Of course you didn't Nay.
I was away so I can't thank you enough for taking that initiative.
The Mammoth Book of Special Ops Romance
The Mammoth Book of Special Ops Romance
Running PressISBN-10: 0762438436
ISBN-13: 978-0762438433
Pre-Order at AmazonMay 11, 2010
23 passionate stories of hard-hitting love…Stirring romance featuring the heroes of the Navy SEALs, Delta
Force, Air Force Pararescue, the Green Berets, the Army Rangers and
other special forces: men and women who live and fight in extreme
danger to preserve our freedoms, defenders and protectors of all we
hold dear.
This collection includes the work of bestselling romance writers
such as Shannon K. Butcher and Stephanie Tyler and Larissa Ione,
writing as Sydney Croft. Sydney Croft’s special forces couple, Annika
and Creed, work for the Agency for Covert Rare Operatives (ACRO), all
of whose members have special powers, while Shannon K. Butcher’s hero
is an ex-Navy SEAL. But these fighting men and women have a gentler,
protective side; hard-edged weapons when on active duty, they can be
caring lovers, of special forces teammates or the civilians they
protect.
Contains Sydney Croft's story,
Code Word Storm.Read an Excerpt Reviews
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Excerpt
Annika Svenson loved her job. As a special operative for the Agency
for Covert Rare Operatives, she was given awesome assignments — lots of
danger, action, and
really freaky situations.
Because ACRO didn’t employ the average agent. No, ACRO specialized
in people with unique talents, like Annika’s electric eel ability to
shock the hell out of whoever she touched. Her skill, combined with the
fact that she’d been raised to be a secret agent from the age of two,
made her someone every ACRO operative wanted to work with.
It also made her someone those very operatives avoided when they
weren’t working with her. Annika wasn’t the nicest person on the
planet, but she couldn’t care less what anyone thought of her. As long
as she had Dev, ACRO’s big boss, on her side, she had all she needed.
Her cell rang and, speak of the devil, Dev’s
Carry on my Wayward Sontone jingled in her pocket. As she dug the phone from her jeans, she
glanced outside the window of the East Seattle house ACRO had rented.
The mansion across the street looked back at her like some kind of
million-eyed monster, which was appropriate, since the man hiding
inside was a beast in his own right. All was annoyingly calm, which was
the first thing she said to Dev when she answered.
“Nothing going on,” she said. “Mikey-boy hasn’t so much as opened the front door to get the paper in two days.”
Dev sighed. “You tried to gain entry again last night?”
“Yep. And I have a lump on my head to prove it.”
Normally, nothing could keep her out of a secured building, but
Michael Bender wasn’t your usual arms-dealing, bank-robbing, terrorist
scum. No, this slimeball sold his services to the highest bidder, and
he used the spirit world to do his evil work. Now that Annika had
trapped him, he’d used those same talents to make his house
impenetrable — anyone trying to break in was going to get their asses
kicked by things they couldn’t fight…or see.
Sure, Annika could charge her body up to dissipate a ghost’s energy,
but apparently, the entities Mike had enslaved could actually
manipulate electricity, and the last time Annika had gone up against
them, they’d drained her power and whacked her on the head with a brick.
“Understood,” Dev said. “I’ve got backup on the way. Play nice.”
The way her boss had said, “Play nice,” sent tingles of both dread
and anticipation up her spine, because she knew exactly who he’d
deployed for this mission.
“Creed,” she breathed. “You’re sending that—”
“I know there’s no love lost there,” he interrupted, “but you two
need to deal with it.” The sound of Dev tapping on his computer
keyboard came over the secure line, followed by a curse. “Gotta go.
Creed should be there any minute. Don’t kill him.”
Don’t kill him.Yeah. Okay. Whatever. She’d tried once…the last time they’d worked
together in a haunted mansion. Turned out that he was one person in the
world who was immune to her electric surges. Which made him the one
person in the world she could have sex with. Oh, she could control her
power, but sometimes, like when she was startled — or when she had an
orgasm — her body lit up like a neon sign and short-circuited whatever
she was touching.
Including people. Except Creed.
Her cheeks heated as
those memories roared back in
excruciatingly vivid detail. He’d taken her virginity at the mansion,
and afterward they’d barely spoken for weeks. Until last month, anyway,
when he’d been sent to her for martial arts training, and they’d done
just a little too much rolling around on the mat.
And once again, they hadn’t spoken since, though not for lack of
trying on his part. Their lack of communication was her fault, and she
could admit it. She didn’t need him, didn’t want him, didn’t even like
him. That crazy fluttering in her belly and skipping of her heart meant
nothing.
A heavy pounding on the back door made her jump. Dammit. She was never jumpy.
“Annika?” His deep, low voice rumbled through her, and she resented the way it made her pulse race.
Casually, as though she wasn’t trembling on the inside, she turned
away from the window and the rainy Seattle evening. Creed stood at the
entrance to the living room, the dim glow of the single candle casting
more than enough light for her to get a good view of all six-foot-five
of him wrapped in black leather from his biker boots to his pants to
his jacket. His shoulder-length, dark hair fell in unruly waves against
his face, the right side of which was covered with tattoos that
decorated the entire right side length of his body.
Her mouth watered as if getting ready to lick every one of them.
“Creed,” she ground out, more angry at her body’s response to him
than at the fact that he was here when she’d told Dev she didn’t want
to work with him ever again.
He strode into the living room like he owned the house, and he scanned her from head to toe as though he owned
her. “Nice seeing you, too.”
Arrogant jerk. She wasn’t going to let him get to her this time. No
way. “I hope you brought your little ghost tagalong with you, because
we’re going to need all the help we can get on this one,” she said
crisply, all business.
“Wow. You’re eager to get to it, aren’t you?” He smiled, the cocky
one that made her want to slap him. Or kiss him. Maybe both.
“I’m always eager to work.” She turned to the table next to her,
where she had the plans for Bender’s house laid out. “As you can see—”
Creed’s hand came down on her shoulder and spun her around. “Oh, I
can see,” he said, in a husky, rich voice. “I can see that before we
take down this scumbag, we’re going to have to get something out of the
way.”
Swallowing dryly, she took him in, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes, his
full lips, and the eyebrow piercing that inched up the longer she
stared like a dolt and said nothing.
Finally, she cleared her throat and said with a calm she didn’t
feel, “What do we need to get out of the way? Do you need me to kick
your ass? Because that, I will happily do.”
“Always with the attitude,” he murmured, as he thrust his hand into
her hair and held her immobile more with the force of his will than his
grip. “This is what we need to get out of the way.”
Before she could protest, he lowered his head and kissed her.
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Subject: SPECIAL OPS ROMANCE 
Sun Oct 04, 2009 5:21 am
The
SHE'S IN THE FORUM BABE....I'M OFF!
Luna without her make up on 
..OH BY THE WAY..GUESS WHAT???..CREED IS STILL MINE!!! 
..GO EASY WITH THAT BABY OIL..IT IS VERY SLIPPERY 
