A vow to the deadâŚthe mark of the HuntâŚa love with one chance to survive.
In the slice of a moment, Ian Callahan lost everything he cared aboutâa deed done by his own hand. He awakens on the edge of sanity, chained in his own personal hell. He is to be the newest rider in the Wild Hunt, if he can learn to control the rage and guilt that consume him.
ThenâŚa whiff of vanilla. The face of a lover heâs seen only in his dreams. He doesnât know her name, only that she stirs the hungry beast within him.
For a millennium, Tegan and her sibling riders of the Wild Hunt were imprisoned, suffering under a curse meant for the Unseelie Court. Though her body is free, she carries the curse with herâand the additional burden of finally knowing the name of her destined mate. A human named Ian Callahan.
Heâs her Trojan horse, the only one who can heal her heart. Just one last challenge stands in the way of claiming each other, once and for all. Failure means facing eternity the incomplete halves of a whole.
Warning: Contains a hero whoâs more than just the totalâŚpackage. And a daughter of the Underworld who thought she knew what Hell wasâŚuntil she fell in love. Boundaries of monogamy pushed, pulled, stretchedâbut never broken.
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She slid her fingers to the column of his neck. âHalf sister, yes. All the riders of the Hunt were fathered by Arawn.â She grinned, showing off straight white teeth. âBesides you, of course.â
He swallowed hard. The mention of the Lord of the Underworld put a whole new spin on Teganâs heritage. âYouâre a demigod.â
Not just any lesser god either. Sheâd been fathered by the black-skinned, winged creature heâd seen when he joined the Hunt. Arawnâs image had appeared inside his head, much like Teganâs had over the years theyâd visited each other. The sight of him hadnât bothered Ian. Knowing his dream lover carried Arawnâs genes did.
âYes, Iââ
âYou knew me before I joined the Hunt, didnât you?â He had to be sure sheâd participated in his dreams, that it wasnât only his imagination.
Her nostrils flared. âI donâtââ
âYes or no, Tegan. Have you invaded my dreams for the past three years?â Making me yearn for you?
She leaned over him. Inches from his face, she leveled a hard glare at him. âYes. We shared the same dream, but donât interrupt me. Ever. I donât like it.â
He filed the information away and dropped his attention from her irritated eyes to her lips. He licked his. No matter what other form she could take or who her parents were, she was still the woman whoâd made him question everything. He wanted to know why sheâd connected with him. Beyond that, he wasnât sure how he felt about knowing she was actually alive. He wavered between wanting to fuck her and punishing her for messing with his life.
âI know how you like to be touched. Loved.â He glanced into her eyes. The same look of smoldering desire sheâd worn for him whenever heâd connected with her darkened them. More black than brown, they captivated him. They had from the first moment heâd peered into them. âDonât I?â
âYou donât know anything about me, Ian.â
The animosity in her voice didnât match the scent of her arousal or her quickened heartbeat. He didnât understand where her anger was coming from.
âBut I want to. I want to know every detail.â Then and only then would he decide what to do about her. âKiss me.â
She bent closer but remained out of reach. Her breath heated his lips. Vanilla, the tempting and addicting scent heâd craved as much as the woman, invaded his lungs. He strained to close the slight distance. She remained out of reach.
He growled.
She pulled back with a grin plastered on her sultry mouth. âIs that my warning?â
Although still mainly human, the acceptance of the Huntsmanâs mark had altered certain aspects of his body. He acted more animal than man at times. The low rumbling deep in his chest proved it.
âYes.â He allowed another growl to trickle from his lips. âKiss. Me. Now.â
She skimmed her parted lips across his cheek. The simple touch rocked him. He froze. At his ear, she caught his earlobe between her teeth and tugged, tearing a rough sound from him.
âWeâre going to have to work on your obedience, Hunter Ian. You donât order me around. Thatâs my job.â
Her sultry voice tightened his balls. Her words, though, pissed him the fuck off. âBetween us, the only power you have over me is what I give you.â
She chuckled. âIs that so?â
âYes.â
She straightened and skimmed her heated gaze over him. His skin tingled under her focused perusal. With a single finger, she traced the length of his arm from shoulder to wrist.
She tapped the cuff locking him to the bed. âThese turn the tables, donât you think?â
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A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced thereâs a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you wonât find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto isâlove and people should never be forced to conform to anyoneâs norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as sheâs the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, sheâs married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.