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.
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She wanted him. God, she’d craved him for so long. Why had she walked away? He’d saved her, given her a piece of himself without asking for anything in return. No, that wasn’t quite true either. He’d asked for her to release him so he could make love to her.
Tears welled in her eyes, part from the pleasure building in her body but mostly from the emotion stripping her raw. He’d been hers since that fateful night.
Her salvation. Her dream lover. Her hope.
She stretched out on the thick comforter and thrust harder, faster. Spread wide, she worked herself to the point where her orgasm hovered just out of reach.
She added a third finger in an attempt to push herself over the edge. Her palm smacked her swollen lips. Her breathy moans filled the room. More, she needed more. With her free hand, she grabbed her breast. The rough squeeze did nothing. She pinched a nipple and arched her back on the whipping sparks skipping over her skin. Not enough. Dear god, it wasn’t enough. She needed…
His woodsy, campfire scent wafted around her. She dragged in a breath and filled her lungs with the air she suddenly had to have inside her. She’d die without it. The silken wrap he’d left on her heart and body pulsed with his heartbeat. It echoed inside her and mixed with hers until both raced in a rapid cadence. She squirmed over the soft blanket. Surrounded inside and out by silk, she tingled. Every inch of her sensitive body craved attention. She yearned for his touch, only his.
She choked on shaky sob. “Need you, Calan.”
The warmth of his breath on her cheek popped her eyelids open. A wavering image of his face hovered above her. The eyes she loved still showed a blurry band of darker blue around his pupil.
She reached for him. Her fingers scattered his image. “Don’t leave me.”
Never, my Harley. His form gained depth yet not dimension. She could see the wall behind him. Picture me and I can come to you for a little while.
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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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