A pun-filled tale featuring Jane Austen's characters with some added or addled, missing or missish, modified or mortified, healthier, wealthier, or wiser. Impeccable comportment is mandatory in Regency England, a society governed by strict rules of conduct. The immaculate image of perfectionist Fitzwilliam Darcy is somewhat tarnished when he and his traveling companions arrive, hot and sweaty, at Pemberley and decide to take a fateful plunge into a scummy pond. An embarrassing encounter on the estate's lawn leaves a long-lasting impression on Jane and Elizabeth Bennet, who are new acquaintances of Georgiana and Anna Darcy. With both families in London for the Little Season, Darcy finds himself thrown again into the path of perky Elizabeth Bennet, but a handsome army officer just might blockade further advances. This romantic comedy is a lighthearted adaptation of Austen’s , featuring a softer, sweeter, sillier side of Austen's beloved characters.

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The year is 3048, Earth is no longer habitable, and man has fled to the stars where they’ve discovered the secret of immortality—Meridian. Unfortunately, the radioactive mineral is exorbitantly expensive and only available to a select few. A new class comprised of the super rich and immortal soon evolves. The Collective, as they’re called, rule the universe.

Two-thousand-year-old Ricardo Sanchez, vampire and rogue pilot of the space cruiser, El Cazador, can’t resist two things: gorgeous women and impossible jobs. When beautiful Skylar Rossaria approaches him to break a prisoner out of the Collective’s maximum security prison on Trakis One, Rico jumps at the chance. Being hunted by the Collective has never been so dangerous–or so fun!

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Darkness

Breaking assassin Jonathon Decker out of a maximum security prison on Trakis One seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, pursued across space by the two most powerful factions in the universe, the crew of El Cazador are having second thoughts. They’d like to give him back. 

Unfortunately, that no longer seems an option.

Jon is used to working alone. Now, he’s stuck on the space cruiser El Cazador until he can work out just what he’s supposed to know that puts him on everybody’s most-wanted-dead list. He’s not happy that the crew includes a runaway priestess with designs on his virtue—such as it is. Jon likes women, but he gave up the role of protector a long time ago, and Alexia, High Priestess of the Church of Everlasting Life, is an accident waiting to happen.

After twenty-four excruciatingly boring years of doing her duty, Alex is finally having some fun. She never meant to run away—it was a rash impulse—and she means to go back—eventually. But first, she’s going to squeeze enough excitement out of the situation to last her a lifetime. And what could be more exciting than a stunningly gorgeous werewolf?

Meanwhile, the Church are chasing their missing priestess, and the Collective are pursuing their escaped assassin. Being hunted has never been more deadly…or more fun.

Review

“Sydney Croft writes the kind of books I love to read!”—Lara Adrian, New York Times bestselling author of Taken by Midnight

Praise for Sydney Croft’s ACRO series

“[A] sizzling hot series that has never failed to keep my undivided attention . . . nothing short of brilliant.”—Fresh Fiction

“Croft redefines sizzle and spark with weather-driven passion.”—Romantic Times

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CHAPTER

One

Rome wasn't a place where Stryker Wills was comfortable.Sure, the women were gorgeous, the food amazing, and fucking and eating weretwo of his favorite pleasures in life. But man, there was a lot of history herehe could potentially destroy. The cathedrals and the Colosseum, not to mentionthe Vatican, had all survived hundreds, or even thousands, of years and hecould take them out in one fell swoop with a flash of temper.

Knowing that made him more wary than usual. He'd beentense all morning, despite the beautiful women who'd been propositioning him ashe ate at an outdoor café-he didn't like mixing business with pleasure. Andthis trip was business, pure and simple, as he tried to get a bead on the fire-and-icewoman, a split-personalitied agent who'd killed his friend and nearly takenStryker out-twice-eight months earlier in the Amazon jungle.

