sydney Croft

Unleashing the Storm
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Feel the heat. Hear the roar.

The fever has begun.

There's a storm rising. Electricity crackles in the air. For Kira Donovan, it's that time of year again: when the need floods her flesh, when almost any man- the bigger and the stronger the better- will do. For Kira, an animal psychic, the heat is a matter of life and death, and this year it has come at just the right time. Tom Knight, a natural born predator, has arrived at her isolated Idaho farm- for reasons all his own...

At first Kira isn't interested in Knight's motives. She only needs him- his body, his hands, his scent. But soon, through a daze of desire and distrust, Kira discovers Knight's world- the world of a covert operative, one man among dozens of secret agents waging an astonishing global war. Knight's mission is to bring Kira- kicking and screaming if necessary- into the Agency for Covert Rare Operatives and harness her extraordinary gift. He never expected the powerful emotions she would ignite in him, or the fierce desire to keep her safe from harm. For as darkness gathers around them, Kira is feeling the heat once again, leading them both on a wild ride of delicious thrills... and terror beyond imagining.

NAMED BEST EROTIC PARANORMAL ROMANCE OF 2008 BY MICHELLE BUONFIGLIO OF MYLIFETIME.COM!

The Second Book in the Acro Series
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February 26, 2008

Delta
ISBN: 0-385-34081-8
ISBN-13: 978-0-385-34081-6

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Unleashing the Storm

Reviews

Unleashing the Storm is one of those rare reads where the characters linger long after the story ends. Intense intrigue, action, eroticism, and a fascinating world combine to create an enthralling winner. Sydney Croft is a fabulous new talent.”
Cheyenne McCray, USA Today Bestselling Author

“Feeds the animal within yet leaves you hungry for more. Keep your eye on Sydney Croft… this Storm packs one powerfully erotic punch...”
Jaci Burton, Nationally Bestselling Author

"Red-hot romance and paranormal thrills from the first page to the last! Sydney Croft writes the kind of books I love to read!”
Lara Adrian, USA Today Bestselling Author

“This erotic romance delves deep into the paranormal world of ghosts and humans with special abilities. Croft’s current heroine is an animal psychic with a few animal tendencies of her own. The duo writing as Croft moves this story along by building on and expanding relationships from their previous novel, Riding the Storm. Each page is filled with attitude, danger and sex that heats up fast and goes well beyond the norm...”
Romantic Times, 4 Stars!

"Unleashing the Storm is a sexy, intense read which will whet a reader’s appetite for the next book in this series.”
Night Owl Romance Reviews

"A great paranormal story with action, romance and lots of sex.”
Victoria, Midwest Book Review

“As paranormal readers know, there is so much out there to choose from, if you come in as a new author you really have to stand out. Croft definitely does that...I really think this series is going places. I highly recommend paranormal lovers give it a try. ”
Casee, The Book Binge

“The story line is fast-paced and filled with action... Fans will root for the lead protagonists while appreciating this cleverly done romantic suspense erotic fantasy and seek the previous ACRO saga Riding the Storm. ”
—Harriet Klausner

“The characters of Kira and Tom were well-handled, both their strengths and their vulnerabilities. The tension, both romantic and plot-driven, was well-created and upheld...This is an author to watch. ”
—Kate Cuthbert, All About Romance

“Ms. Croft has managed to outdo herself with this second installment of her ACRO series. She blends the supernatural seamlessly with the romance in this novel making Unleashing the Storm a perfect example of a paranormal romance... Unleashing the Storm is a spectacular addition to the ACRO series and I can't wait to see what Ms. Croft has in store for us next. Run, don't walk and get your copy, you won’t be disappointed. ”
5 Blue Ribbons, Romance Junkies

“Very sexy with good characters and a fast moving plot...”
—Alicia, The Good, The Bad, The Unread

“Absolutely Delicious! The erotic scenes are just the tip of the iceberg. The characters are engaging and the story electrifying. Kira is such a complex character and she is written beautifully. The heat does not overshadow her personality but rather just one facet of her. Rather than remain superficial, the author explored the real ramifications of a woman going into heat. The feelings of powerlessness that go with you life depending on others, your urges being out of your control. She did an exceptional job of weaving that in with the sizzling sex scenes without detracting from either facet of the heat. Tom Knight does what any man would- take shameless advantage of Kira’s need ­ and yet he is somehow compelling and endearing anyway. That interplay alone would make a good book, but in addition to the heat and other fascinating paranormal aspects there is action-packed suspense and shadowy intrigue. I couldn’t put this book down. I absolutely loved this book and am eagerly awaiting future titles by this author.”
The Romance Studio

