Nancy
Corrigan
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
(PG-13)
“Wh-who are y-you? What…” She focused on where his chest should
be. He glanced down and saw the ground, not his body or even a ghostly
apparition. “What are you? A g-ghost?”
“Not a ghost. I’m alive. I’m just not here.”
He stretched an invisible hand out… and touched her cheek. The
surprise in connecting with her in a tangible manner nearly pulled him away
from her. With mental fingers, he tugged her closer. He wouldn’t lose her.
Not
now, not ever.
He slid a hand to her bottom and pressed her body flush to his.
The cushion of her breasts stirred his lusts. His erection thickened in
response to her nearness. Impossible, so he would’ve thought.
The half-breed fairy in his arms would one day become his enemy.
A child of Dahm, she carried the chaotic taint he’d willingly invited into his
body. It should’ve begun to corrupt her, turning her into a monster too. Yet…it
hadn’t. Why?
Calan tipped her head back. Her dark blue eyes captivated him.
Fear shown in them. After a moment, a desire to match his flared. He skimmed
his fingertips over the contours of her angelic face. Possessiveness rose
within him and mixed with an intense need to protect her. She was special. He
sensed it, but didn’t have time to explore it.
“You
need to run. You cannot allow them to steal the goodness you’ve managed to
retain.” Because it belonged to him. So too did the female. He would claim both
and she would be the one to free him.
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Nancy Corrigan: I'm a lover of coffee, tattoos, all things spooky and scary. I believe in writing epic tales of love that take my readers on an erotic, romantic and fantasy-filled journey of finding a happily-ever-after. I'm also a wife, mother of three and a chemist with an over-active imagination.
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2 comments:
Thanks so much for hosting me!!
~Nancy
You're very welcome, Nancy. Good luck with your new release. The book looks and sounds HOT!
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