It’s hard to kill your target...
when she shares your soul.
Harley always knew she was a little different.
But when the corrupted Faerie Court terrorizing the city starts calling her their Queen, a line must be drawn.
She can't be evil and be in love with a demon hunter who eliminates her kind. Something's got to give. Except Calan refuses to lose her to the darkness. She only has to stay alive long enough for Calan to claim her.
But living as a monster in a human’s world is hard. Especially when being bad is oh so tempting…
Includes the prologue to the series, Sacrificed.
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- ISBN e-book = 978-1-953075-05-5
- ASIN e-book = B0B2G4F4ZP
- Series = Wild Hunt
- # in Series = 1
- Publisher = Cherokee House Publishing
- Author = Nancy Corrigan
- Genre = Paranormal Fae and Demon Romance (Fiction)
- Previously released as: Sacrificed and Betrayed
...intriguing and original
Intense chemistry between the hero and heroine adds a sexy spark to this unique take on demon and fae mythology.
This book was SO good! I didn’t want to stop reading! There are so many surprises and the suspense is maddening! The romance is HOT!! A must read for sure!!
"You must return to me so I can finish our bond. Do you promise?"
"Yes." The agreement came out of her mouth without thought.
"Good. I'll be waiting for you."
"Why are you helping me?"
"Because I broke a promise once. I want to fulfill it." He brushed his finger over her cheek. "With you."
He stepped away from her.
Fear choked her with the loss of his touch. She grabbed his hand, not wanting to lose the comfort he'd given. "Don't leave me. I'm scared. I don't want to be alone."
"You'll never be alone again." He closed his eyes. "You're mine."
"What do you...?"
More roars and grunts carried through the night, stopping her a second time.
"I'll explain more once you free me." He took several steps back. "Now, run."
"Free you from...?"
"Our time is up. You must go. Now!" His words came out in a rush, interrupting her a third time.
"Can't. Remember your vow. You must live for me, no matter what."
He disappeared on a puff of sulfur-scented air without answering her question. She scrunched her nose against the pungent odor. It overpowered his lingering scent and churned her gut. Confusion rushed up, but stark terror replaced it before she could process the odd encounter. The man who'd attacked her mom stepped from the woods. Blood covered his hands and shirt.
She screamed a third time and backed up.
"Don't run from me, Harley." He held up his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm the one you've been waiting for. Didn't they tell you I was coming?"
His question froze her in place. "Who?"
He grinned, showing off his bloodstained, pointy teeth. "The angels, of course."
More flashes from her childhood dreams danced through her mind—majestic buildings, puffy white clouds, and the heart-stopping, beautiful faces of men who'd always wiped away her tears and sang of eternal love.
No. Can't be. She didn't want to believe it. "Angels?"
He dipped his head. A look of reverence chased the evil glint from his eyes. "Yes, angels. They've been watching over your soul for a millennium. It's finally time for you to accept your heritage."
His words mirrored those spoken in her dreams. "Which is?"
"You're one of us. The strongest of all."
"You're a little monster, Harley." Her mom's voice echoed in Harley's head. "But you need to be a good girl. Can you do that for me? Be a good girl?"
Her stomach dropped. She shook her head. "No. I'm not one of you."
"Yes, you are." He held his hand out to her. "Come here, and I'll help you unleash the power you hold."
She glanced from where blood dripped from his pointed nails to his face. She couldn't be like him. He was...
"You're a fairy." That was who her ghost man had warned about in those brief seconds he'd kissed her—the Unseelie Fairy Court. Her ghost hero hunted them and kept the world free of their tainted influence.
"I'm not a fairy. You are. And soon"—he swept his lust-hazed, hungry gaze over her—"you'll be mine."
She had the body of a goddess, but it was her eyes that stripped him raw. Seeing the dark, sensuous and turbulent blue orbs against her pale skin tore a groan from his throat. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. She licked her lips.
The fairies were known as the fair race because they were the most beautiful of all the nonhuman species. In the stories Calan had heard, Dar was described as the fairest of the males when he'd belonged to the Seelie Court. His transformation into Unseelie had changed him physically and mentally until his soul and body reflected the monster he'd become.
Calan hated the male but couldn't stop the wave of awe he felt in the presence of his nemesis's offspring. Yet, as much as Harley's physical presence affected him, the pureness that emanated from her attracted him more.
She'd remained pure...for the most part, at least.
"My God." She let out a nervous laugh. "You're gorgeous."
"No, not gorgeous. I was bred for war." He swept his hand down his chest. "This body is merely a reflection of what was required to fulfill my purpose."
"It's getting harder to resist, isn't it?" He repeated.
Obviously, he wasn't going to reveal anything else about her mother tonight. She took another retreating step. He followed her, keeping the distance between them the same. She froze.
"It's nothing I can't handle." With Calan's help, anyway.
"Dar doesn't think you'll last the week."
Hearing her father's name set her heart to racing. "He knows about me?"
"Oh yeah, he knows about you. He'll be coming for you soon. You are his favorite child." Raul grinned. "And he's giving you to me."