Hunter on a Moonless Night

By Elena Han

Lord Duinel only returns home once a year, when something savage rides across his lands under a moonless sky. He's resigned to the curse--until he meets Nimae, a young woman at ease in the stables and the woods. She intrigues him; she makes him laugh. And although she's been marked as the dark hunter’s next prey, Duinel's determined not to let her be taken.

Fantasy erotic romance of 8,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elena Han
• Release date: Mar 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301827596

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Hunter on a Moonless Night

by Elena Han

Hunter on a Moonless Night by Elena Han

Copyright © 2013 Elena Han

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Hunter on a Moonless Night

The knight rode into Morahan at sunset, and found waiting in the stables no grooms, only a young woman sitting with a distracted expression on her face as she studied something on her palm: seed pods, he saw, shaped like quails’ eggs. He coughed and she leapt to her feet, cheeks blazing scarlet.

My lord, she said, and although straw clung to her clothes and her hair was all askew, he noticed that she had kept hold of the seeds, which she slipped into a pocket. I’ll see to your horse.

I’ll stay to make sure he behaves. He doesn’t take well to most people. Kir, his stallion, snorted as though to agree.

But she came to Kir fearlessly, somehow both forthright and gentle in her manner. I know horses, my lord. She took something out of her other pocket—an apple—and cut out a thin slice with quick movements. Kir accepted her offering, and even tolerated her touch as she ran her hands down his legs and picked up his feet to check for stones.

I can see that you do, he said in wonder. What are you, one of the wood-fae, to so effortlessly charm animals?

He caught only a glimpse of her laughing eyes before she bent to brushing Kir’s hindquarters. No, my lord. I work in the stables; that’s all.

You weren’t here when I came last year.

She shook her head; more hair fell out of the hopeless, failing knot she’d made of it at her nape. He resisted the urge to pull the rest of it free. "I came to work here almost exactly a year ago, when I needed a place to keep Imri. She