Hunter Betrayed
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
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(Releases SEPTEMBER 3, 2014)
Excerpt:
He released her hands and sat back so he knelt between her
thighs. Her attention shifted from the desire stamped on his face to the long
length of his erection molded by his pants.
“Touch it.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She pushed up, spreading her legs
with the move and exposing herself to him. The muttered curse and shaky breath
he released told her he liked the view. It pleased her but her focus centered
on the rigid cock she couldn’t wait to feel pierce her.
She skimmed her fingertips along his hidden penis. The thin
material covering it allowed her to make out the veins and the ridge around the
head. She rubbed her thumb over the damp tip. Oh yeah, she wasn’t the only one
drowning in lust. A few strokes, the tightness of her throat and he’d erupt.
The thought stirred her needs. She pressed her tongue to the
roof of her mouth and gripped the leather strap around his waist. It would feel
so good to have his silken-steel cock slide over her tongue. She tugged the
cord. It didn’t budge.
He grasped her wrist. “You can’t pleasure me.”
“Why not?”
A sigh fell from his lips. “I’m not really here, Harley. I
merely wanted you to feel what the sight of your body has done to me.”
“But—”
“You’ve connected with me and brought my image close. I’ve
filled it with life, but it’s draining to hold onto the solid shape. I won’t be
able to maintain it much longer, nor can I change it from the one I hold back
in my prison.”
She sat back on bent legs and sifted her fingers through his
hair. Silky, soft strands tickled her fingertips. She leaned close and pressed
her nose to the crook of his neck. His rich, woodsy scent filled her lungs. She
touched the tip her tongue to his skin. The flavor of salt and Calan ignited
her taste buds.
“You feel real.”
He mimicked her pose, hands in the mass of bouncy curls she
could never tame. “I am. I’m just not here. You left me alone in my own
personal hell.” He leaned closer and buried his face in her hair. “I’d always
thought my punishment the worst I could imagine. I was wrong. This, my flower,
is hell. Wanting you, needing you and not being able to love you.”
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.
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He released her hands and sat back so he knelt between her
thighs. Her attention shifted from the desire stamped on his face to the long
length of his erection molded by his pants.
“Touch it.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She pushed up, spreading her legs
with the move and exposing herself to him. The muttered curse and shaky breath
he released told her he liked the view. It pleased her but her focus centered
on the rigid cock she couldn’t wait to feel pierce her.
She skimmed her fingertips along his hidden penis. The thin
material covering it allowed her to make out the veins and the ridge around the
head. She rubbed her thumb over the damp tip. Oh yeah, she wasn’t the only one
drowning in lust. A few strokes, the tightness of her throat and he’d erupt.
The thought stirred her needs. She pressed her tongue to the
roof of her mouth and gripped the leather strap around his waist. It would feel
so good to have his silken-steel cock slide over her tongue. She tugged the
cord. It didn’t budge.
He grasped her wrist. “You can’t pleasure me.”
“Why not?”
A sigh fell from his lips. “I’m not really here, Harley. I
merely wanted you to feel what the sight of your body has done to me.”
“But—”
“You’ve connected with me and brought my image close. I’ve
filled it with life, but it’s draining to hold onto the solid shape. I won’t be
able to maintain it much longer, nor can I change it from the one I hold back
in my prison.”
She sat back on bent legs and sifted her fingers through his
hair. Silky, soft strands tickled her fingertips. She leaned close and pressed
her nose to the crook of his neck. His rich, woodsy scent filled her lungs. She
touched the tip her tongue to his skin. The flavor of salt and Calan ignited
her taste buds.
“You feel real.”
He mimicked her pose, hands in the mass of bouncy curls she
could never tame. “I am. I’m just not here. You left me alone in my own
personal hell.” He leaned closer and buried his face in her hair. “I’d always
thought my punishment the worst I could imagine. I was wrong. This, my flower,
is hell. Wanting you, needing you and not being able to love you.”
Author Bio
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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