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 desire to turn their dream trysts into reality is nearly impossible to ignore.
Three things stand in their way: Ian’s crazy and chained to a bed. He’s got secrets that might destroy them both. And 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. Or love.
In the slice of a moment, Ian Callahan lost everything he cared about. Chained and abandoned, he awakens on the edge of insanity. One thing brings him back—the touch of a lover he’s only seen in his dreams.
The ravenous beast within Ian craves Tegan, but the curse she carries prevents him from taking everything she has to offer. And that’s…not acceptable. Tegan needs him as much as he needs her. They’re two halves of a whole who will wither and die without each other, and it’s not a pretty way to go. Ian knows that firsthand.
That leaves Ian only one option. He needs to claim Tegan and never, ever let her go.
Buckle up and get ready for a wild and hot ride with twists, turns, and Underworld intrigue. Download the story today that changes the Devil’s outlook on love and teaches him a thing or two about trust.
Ian and Tegan’s story has a guaranteed happily ever after with no cheating.
“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.” — RT Book Reviews
“…intriguing and original” — The Library Journal on the Wild Hunt series
This book was previously released.
Paranormal Romance: Fae & Demon
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3rd person, dual POV in past tense
Copyright © 2016 by Nancy Corrigan All Rights Are Reserved.
Ian Callahan panted through the rage gripping him. Something had caught his attention. He closed his eyes, blocking out the view of the rock-carved walls of his cell, and listened. The sound of a heartbeat reached his ears. It raced. So did his. Excitement fed his heart’s rapid cadence. He hadn’t been able to focus on anything beyond the wrath consuming him in days, weeks maybe. He’d lost track of how long he’d been chained spread-eagle to his bed.
He sucked in a deep breath, desperate to hold on to the awareness the person’s presence offered. The rich scent of vanilla drugged him. He moaned, or tried to, at the very least, but his roughened voice garbled the sound. The feeling behind it remained the same. He recognized the fragrance. It was her.
His dream lover.
She’d returned in his worst hour, to tempt him. Arouse him. Make him beg.
The brown-eyed minx had ruined him. In all the years she’d visited him, she never fulfilled her wicked promises. Never gave him relief. She always disappeared before he could explode. She’d made him question his sanity and his sexuality. A growl crawled up his throat, even as blood rushed south, thickening his dick. It tented his shorts.
He groaned. His cock was so damn hard. Thinking about her always aroused him. Chained to the bed, he couldn’t even jerk off. He yanked on the chains and snarled.
Her gasp carried over his angry sounds.
She watched him.
Did she want him too? He waited for the door to open, for her to come to him. Seconds passed with only her quickened heartbeat betraying her interest. He dragged in more vanilla-scented air but couldn’t pick up on her arousal. 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 a bastard like him would 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.