[BookStrand Paranormal Romance, Fantasy]
His curse brings love and heartache. . .
The moment Shaye sees Moira, he is sure she will break his two hundred-year-old curse. It doesn't take long for Shaye to fall in love with this magnificent human woman, but proving his love is more difficult.
Moira is piecing her broken heart and broken life together when Shaye storms in and whisks her away on a fairytale adventure. Accepting his mythological nature--half human, half faerie--is disturbingly easy. Accepting his promise of forever seems ludicrous, as much as her heart beats to believe in him.
Daeanna is the daughter of Dagda, king of the Tuatha de Danann, and she is hell-bent on keeping what is rightfully hers: Shaye. Rejecting any possibility that Moira might be his true soul mate, Daeanna is determined to keep them apart...whatever the cost.
Love has never been so powerful, greed never so hideous. In worlds infused with beauty, magic and peace, can nightmares be banished and deceit be justified? Can love truly conquer all?
A BookStrand Mainstream Romance
4 BLUE RIBBONS: "Kara Wills blends together two worlds beautifully. The connection built between Shaye and Moira, and the devotion he shows to her is breathtaking. Her secondary characters are also quite charming and I found myself wanting to learn more about them as well. Forbidden Heart takes you to a realm where magic, fairies, and faes coexist with the world as we know it. It is an enchanting read that no fantasy lover will want to forgo." -- Pamela Denise, Romance Junkies
4 BOOKS: "This is a fairy tale in the truest sense of the word This is a touching, magical love story with characters to really root for and care about. The secondary characters are engaging and the chemistry between Shaye and Moira is genuine and emotional. Chase will steal your heart, and Princess Daeanna is a villainess in the truest sense of the word. There are many twists and turns in this tale. The reader cant assume anything. Even good-guy-bad-guy lines get blurred occasionally, but the surprises are rational & well thought out...I absolutely had to get to the end. The author does not disappoint there. Just like a true fairy tale and they lived happily ever after, The End. (Close to Disney music.) I would definitely read more of this author." -- Heather, Long and Short Reviews
“I will learn everything about you,” he breathed. Moira felt her back press into a solid structure just as his hands cupped her bottom and lifted her from her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the shift of her body forcing her mouth from his. In their brief intermission, Moira glimpsed a sincere-and entire-passion that surfaced from an untouchable place in his spirit. She smoothed back his hair, the mist of dark colors entwining in his eyes, drawing her into him. His body secured her against the wall as his hand tilted her chin and his mouth claimed her throat breaths feverish, lips lava hot. His fingers hooked on the V of her shirt. Moira’s head fell to the side, her muscles weak, her body thrumming to be sated as he tortured her with his seduction.
“Each succulent curve.”
Moira wasn’t sure if he spoke, or if she imagined the molten heat of his voice in her mind. She barely felt her shirt loosen as he unfastened the hooks. She lost herself in him. Fighting only proved useless. No defenses could possibly protect her from this being. No. She belonged to him tonight.
“Each delicate hill and crevice.”
Her fingers dipped. She caught his shirt as his tongue traced her pulsating jugular. She stumbled to unbutton his shirt, her hands trembling and light.
“Mmm, your skin is lovely,” Shaye murmured. He lifted his mouth from her throat and slipped both hands beneath her bottom. A dark smile crossed his moist lips. Moira’s gaze dropped to his open shirt. Her mouth dried and her heart stopped. Sweet Jesus. She stared at a sculpted body unlike she’d ever seen before. Abs a rock-hard washboard, chest carved and curved in the most amazing formation. Her fingertips traced his solid form, the shallow valley between each pec, along the rope of his obliques to where her legs held fast to him. When she lifted her eyes to his, a defeated breath escaped her.
“You intend to seduce me,” she whispered. The prospect of making love to this man, knowing him only a handful of days, frightened her as much as it excited her. But, her eyes beheld a figure she never wanted to let go. If he took her, she would surely ache when he left.
“No, mo chroi. I intend to explore what I have been imagining hides beneath this clothing of yours. I remain true to my word. You wish for us to take it slow.” Shaye’s eyes narrowed heatedly. “I assure you. I will take it exceedingly slow.”
Moira’s face seethed with his promise.
“My sweet Moira.” Shaye pulled her away from the wall at the same time he covered her mouth with his.
They moved until she felt him lower her into clouds of satin and silk. The strength of his body hovered over her, his fingers releasing the last hooks of her shirt. His hand cupped one of her aching breasts and a soft growl rumbled through him. She felt his body rest beside her, his kisses trailing over her chin and her neck. His head lifted from her and his scorching gaze followed his hand as he traced each breast, each nipple. His sole attention on her body brought her blood to a boil.
Shaye drew a finger over the valley between her breasts.
“Just how I imagined,” he whispered. His hair caped over her exposed skin as he dipped his head and brought her left breast into the haven of his mouth. Moira’s head dropped back and she moaned, her body tingling beneath his skillful suckling. Her fingers grappled in his cool mane of hair. Her nerves reacted to each caress, vibrantly aware of his hands, and her body arched when he slipped his hand beneath the waist of her skirt. His leg curled around hers as he drew her legs open. His palm rubbed over her throbbing center, and the small motion forced a whimper from her throat. Shaye’s teeth brushed against her nipple, sending erotic chills straight through her.
“I feel how you need me.”