“This second book in the ACRO series is fabulously sexy and intriguingly hot. I have become addicted to the collaboration of the two authors known as Sydney Croft, and I'm ready to find out what happens next. Definitely a must-read. ”
Fresh Fiction

Unleashing the Storm is emotionally satisfying, as well as fiercely erotic. The sexual tension is urgent and driving; it refuses to subside. That's because the writing duo that is Sydney Croft (Larissa Ione and Stephanie Tyler) shows Kira's need in an aching, frantic way sensual women understand. Then they gift us with Ender, who delivers high-emotion sexual fantasy even we veteran erotic romance fans find refreshing.”
Michelle Buonfiglio, myLifetime.com

 

 

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· Chapter One ·

Unleashing the StormTUESDAY 4 P.M. MST

Kira Donovan would be dead by now if Ender needed her to be, another victim of his steady hand and expert marksmanship, which were part random gift of nature and part honed by years of training.

He lay in familiar sniper position, on his stomach on the broad, grassy slope overlooking the farm, mentally lining up one perfect shot after another as the woman he'd been sent to persuade walked in and out of the dilapidated barn without a care in the world.

The woman born as Charity Connelly was going to require a hell of a lot of training to bring her up to spec. And she was going to have to stop wearing those shorts and T-shirts that showed off too much tanned, curvy flesh too, because that was much too distracting for everyone involved. Mrs. Freakin' Doolittle and her merry band of animals were going to have a rude awakening.

He sighed, put his forehead down against the cool earth and breathed in the scent of nature that always seemed to be a part of him, no matter how hard he'd tried to get away. And even though he so didn't want this assignment, he was here, and he had a job to do. And his jobs always got done.

Speaking of done, what hadn't been was the beautiful woman he'd picked up last night, someone who shared his tastes in bed and his penchant for no-strings relationships. That had to be the real reason for his hard-on.

They'd just gotten to the handcuffs portion of the evening when he'd received the call from work, something he couldn't ignore. And when Dev, the head of the Agency for Covert Rare Operatives that employed him, and Ken, his direct supervisor, had laid out the plan to him, which meant taking the red-eye from the Catskills, New York compound to bumble-fuck Idaho, Ender had just shaken his head in a combination of irritation and no-fucking-way.

"Why me?" he'd asked. Because he'd worked for five years as one of their top Convincers, the guy who brought home the big catches. He liked being able to go in and pick off the men and women who'd already been briefed to some degree about the agency's dealing in Special Ops of a very different kind, was always prepared for one of these rare-ability types to go off the deep end, but never had much more than a casual, passing acquaintance with them.

He did not want to be one of the people who actually had to recruit the talent.

"You've got patience," Ken said.

He snorted. "Patience when I'm waiting for the right shot, yes. My patience where new recruits are concerned is severely limited, and if you mean patience where women are concerned - well, I just went from bad to worse."

"You've got the background for the cover. You grew up on a farm," Ken continued.

"Shit," he'd muttered, because he'd put his shit-kickers away when he left the farm, and the horse when he was sixteen, and never looked back. Hitched around the country for a year doing odd jobs, whatever he could get his hands on - same went for women - and finally, when he hit seventeen and got his GED he hit the nearest recruiting office. He wanted different - college - something. And the Army had given him that, Delta Force and covert ops even more. His parents had given consent, grateful that he'd finally called to tell them he was still alive.

He'd finally appealed to the head of ACRO. "Come on, Dev. You've got plenty of other guys who could handle this one - guys whose job it is to do this. What the hell do you need my talents for this one so early in the game?"

Unleashing the StormDev had smiled, and with his usual straightforwardness, simply said, "Because if she can't be convinced to join us within forty-eight hours, you're going to have to kill her."

Ender had grabbed the file and left the office without another word. Ken hadn't wanted a trail - needed a quick in and out because of the target's highly specialized and unforeseen increasingly urgent needs, and the less people seen on and around the farm, the better. So it was good-bye Ender and hello Tom Knight for the next forty-eight hours.

If he had his way, the job would be done in twenty-four. Whatever it took, no holds barred, he was going to drag Kira the animal whisperer kicking and screaming into ACRO, or he'd carry out his alternate orders. From what information he'd gleaned from her files, she might actually enjoy being tied down, especially during this time of year.

