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 on the stone flags. Had her stomach churned before, it spun like a top now. As for her head it sweated so the room danced cartwheels. She had to close her eyes to blot it out.


It was four days since blazing beacons had been spotted from the pass. Till then agony. Since then? Silence. So the room, here at Meg's, wasn't the only thing that cartwheeled. Dug and Fallon had shot across the floor and out of the door.


Kara wouldn't be nearly trampled to death for no good reason. It could only mean one thing. Finally, Big Murdie had just spotted more than a blazing beacon.


She jerked up her chin. Meg. Standing at the door in a flowing emerald gown.


"I--I'm coming. Just give me a minute."


A minute? What a joke. Curse herself to hell. What was wrong with her she couldn't get up from here?Who and what would be coming down the long path to Meg's, waited for her. 


Chapter 60