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

Kara sat at the table by the smoking peat fire. Maybe, as Kendrick had just said,it was a pleasure to find so hospitable a place on so cold a morning, she wouldn't know. Not when the company rankled. So if he thought she was going to be in any way agreeable, let him keep a hold of her arm either,he'd a massive thought coming. She jerked her arm free. Sunk lower into the plaid, draped over her head and shoulders. 


To think she'd edged all the way along that gully, slipping out the way of the Wolf's patrols, only to be caught by this festering swine. 


A spittle-spraying swine too. All over her face. Every time he spoke. No wonder it gave her great pleasure to wipe it off deliberately under his nose. 


"You know, that's a very nice plaid you're wearing there, Kendrick. Very, very nice actually. McDunnagh, I believe by the looks of it. How old was the boy it belonged to?"


Chapter 37