A vow to the dead…the mark of the Hunt…a love with one chance to survive.
In the slice of a moment, Ian Callahan lost everything he cared about—a 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.
Then…a whiff of vanilla. The face of a lover he’s seen only in his dreams. He doesn’t 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 her—and the additional burden of finally knowing the name of her destined mate. A human named Ian Callahan.
He’s 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 who’s more than just the total…package. And a daughter of the Underworld who thought she knew what Hell was…until she fell in love. Boundaries of monogamy pushed, pulled, stretched—but never broken.
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“You’re Calan’s sister?”
She slid her fingers to the
column of his neck. “Half sister, yes. All the riders of the Hunt were fathered
by Arawn.” She grinned, showing off straight white teeth. “Besides you, of
course.”
He swallowed hard. The mention of
the Lord of the Underworld put a whole new spin on Tegan’s heritage. “You’re a
demigod.”
Not just any lesser god either.
She’d been fathered by the black-skinned, winged creature he’d seen when he
joined the Hunt. Arawn’s image had appeared inside his head, much like Tegan’s
had over the years they’d visited each other. The sight of him hadn’t bothered
Ian. Knowing his dream lover carried Arawn’s genes did.
“Yes, I—”
“You knew me before I joined the
Hunt, didn’t you?” He had to be sure she’d participated in his dreams, that it
wasn’t only his imagination.
Her nostrils flared. “I don’t—”
“Yes or no, Tegan. Have you
invaded my dreams for the past three years?” Making me yearn for you?
She leaned over him. Inches from
his face, she leveled a hard glare at him. “Yes. We shared the same dream, but
don’t interrupt me. Ever. I don’t like it.”
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 who’d made him question everything. He wanted to know why she’d
connected with him. Beyond that, he wasn’t 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.
“I know how you like to be
touched. Loved.” He glanced into her eyes. The same look of smoldering desire
she’d worn for him whenever he’d connected with her darkened them. More black
than brown, they captivated him. They had from the first moment he’d peered
into them. “Don’t I?”
“You don’t know anything about
me, Ian.”
The animosity in her voice didn’t
match the scent of her arousal or her quickened heartbeat. He didn’t understand
where her anger was coming from.
“But I want to. I want to know
every detail.” Then and only then would he decide what to do about her. “Kiss
me.”
She bent closer but remained out
of reach. Her breath heated his lips. Vanilla, the tempting and addicting scent
he’d 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. “Is that my warning?”
Although still mainly human, the
acceptance of the Huntsman’s 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.
“Yes.” He allowed another growl
to trickle from his lips. “Kiss. Me. Now.”
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.
“We’re going to have to work on
your obedience, Hunter Ian. You don’t order me around. That’s my job.”
Her sultry voice tightened his
balls. Her words, though, pissed him the fuck off. “Between us, the only power
you have over me is what I give you.”
She chuckled. “Is that so?”
“Yes.”
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. “These turn the tables, don’t you think?”
We first met Ian and Tegan in Hunter Sacrificed, where Ian is having doubts about getting married while having dreams about another woman who happens to be Tegan. Neither knows that the other is not just a figment of their imagination. When Ian is forced to kill his fiance and sees his sister Harley sacrifice herself, he gives into the rage of the Hunt. Tegan is the only one who can reach him, but is afraid to risk her feelings again after she was betrayed by the man she loved. Their desire and love cannot be denied, and they give into their attraction. Tegan will need to work through her trust issues in order to succeed in solving the challenge set by the triad and to save her mate. I loved the way Ian worked to gain Tegan's trust and her love, no matter what obstacles and objections he encountered. Secrets are revealed about some key players and I can't wait to see how the storyline continues!
I received an ARC for the purpose of an honest review. I was not compensated for this review, all conclusions are my own.
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A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t 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 is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s 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 she’s 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, she’s 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.
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