Stryker had been out for blood ever since-his easygoingpersonality fading into the background as his hunger to avenge his fellowmurdered ACRO agent grew with each passing day.

Now the woman responsible for the murder was close. Hishands fisted and he realized that he was no longer the same man who'd left ACROfor this assignment all those months ago.

Itor operative Phoebe Milan had killed his supervisor andfriend, Akbar Shatar, setting him on fire while Stryker watched, helpless to doanything. And when Stryker returned to ACRO after Phoebe escaped, he'd gottenhis new instructions from

Devlin O'Malley, head of the ACRO agency.

Kill her, Dev told him. No further discussion needed.

It was an instruction ACRO agents heard often. As anoperative with rare abilities, he'd actually lived on ACRO's massive compoundsince birth, as his parents were also both longtime agents with the Agency forCovert Rare Operatives.

His parents had assumed he'd have abilities, but man, hadthey been surprised at both the type and the extent. Mating a telekinetic withan excedosapien with superstrength hadn't seemed like a crazy idea at the time-andmost agents tended to marry other agents anyway. But the first time two-year-oldStryker's temper tantrum ripped a fault through the middle of his house,everyone at ACRO had taken quite an interest in him.

So yeah, he'd grown up within the organization and,thanks to that, he was one of the few agents with special abilities who didn'thave major adjustment issues, but that didn't mean that sometimes he didn'tfeel intimidated by his own might.

He could cause earthquakes and volcanoes. Tsunamis too,of course. Mudslides. Avalanches. Thing was, once he started them, he couldn'tstop them, so he had to make sure to put just the right spin on his power.Typically, if he was forced to use it, he'd start small. Really, really small,because hey, there was always room to advance to life-threatening.

But there was a downside to his gift-there always was,for all the agents.

Stryker didn't have to watch the news to find out aboutnatural disasters that occurred globally. Most were underreported anyway, buthe was conscious of every single one, no matter their size.

Mainly, because they pulled at his libido, an unfortunateand common side effect for any elementalist. Mother Nature had a way of gettingback at humans who could manipulate her world, and her nasty punishment forStryker was a hard-on whenever someone used elemental powers around him-or whenthe planet rocked out an earthquake.

It was a constant-ranging from mild to highlyuncomfortable-reminder that he had no control over Mother Nature at all,because even though he got advance notice, it came only mere seconds before thedestruction, leaving no time to actually help any victims in the path of theoncoming natural disaster.

Most of the time, his sense of guilt was immense. Morethan once he'd gone to the ACRO scientists and psychics to seek a way to refinehis abilities into an earlier warning system, but to no avail.

You can't beat yourself up over this, Dev, the head ofACRO, would tell him, but Stryker would anyway.

Over the years, Stryker had watched men and women filterinto ACRO-most dragged in, kicking and screaming until they could get theirpowers under control. He'd been there, done that with the control thing, and bythe time he'd hit the all-too-volatile teen years, complete with raginghormones and plenty of testosterone, he'd gotten it. He knew, for the mostpart, how to keep his temper in check and, more importantly, the reasoningbehind the why.

The next years found him learning to temper his...temper,so he could use his power to help, not hurt. Because that's what ACRO agents did-theyhelped to save the world, thanks to their blend of extraordinary gifts.

Some could control the weather. Others could communicatewith animals, some with ghosts, and there was a small army of men-excedosapiens-whohad superstrength or -speed.

ACRO was a pretty cool organization that assisted thegovernment in saving the world from evil-and from Itor Corp, its most dangerousenemy to date.

Dangerous not just because of its self-serving, take-over-the-worldgoals, but because of the operatives it employed. Operatives like Stryker'scurrent target. Phoebe was the fiery bitch and her alter identity was the icyone; from what little information ACRO had been able to gather, it seemed thatthe icy personality was the more vulnerable of the two.

