Cursed
Wild Hunt, book 2Dating a demigod is dangerous business, especially when your boyfriend is hungry for more than your love.
Full description:
It’s tough being the devil’s daughter. Add in the fact that I’m the top female rider in the Wild Hunt and it’s impossible to find a nice guy. My demon dogs and my ghostly horse intimidate most men. Even if they accept my demonic pets, my monstrous side sends them running.
It’s no wonder I fell in love with a figment of my imagination. And when Ian turns out to be the newest Huntsman to join our nightly search for all the nasties who snuck out of Hell, I couldn’t wait to turn our dream trysts into reality.
But love is hard. And I’m not the most forgiving woman. Ian has secrets that could destroy us both. A few kisses won't make our issues or the curse hanging over my head go away.
No matter what I do, Ian won’t let me go. He’s my fantasy come to life. I only hope we can navigate the unseen threats and the underworld politics threating to tear us apart before it's too late.
- ISBN e-book = 978-1-953075-07-9
- ASIN e-book = B0C2W424YW
- Publisher = Cherokee House Publishing
- Author = Nancy Corrigan
- Genre = Paranormal Romance (Fiction)
- Originally 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.