If it could only be that easy, a seduce and convince special, normally Wyatt Kennedy's favorite means of persuasion. An ACRO operative who specialized in deep undercover ops, Wyatt was convinced that ninety-nine percent of women would roll with just the right kind of persuasion, and the other one percent would require a tranquilizer gun.

Ender had both plans covered.

Mixing business with pleasure had never gotten in his way before, and from what the first contact person, a psychic who'd gone undercover at the sanctuary, had reported, it might be the only way to get Kira on board. ACRO's psychic had claimed that Kira's spring fever was a major issue and, according to Ken, utilizing Kira's insatiable need for sex during this time was supposed to be part of Ender's master plan. An open invitation.

Now he pushed up from the ground, and headed down toward the barn, taking the main route that led from the driveway. Bag slung over his shoulder, he looked like a man who'd walked in from the one Greyhound Bus Stop in this one-horse Idaho town, without many possessions or cares.

Still, Kira came out of the barn and headed right in his direction like she had a homing device on him. He hadn't spotted any cameras, but he'd been told she was paranoid.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice brisk, businesslike and not at all like the soft tones he'd figured on. Immediately his own needs gained quick interest and let him know they'd demand to be heard sooner than later.

God, she was pretty - naturally pretty, all long, light brown hair and full, pouty lips, wide amber eyes and a body to freakin' die for.

"Hey, I'm Tom. Your new man for hire," he said, and yeah, he'd let her work him in more ways than one, if she was game.

He hadn't used his real name in years, preferred the anonymity of Ender and the images it conjured up, especially at work. It kept most of the assholes, and everyone else, at bay. Because, at heart, he never was a social kind of guy, and things were not going to change if he could help it.

He approached her, palm out, and she hesitated, the skittish side he'd been expecting showing through. Finally, she extended her hand, her palm rough from work, her shake strong and sure. v

"Hello, Tommy," she said.

"It's Tom," he said, then cursed inwardly and shrugged. "But, whatever, it's all good."

Yeah, real fucking slick.

She didn't smile, but the corner of her mouth pulled up slightly. "You're right on time."

"I try to make that a habit," he said, became aware of something sniffing his ass and turned to find a goat staring at him. It didn't look happy either.

"Do you also make it a habit to spy on people?" she asked, and he turned back from the animal to her.

Son of a - "No ma'am," he said.

"So you just decided you wanted to stare me down for an hour and a half, then?" She'd folded her arms over her chest, and he let his eyes skim her breasts before meeting her gaze and smiling.

"I got here a little early and wanted to take a nap. Didn't want to bother you or anything. And then I saw you, walking back and forth from the barn and, well..." He shrugged. "Shit, I'm a red-blooded man, Kira."

That part was more than true, and standing this close to her, inhaling the scent of apples and honey and cloves that surrounded her, despite the other, more pungent smells close by, was killing him.

She narrowed her eyes at him, and he held his breath because he couldn't screw this up this soon. Something was wrong - very wrong. He'd never been spotted, not like that. He'd been hidden, camouflaged, and he was good enough at that to know that she'd gotten her information about his watching in some other way than stumbling on it herself.

When the goat poked him in the back again, everything suddenly became clear.

 

 

Unleashing the StormKira watched Peeping Tom for a long moment, allowing Cheech time to sniff him out. The little Nubian goat was a great judge of character, and if he indicated that Tom needed to be watched, then that's what she'd do.

And frankly, she'd watch him anyway. She'd never been one for the rugged, outdoorsy type, but something about Tom grabbed her in places no man had grabbed for a long time.

Not since her last spring fever.

Now that May had come again, the yearning had begun, the fierce, primal burn that permeated every cell and told her she was days, maybe hours from the insanity that would consume her for upward of four weeks.

She'd been getting antsy, had been unable to concentrate on simple tasks. And simple tasks in the presence of males...forget it. It was definitely time to scope out potential partners and give her battery-operated toys a rest. She'd figured her other hire, a dark-haired, brawny hottie named Derek, would be the first mate she took this season.

But now, as she studied Tom Knight, with his piercing blue eyes and sun-streaked blonde hair that was too long for a military cut and too short for a surfer, she began to think he might be more fun until he wore out. High, chiseled cheekbones, firm mouth...yeah, he may not be her type, but during this time of year, all men were her type, and besides, she wasn't looking for happily ever after.

There'd never be one of those. Not for her. Not for someone people thought was psychotic if they didn't believe she could talk to animals, or were terrified of if they did believe. Because she didn't just talk to animals. She understood them, communicated with them through words and body language and scents, but mainly, mental images and sensations that transcended most human understanding.

