Wild Hunt, Book 1
Tainted
from birth, Harley lives a life cloaked in darkness and temptation. She resists
the lure of her evil legacy by holding the memory of her ghostly savior close. Every
night without him is agony. She fantasizes about him and yearns for his body,
but he’s not the protector or lover she’s envisioned. He’s a Hunter bred to
eliminate her kind. He’s also her only hope of salvation.
Calan, the
leader of the Wild Hunt, was created to protect mankind from the Unseelie
Court. For a millennium, he’s sacrificed to ensure the horrid creatures remain
in the Underworld, but his strength wanes. He must rely on his enemy’s daughter
to save him, but he doesn’t expect the intensity of their lust or love. Her
touch calms his wild nature and ignites his carnal desires. He’ll risk all to save
her, but doing so forces him to make the ultimate sacrifice, one that’ll damn
him to suffer forever in his own living hell.
A Romantica® Paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt:
“I’ve fantasized about you for years and this…” She pressed her
fingertips to his cheek. “This face is more captivating than any I could’ve
imagined.”
The rightness he’d experienced nine years ago returned, stronger
than before. He wanted Harley and he’d have her. “Kiss me.”
She shook her head.
“Harley.” He waited until she met his gaze. “Kiss me.”
Hesitantly, she pressed her mouth to his. He nudged at the seam
of her lips with his tongue. She parted them and he slipped inside. Her flavor
hit him. She tasted of candy, a delectable treat he could easily become
addicted to. He moaned and kissed her harder. After a long moment where he led
her into passion, she dug her fingers into his hair, grabbing sections of the
short strands and tugging him closer.
He took control of the kiss, needing her wild. She’d beg for his
manhood to fill her dripping center. He wouldn’t settle for anything else.
Their teeth banged as the melding of their mouths grew wicked. He swallowed her
moans and fed her his. Quicker, deeper he stroked his tongue with hers. She
tightened her grip on his hair. Her nails bit into his scalp. The sting pushed
his lusts higher.
More. By the gods, more. He nipped at her lips. Blood flavored
the kiss, blood that held the tang of pure chaos. It was her taint, a curse
from her father and the reason she was turning into a monster.
He turned his head, breaking the kiss. The evidence of the stain
working its way through her body and soul, infecting her slowly and steadily,
killed his runaway desire.
She eased back. The weight of her stare forced his lids open.
Tears welled in her eyes, yet her expression remained neutral. “You can taste
it, can’t you? It’s not just me.”
Author Bio
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Nancy Corrigan believes in unending love and epic tales with
a paranormal flare. She enjoys transcending the boundaries of reality to take
her readers on an erotic, emotional and romantic journey.
She resides in Pennsylvania with her husband and three
children. When she’s not weaving sizzling fantasies, she works as a chemist in
a pharmaceutical lab.
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