Today I’m happy to welcome Nancy Corrigan to the blog with her newest book, Hunter Betrayed. When I asked her to do a post about her story world, I totally never expected to learn such a crazy thing ever existed! Read on…
Modernizing a Mythological Creature, the Redcaps ( @Nancy_Corrigan )
My new series, Wild Hunt, is a sexy take on the Wild Hunt myth. It’s an epic tale of love and the battle between good and evil. In this world, the good guys are the Huntsmen and the bad are the creatures of the Unseelie Dark Court.
So who are the monsters of the Unseelie Fairy Court?
Meet the Redcaps…
In folklore, Redcaps are malevolent creatures who must murder regularly or else they’ll die. WOW! That was my first thought when I started researching them. My mind took all the other details I’d learned about them and I gave them life and a purpose in my new world of the Huntsmen.
In the Wild Hunt series, they’re humans who’ve sold their souls to a fairy master in exchange for power and immortality. They retain their personality and act as their fairy master’s right-hand man. Their new position doesn’t come without cost, however. They must kill regularly and soak their gauze cap, their tie to the fairy master, with their victim’s fear-laced blood. If it dries out, they die. Because of this requirement, they are perfect candidates for modern day serial killers.
Raul, the Redcap in Hunter Betrayed, is serial killer whose signature murder is one that haunts Harley’s dreams. He’s not alone, though. There are dozens of redcaps waiting to take his place. As Arawn, Lord of the Underworld, says, ‘One man cannot rid the world of evil.” And he’s right, but maybe his Hunters can.
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by Nancy Corrigan
Wild Hunt, Book 1
Tainted from birth, Harley lives a life cloaked in darkness and temptation. She resists the lure of her evil legacy by holding the memory of her ghostly savior close. Every night without him is agony. She fantasizes about him and yearns for his body, but he’s not the protector or lover she’s envisioned. He’s a Hunter bred to eliminate her kind. He’s also her only hope of salvation.
Calan, the leader of the Wild Hunt, was created to protect mankind from the Unseelie Court. For a millennium, he’s sacrificed to ensure the horrid creatures remain in the Underworld, but his strength wanes. He must rely on his enemy’s daughter to save him, but he doesn’t expect the intensity of their lust or love. Her touch calms his wild nature and ignites his carnal desires. He’ll risk all to save her, but doing so forces him to make the ultimate sacrifice, one that’ll damn him to suffer forever in his own living hell.
A Romantica® Paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
She swiped her thumb over the slit already glistening with pre-cum. His warning turned into a moan. Liking the sound, she bent and kissed the swollen head. His flavor hit her. A shuddered breath escaped. He tasted as smoky and rich as his scent implied. She licked, suckled and teased more of his essence from him. The moans reaching her ears were hers, but the curses belonged to Calan.
Hands in her curls, he urged her closer. The silent demand reflected her wants. She opened her mouth and drew him in deep, as far as she could. She groaned around the thick cock stretching her lips. The unique flavor of her Huntsman had the potential to intoxicate her. Already lightheadedness threatened. She grabbed his thighs to steady her swaying body. Poised above him, she had him right where she wanted him. She wouldn’t let the opportunity pass.
She curled her tongue around him, licking the head she held grasped in her mouth. Another swirl and more of his smoked and rich flavor overloaded her senses. The demand for more echoing in her head mirrored the controlled lift of his hips. She widened her lips and sucked until he hit the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, something she’d never experienced before, but no man she’d ever had in this position had been as large as Calan.
Slow deep breaths through her nose eased the automatic response to the thick cock lodged deep.
He massaged her scalp. “That feels good, but ease back, angel. I’m too much for you. Don’t want to hurt you.”
Not if she could help it. She wrapped her hand over the length of his erection and stroked from its base to where her lips held him. His groan encouraged her and she fisted him, working the section of his exposed cock. More involuntary thrusts and more of his delicious smoked taste flooded her mouth. The muscles of her throat relaxed. With the next push of his hips, she swallowed him.
Her eyelids fluttered on a guttural moan.
So. Damn. Good.
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She resides in Pennsylvania with her husband and three children. When she’s not weaving sizzling fantasies, she works as a chemist in a pharmaceutical lab.
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