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
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.
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.”
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.”
“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.”
Releases SEPTEMBER 3, 2014
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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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