Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks.
Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in
Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about
the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and
those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and
passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and
paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and
legend.
Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the
surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings
unfulfilled.
Book 1 in The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series
There is an on-going war between two breeds of immortal
warriors who carry human, vampire, and werewolf blood, the Cynn Cruor and the
Scatha Cruor. The Cynn Cruor wants to live in harmony with the human race. The
Scatha Cruor wants to enslave them. Finn Qualtrough, a Cynn Cruor warrior is on
a mission to find Dac Valerian, the leader of the Scatha Cruor responsible for
the deaths of many, including his parents. When he pursues three Scatha
warriors who can lead him to Dac, he happens upon a woman who awakens a desire
within Quinn to claim her as his own.
She is the very essence of his immortal life.
Eirene Spence is an insomniac and a computer genius who
loves walking in the park at midnight. She stumbles upon the Scatha Cruor and
is almost killed until a handsome stranger rescues her. His touch ignites a
hunger inside her that only he can satisfy.
He is her soul.
By some twist of fate, one of Eirene’s clients is Dac
Valerian. She is able to tell Finn and the rest of the Cynn Cruor where Dac is
hiding. Now Dac wants her dead.
Will Finn be able to keep Eirene alive and at the same time
fulfill his mission? Will Eirene’s wish to be part of Finn’s life come true
knowing that he is destined for someone else?
*Warning: intended for mature audiences 18+
Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B00ETBN6MA
Picking up where Book 1, Rapture at Midnight, left off –
Book 2 in “The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series”
When Roarke catches a glimpse of Deanna in Dac Valerian’s
club, he searches for her in the streets of Manchester just to prove that he
hasn’t lost his mind. He is unable to believe Deanna is alive when he’d buried
her himself nearly five hundred years before. But when Deanna turns up on the
street facing the Cynn Cruor’s headquarters, Roarke needs to know why she’s hid
herself from him all these years.
Knowing her secret can only destroy whatever feelings Roarke
has left for her, Deanna remains silent until circumstances force her to reveal
everything.
Hearts are broken on both sides, but Roarke and Deanna have
to work together if they are to find a way of ending Dac and the Scatha Cruor’s
power once and for all.
Desire rises and passions are rekindled.
Will their pursuit of Dac lead to another chance at
happiness?
Or will it forever tear them apart?
*Warning: Contains explicit content and graphic details. 18+
Audience
Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B00GH1BZQO
Forever at Midnight, Book 2 of the Cynn Cruor Bloodline
Series
Deanna’s whole body was on fire. Her hands cradled his rock
hard erection, moving up and down, teasing, gently twisting its length while
Roarke continued to plunder her mouth and tease her nipples.
She smiled against his mouth. Roarke lifted his head and looked
at her with lust burning in his eyes.
“I'm thirsty,” she said.
“You want to get a drink, now?”
She laughed softly at his confusion.
Then his mouth curved into a slow grin when she went down on
her knees. She heard his sharp and quick breathing as she continued to fist
him. She sighed in contentment as her hand moved up and down Roarke’s velvet
encased granite shaft.
“Do your worst, my lady,” he rasped, his hands running
through her hair.
“My worst, my lord?” She arched her brow. “Oh, my lord, I
intend to do my best.”
She gently fisted his glans before she flattened her tongue
to lick the underside up to his cock head. Her finger spread his pre-cum over
the tip before she licked, flicking her tongue against the tip. His flavour
exploded on her taste buds. He was huge. He was salty. And he was delicious.
She always had a penchant for anything Roarke.
She kept her eyes on Roarke, enjoying the play of emotions
on his face. She continued licking the underside, prolonging his wait. He
groaned and held on as she teased the thick vein on the underside of his rod.
As she reached the base, she opened her mouth wider and drew his balls into the
wet haven of her mouth. Her lips sucked while her tongue laved. Roarke threw
his head back, a guttural sound emitting from inside his chest. He looked back
down.
“You torment me, my lady.”
She fluttered her lashes and grinned, before she stiffened
her tongue. If lust could get any hotter, it was in Roarke's golden eyes. She’d
never felt this kind of power over a man.
It was very humbling.
