riding the storm by Sydney Croft

Author:Sydney Croft
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bantam Dell

Creed had thought about pushing it, about grabbing Annika and pulling her back toward him, and he almost did. She did want him—he could tell by the way she'd licked her bottom lip when she'd looked at him, by the way her nipples had still been hard beneath the thin cotton of her T-shirt. And he'd never, ever been able to experience his own pleasure unless he brought himself to orgasm. The idea that maybe the one woman he most wanted was the one who could break this spell Kat had him in was enough to make him weak-kneed. Again.

But when the floor beneath his feet had begun to vibrate with an intensity he knew could neither be good nor related to sex, he moved away from the wall and closer to her to let whatever was pushing through know that Annika was off-limits.

He had enough trouble with flesh-and-blood men wanting Annika, he wasn't about to let a ghost take him down. At least not a ghost he didn't know. His own spirit would be the biggest obstacle, but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.

"What's going on?" she asked, and he noted that she'd instinctively moved closer to him. At her words, the entire house seemed to shudder, and a loud crash emanated from upstairs.

Annika moved on reflex to pull her gun, and then realized what she'd done. She reholstered it quickly. "Maybe we should get out of here."

"Yeah, well, there's one problem with that plan. We're trapped here," he said, and the ghost slammed a picture off the wall in the foyer as if to confirm what he said was true.

Still, she looked at Creed in disbelief and marched over to the front door as if she'd had it—both with this house and with him. And as much as he would've loved to have been wrong and have the door open when she touched it, he knew it wouldn't.

She tugged and then played with the lock before tugging again. Then she threw him a look over her shoulder.

"Why aren't you talking to it?" she asked as she walked over to try a window. Same deal.

"I'm waiting on Quaty to come back—she helps me to communicate. That's why this ghost is frustrated—it's trying to reveal something to me, but I can't understand much of what it's saying." Kat had hightailed it out of there after his nap, pissed as hell at him for watching Annika in the shower but also spooked from the house's ghost. Which was never a good sign, because Kat was rarely afraid of anything. Even the blow job didn't bring her back. No, he'd need something bigger.

"I thought the Bell Witch's name was Kate Betts," she said, and for a second he wondered why Annika would bother having researched the Bell Witch.

"That's a rumor," he scoffed. "And completely wrong. The sprit's name is Quaty, but everyone who heard it misinterpreted it and thought she said Katie instead."

"But I've heard you call her Kat."

"I do that because it pisses her off.

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