Cyclone
Janie Crouch
Linear Tactical Book 1
September 25, 2018
He’d protect her from any threat…
But what if the biggest threat is him?
Doctor Anne Nichols is back in Oak Creek, Wyoming, only because she has no other options. Here, she was always the shy, stuttering girl, invisible to everyone.
Except Zac Mackay. The very reason she left in the first place.
Zac’s years in Special Forces taught him survival skills, and he’s created a company—Linear Tactical—to teach those skills to others, so they never have to live in fear.
Then why is Annie, the last person he’d ever want to hurt, afraid of him?
Zac’s determined to wipe the fear from the eyes of the woman who has never been far from his mind. And fix the mistakes—his mistakes—that put that look there in the first place.
But a predator has set his sights on Annie. And now survival skills will become much more than lessons.
EXCERPT
“What do you remember?” She forced the words past a throat that seemed to have dried up.
His hand moved to the back of his neck. “Honestly, not much at all. It’s sort of a blur.”
She retreated a step from him again. That night had been the most important night of her life. The best. The worst. It had changed the very fabric of her being.
And it was *sort of a blur* for him.
***
He pulled her hands up and placed them on the wall above her head. “Leave them right there,” he murmured against her neck.
He slid his nose along her jaw and hairline until he arrived at her ear. “I just want you to stand here and feel. There’s so many things I’m going to do to you, sweet Annie.”
***
“Only one rule,” he said against her lips. “Anything makes you nervous, brings back bad memories—you tell me right away. You don’t try to power through anything. We go as slow as you need.”
***
Damn it, this wasn’t what he wanted. He owed her more. Better. He had planned to make this first time last for hours, but now he just wanted to devour her.
Where was all that famous Cyclone self-control? He’d stayed on task in the Special Forces even when bullets rained and explosions thundered close around him.
But this woman’s kiss blew his focus straight to hell.
“God, Annie.” His voice was so gritty he didn’t even recognize it. “I don’t even know if I can make it to the bed.”
Her hands slid down over his jeans and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer. “Then don’t.”
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