And the other aspect of her gift, the part that was more of a curse, well, people really didn't understand that. Hence, the moves. The name changes. The prayers that her latest relocation and identity would be her last.

Cheech gave Tom a head butt and then, with a low bleat, told her he'd keep an eye on the man. The goat seemed to think it was strange for a human to lie on the ground the way Tom had, and Cheech wasn't going to trust him any time soon.

"Ma'am?"

She blinked, realized she'd been so immersed in her own world that she hadn't heard anything Tom had said, and the way he was watching her, like he didn't enjoy being ignored, made her a little jittery.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I asked if maybe I could move in? Get started working."

His voice, powerful and compelling, rolled through her like a muscle-deep caress, and she wondered if his effect on her was a result of her growing need or if he always talked with a rough, erotic edge, as though urging a woman toward orgasm.

"Right." She started up the drive toward the guest house, and motioned him to follow. "I don't know how familiar you are with Rainbow Ridge Sanctuary..."

He settled into an easy, long stride next to her, and the warm breeze brought his scent to her, a powerful mixture of grass, woods, and sun-warmed man no one else would have smelled unless they'd been on top of him. Which, she thought as she glanced at him, sounded like a nice place to be right about now.

Yeah, spring fever was kicking at the barn door, and it was only a matter of time before it broke out at a dead run.

"I know it sits on roughly forty acres, and that there's a public and private side." He looked over his shoulder, frowned at Cheech. "Is that thing going to follow us everywhere?"

"Just you. He's suspicious of strangers."

"Great," he muttered, turning his attention back to their surroundings. "I'm guessing this is the private side."

She nodded. "The people who own the sanctuary live on the front twenty acres with the exotic animals. Fifteen or so volunteers help out over there, and they charge a nominal admission for people to visit. Down here-" she waved her arm in an expansive gesture "-we take care of the domestic animals."

He slowed to avoid stepping on Peepers, a crippled mallard duck she'd rescued last year from a kid who'd grown tired of his Easter present. "I thought you were in charge of the whole place."

Nodding, she bent to run a finger over Peepers' smooth green head, which put her at crotch level with Tom. Heat billowed from him, heat and seductive male scents, and oh, she needed to be alone with him. Soon.

"I'm the manager," she said hoarsely, and straightened. "So I do the hiring, and I oversee all the animal care and training. I live down here with you and Derek."

"Derek?"

"He's my other hire. You two will share the upstairs part of the guest house. The bottom floor is mine." She thought she saw a flash of irritation in his eyes, but it was gone so quickly she might have imagined it. "Is there a problem?"

He shrugged and ignored Cheech when the goat gave him a head butt for the sheer pleasure of it. "I was under the impression I was the only hire."

They started walking again, his boots crunching gravel, his tread lighter than she'd have expected as they navigated around flocks of farm fowl and three sheep that refused to give way. Tom didn't miss a beat, moved with her to give the animals a wide berth, and she tried not to focus on the way his lean thighs flexed inside well-worn and well-fitting jeans with every step. Or the way the muscles in his bare arms looked strong enough to effortlessly pin her beneath him.

"Two of my guys quit suddenly a couple of weeks ago. One of them went on vacation and never came back, and the other got up one morning, packed, and left before I knew he was gone."

The kind of labor-intensive, low-pay work they did in a place like this had a tendency to weed out all but the most dedicated animal lovers, but it had still been odd to lose Jack and David like that, and in such a short a span of time. Especially since they'd been around last year during her time of need, and they'd seemed happy to stick around for this one.

Unleashing the StormMaybe she shouldn't have cut them off when she'd no longer required them. Then again, she knew full well the consequences of trying to maintain a relationship outside her fevers.

"I hired Derek to replace one," she said, "and you to replace the other."

They arrived at the guest house she'd partly remodeled with the money she made under the table here at the refuge, and she mounted the rickety steps. "Watch the banister - it's pretty well shot."

"I can probably fix it," he said, going down on a knee to pat one of the three dogs lounging on the porch. When Cheech clattered up the steps and demanded attention, Tom scratched the goat's brown back.

"That's okay - Derek already offered. I guess he's a carpenter in his spare time. He's going to paint the house as well, as soon as he gets some time."

"As long as it's under control," Tom said. "It's always good to have someone handy around."

She bit her lip. Tom had no idea how handy he'd be to have around. In more ways than one.

"You and Derek will always use the back entrance stairs to the upper floor, but I'm taking you in this way so you can see the place and meet the kids."

