When dreams and reality collide, nothing—especially love—is what it seems.
Tegan, the top female rider in the Wild Hunt, has a penchant for falling in love with the wrong guys. First, an adulterer and murderer. Now, a figment of her imagination.
But when her dream lover turns out to be Ian, the newest Huntsman, the compulsion to turn their dream trysts into reality is impossible to ignore.
Three things stand in their way: Ian’s locked in a dungeon and chained to a bed. He’s got secrets that might destroy them both. And with a curse hanging over her head, she’s living on borrowed time.
But for a starving woman, even the illusion of love is enough. Until she realizes she can’t live without Ian.
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- ISBN e-book = 978-1-953075-07-9
- ASIN e-book = B0B2FSZ2HW
- Series = Wild Hunt
- # in Series = 2
- Publisher = Cherokee House Publishing
- Author = Nancy Corrigan
- Genre = Paranormal Fae and Demon Romance (Fiction)
- Previously released as: Hunter Forsaken
With underworld intrigue, a daring rescue of innocents from the fairy realm and a demon-fueled plot twist, there’s a lot of action, but at its heart, this is a story about the redemptive power of love. Strong-willed and determined, Ian matches Tegan’s fire, making for a red-hot connection in this passionate and emotional paranormal adventure.
This was a great book that had me hooked from the beginning. Nancy Corrigan is great at telling theses stories with such detail that you feel like you are in the book.
He waited for the door to open, for her to come to him. Seconds passed with only her quickened heartbeat betraying her. He dragged in more vanilla-scented air but couldn't pick up on her emotions. She wasn't close enough, and his Huntsman's sense of smell confused him more often than not. It was too new, much like the emotion that had landed him in Hell.
"Angel?" He didn't care how she'd teased him before, or if she continued to do so. He needed her. "Come to me."
He held his breath.
The clunk of boots answered him, each thump fading in volume.
"No! Don't leave me."
But she did. She abandoned him. Again.
"Forsaken, always forsaken."
Her love, her passion, her soul—it belonged to him. How? Why? He didn't know. The truth remained. She was his heaven, the only one he'd ever find, yet he feared she'd always remain just out of reach.
He roared his frustration and gave himself over to the rage consuming him.