When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains alongside Mr Shey, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She firmly believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life. 

Shehanne caused general apoplexy when she penned her first story, The Hore House Mystery—aged seven. From there she progressed to writing plays for her classmates,  stories for her classmates, plays for real, comic book libraries for girls, various newspaper articles,  ghost writing, nonfiction writing, and magazine editing.  Stories for real were  what she really wanted to write though and, having met with every rejection going, she sat down one day to write a romance, her way.  

What hasn’t she worked at while pursuing her dream of becoming a published author? Shehanne still lives in Scotland, with her husband Mr Shey. She has two daughters. When not writing intriguing historical romance, where goals and desires of sassy, unconventional heroines and ruthless men, mean worlds collide, she plays the odd musical instrument and loves what in any other country, would not be defined, as hill-walking


HIS JUDAS BRIDE – SHEHANNE MOORE
Desiring her could be murder. 
To love, honor, and betray…
To get back her son, she will stop at nothing…

Dire circumstances have forced Kara McGurkie to forget she’s a woman. Dire circumstances force her to swear to love and honor, to help destroy a clan, when it means getting back her son. But when dire circumstances force her to seduce her fiancé’s brother on the eve of the wedding, will the dark secrets she holds and her greatest desire be enough to save her from his powerful allure?

To save his people, neither will he…

Since his wife’s murder, Callm McDunnagh, the Black Wolf of Lochalpin, ruthlessly guards heart and glen from dangerous intruders. But from the moment he first sees Kara he knows he must possess her, even though surrendering to his passion may prove the most dangerous risk of all.

She has nothing left to fear except love itself…

Now only Kara can decide what passion can save or destroy, and who will finally learn the truth of the words… Till death do us part.

His Judas Bride

As swiftly as a snake uncoiling, Callm jerked her aside. He was on his feet in two seconds flat, frantically dragging his plaid around his bare waist in a bid to cover himself the next. Jesus Christ, how the hell could he be caught like this? Where the hell were his men? More importantly, where were his boots?


"No' in there?" A voice swept in from the cave mouth. "Where is he then? I must speak with him. Out the way. I'll wait in there till I do."


Meg. He cursed foully beneath his breath. Holy God. For all Wee Murdie could fell three men with a single blow of his claymore he was no match for her.


"Shit. Son of a—give me that you damn bitch." He tried dragging a boot out of Dug's mouth. "Now. Get off, you damned cur."


"Callm, are ye there? Is that you? Callm?"


Maybe he could ignore her, but the sound of bone striking bone? How the hell could he hide in here and let his men be assaulted.


He gritted his teeth. "Hell. Why not come in?"


Chapter 31