"Kids?"

"The house critters. Mostly rescues I can't allow outside without supervision."

She opened the door, and fur exploded as cats scattered, and dogs came running.

"Fuck. Me."

Tom stood there wearing a shocked expression she doubted people saw much. He quickly recovered and plastered on a neutral mask, but his sharp, focused eyes took everything in. She got the distinct feeling he was cataloging the furniture, the animals, the entire dwelling in his mind.

"Is that a lynx?" he asked, as they walked inside and shut the door, only to be surrounded by several happy dogs and one extra-large cat.

"Yep. That's Rafi." She crouched on her heels to scratch the lynx behind the ears. "He was on a butcher table, about to be skinned alive for his fur, when he was rescued." Her stomach churned, as it always did when she thought about how close he'd come to an excruciating, lingering death. "The people who rescued him from the fur farm only had enough money to buy him and one other cat. The rest..." she trailed off, unable to talk about it.

She straightened, waved the animals away, and they bounded off like a bunch of kindergarteners released for recess. "So this is where I live. Nothing fancy. Thrift store furnishings." She gestured to the left, where the only pieces of furniture, a stained blue love seat and a tiny television she never watched, made the room seem bigger than it was.

"Living room there, dining room to the right, my bedroom and den in the back. Those stairs ahead lead up to your room, but like I said, you'll use the back entrance." She took a key off the rack on the entryway wall and handed it to him. "The door on the right is yours. Derek is on the left. You'll share a kitchen and a bathroom. Sheets and towels are in the wardrobe next to your bed, which is a twin, so don't expect to have any comfortable nights with guests."

"Comfort isn't usually a concern."

He swung his gaze back to her, blatantly taking in her body from her lips to her thighs, as though the mention of a bed had made him picture her in his. She could certainly picture being there, could imagine his lean, hard body against hers. The potent energy surrounding him, the aura of power and eroticism, promised that time shared between the sheets would be something to savor.

"Anything else, Kira?"

"Yes. We start work at six A.M. You can break for lunch anytime between eleven and two. We work until around six, but we sometimes go later. You and Derek can each have one weekend day off. Work out between yourselves which day you want, Saturday or Sunday. I work both. If you need to run to town for anything, groceries or whatever, you can take my truck parked out back. Just ask first. Ditto with my computer. You can use it, but ask. And there's no internet connection."

"Why not?"

Because Big Brother watches your every move. "I like my privacy."

He gave her the usual you're-a-nutcase look, and then rubbed the back of his neck. "Is that all?"

The words, spoken in a flat and emotionless drawl, sounded innocent. But she suspected that inside he was bucking her authority as fast as she could throw it at him. This man did not like being told what to do. How odd that he took this kind of job - when he'd called this morning about a position, she'd been pleased with his credentials, but now she had to wonder if his farm background, typically a male-driven trade, made him a little edgy when a woman called the shots.

So it was with great pleasure that she said, "There's one more thing. Under no circumstances will you consume meat on this property or in my presence. I'm a strict vegan, and while I won't begrudge you eggs and dairy products, I will not tolerate the consumption of animal flesh by humans at this refuge. Understood?"

A vein popped out on his forehead and began to pulse. Though there were no other outward signs of his annoyance and unease, she could smell the potent mixture coming off him in waves.

He smiled, hefted his bag high on his shoulder and said, "That's cool." And then she watched his fine backside while he took the stairs three at a time, as though he couldn't wait to get away from her.

But she knew better. Because along with the other smells, she'd caught the scent of lust, pure and simple.

Closing her eyes, she allowed the tantalizing aroma to invade her senses and trigger systemic responses she should be trying to suppress -- for a couple of hours at least, because after that, there would be no suppressing anything.

Unleashing the StormBut Tom...there was something different about him, an earthy animal magnetism she'd never encountered. After eleven years of suffering for a few weeks a year, she knew her body, and she'd been sure she had a couple of days to prepare for this, but it seemed as though Tom's presence had brought the fever on early. Fighting it seemed pointless.

Clenching her fists at her sides, she threw her head back, let her heart rate double, let it flush her body with blood that had heated up a couple of degrees. Her nervous system sparked like someone had struck a match to it, and every nerve ending tingled with hypersensitivity until her skin was on fire. Deep, frequent breaths brought crisp scents and life-giving oxygen into her lungs, and she could almost feel each individual cell distribute the fuel to the pleasure centers that had begun to swell and pulse and crave what only a man could give her.

It had begun.

 

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