Stryker had seen that firsthand, would wake nightly fromthe same recurrent nightmare that played out as it had in real life in thejungle, with the icy personality pleading with him for her life-but he refusedto let his resolve down.

He would kill her as soon as he got the chance, becausehis nightmares about the smell of burning flesh, and Akbar's screams of pain,were just as vivid.

"Can I get you another espresso?" The youngwaitress, dark and curvy, was asking, before peering into his eyes. "I'msorry, signor, I don't mean to stare, but your eyes-they look like...akaleidoscope."

He nodded, had heard that before. His eyes weredifferent, just like he was, crystal clear with a hint of blue and green, butthe rest of him was classic all-American-blond, lean, and tall. "I'm allset here."

He stood to leave, ignoring the woman's continuing gaze,and that's when he felt it. A chill passed through the air, as if someone hadpoured ice down his back. But when he raised his head, he noted he wasn't theonly one feeling the effects.

Spring had just hit and Rome was brimming with tourists.Although March in Italy was always iffy weather-wise, Stryker knew this suddenchill had nothing at all to do with Mother Nature.

And still, his body responded as if a major earthquakewas about to happen. A pull that got him up and moving fast, hands jammed inhis pockets to hide his sudden arousal.

He did not want to get closer to that bitch-not likethis, had not thought through the fact that her powers could be a major turn-onto him. Mainly because he hadn't been affected at all the first time they'dmet. He didn't know if it was because of the horror of watching Akbar die, butthis was an unfortunate development neither he nor his trainers had considered.

Shit.

He hated her-did not want to need sex because of her. Hecursed her as he walked against the icy wind, taking in the icicles hanging offstorefronts and the hoarfrost coating windows. He knew he was close.

His gaze strayed upward, and he caught sight of a womanon a balcony, a blond woman who waved her arms wildly and was apparently havinga rather animated conversation with...herself.

It was the ice lady, and although he much preferred herto the one who shot fire, he had to stop both of them. ASAP.

Quickly but covertly, he stashed all but one of hisweapons and let himself into the secured building-illegally, of course-andheaded up the stairs to the third floor.

Her icy door knocker gave her apartment away, if the filmof frost on her door hadn't.

He drank the potion ACRO scientists had given him, theone that would render him immune to both of Phoebe's powers, albeit for only afew minutes, but it did nothing to stop his arousal. If anything, the saltyliquid seemed to heighten his sexual needs.

He cracked his fingers. He could control himself for afew minutes. That would be more than enough time.

Melanie Milan knew she'd just done something incrediblystupid, but at the moment, she was far too pissed off to care. She was sopissed, in fact, that if her apartment-or, more accurately, Phoebe's apartment-wereany higher than the third floor, she'd take a swan dive from the balcony justto teach her sister a lesson. A nice, long hospital stay would go a long way towardmaking Phoebe miserable.

All around her, the air had gone still. The mild Marchweather had taken a temporary vacation thanks to her temper tantrum, and on thestreets below, in probably a three-block radius, it was winter again, completewith frost and ice. Shivering, but from fury, not the cold, Melanie went backinside the apartment, which had also gone chilly, because her fit of anger hadstarted in the kitchen, where she'd found her pet goldfish impaled on the tinesof a fork.

The fish was Phoebe's handiwork, a punishment forsomething Melanie wasn't even aware of yet. And now, because she'd just drainedthe battery on their special powers, Phoebe would devise another way to tortureher.

She was so tired of this.

Cursing up a storm, she trudged to the bathroom where,sure enough, there was a note taped to the mirror-one of three methods ofcommunication she used with Phoebe.

You stupid, lazy cow. You know I hate to find dishes inthe sink. How many times do I have to tell you to make sure the kitchen isclean? And do the fucking laundry today. I want my favorite jeans to be cleanand pressed.

Melanie's hands shook as she ripped the note in half andtossed it into the garbage. She was sick of being Phoebe's slave, sick of beingabused, and sick of the face tha...

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