Roarke's breathing came in gasps the closer her tongue got
to his cock head. Then as though teetering close to the precipice, she slowly
raised on her knees, her eyes still on Roarke before she enveloped as much of
his entire shaft into her warm mouth as she could.
Roarke groaned loudly in pleasure.
Her heart felt like it was bursting from her chest. Her
mouth and tongue revelled at the feel of Roarke's penis as she pampered him. Up
and down. Sucking. Licking. Laving. The feel of his shaft's skin against her
mouth's inner walls was exquisite. She relaxed her throat to take him as deep
as she could. She closed her eyes and hummed.
“Deanna!”
She could feel he was close to the edge. Bobbing her head
faster, in concert with her fist pumps, she sought to please Roarke in every
way she could, rolling his tightening sac with the other hand, loving the
groans coming from deep in his chest. Her forefinger slowly inched underneath
the sac and she pressed on his perineum.
“Deanna! Oh, fuck!”
With a guttural shout Roarke erupted inside her mouth.
She closed her eyes as pleasure washed over her. She
swallowed his essence, milking him for all he was worth. Her mouth continued
moving up and down, even as Roarke buckled in front of her. Even on his knees,
her mouth was still on him.
“Deanna.” His voice was strangled as he removed her from his
overly sensitive shaft. He lifted her face and gave her a long hard kiss. She
moaned against his mouth, letting him taste himself on her tongue. “Now, that’s
one sexy way of feeding me.”
“Hhmmmm...” she purred before she sat on her feet. Her arms
loosely encircled his neck as he kissed a trail to the sensitive spot behind
her ear and down the column of her throat. “You really have to go, Roarke.”
“Deanna.”
Graeme Temple is nearly killed during the Cynn Cruors’ siege
of Dac Valerian’s fortress on the Isle of Man, when he takes a silver bullet
intended for his Dux, Roarke Hamilton. While on the mend, Graeme meets Kate
Corrigan, a woman who enkindles his lust, his desire to possess, his need to
protect. It is Kate who gives him a reason to be a better person than he was
before.
Kate is an investigative journalist who has been following a
local councilman she believes is involved in human trafficking. When she meets
Graeme one rainy day, the attraction she feels toward him is something she
longs for but refuses to have. Kate is about to expose the councilman when her
friends are kidnapped to silence her. But she refuses to let go. Knowing that
the councilman can wield his extensive influence over the police, she looks for
help from outside.
Graeme.
Thrown together, their attraction for each other becomes a
passionate conflagration that will not leave them unscathed.
But not all is cut and dried. Graeme finds out that the
person Kate is after is the very person he has been searching for, for
centuries. A great sacrifice is made that can break them apart. Will the
feelings they have for each other be more than enough to get them through this
storm? Will Graeme be a better man when this debacle is over, and will he be
the man to break through the walls of Kate’s heart?
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Midnight's Atonement, Book 3 of the Cynn Cruor Bloodline
Series
Kate rolled her eyes good-naturedly. And that’s when she
felt she was being watched. Could it be the sexy stranger? She looked at the
counter but she couldn’t see him. She turned back to nurse her drink, the
feeling not leaving her. It wasn’t the feeling she got when she was being
stalked. It felt more like the protective yet sensual kind, a whisper of a
touch against her skin. Her spine suddenly tingled with an awareness which sent
signals down to her core, causing the nub inside her sex’s folds to throb in
tandem with her heartbeat. She looked around again even as she tried not to
squirm and moan because of the delicious sensations occurring between her legs.
She gasped when she felt liquid heat beginning to soak her panties. Her breasts
swelled of their own accord and she had to brace herself on the table when she
felt her nipples harden as though someone was teasing them. Kate swallowed
hard. She was breathing heavily and she could feel herself flush as the sensual
hunger inside her built up steadily.
Oh God, was she about to have an orgasm? In the bar?
“Kate, are you all right?” Tommy’s voice sounded far away,
his concerned face appearing hazy.
Instead of replying, she made a mad dash to the exit. She
could feel her body begin to tighten. She bit down hard on her lips to stop the
moan from rolling out of her, but her body refused to follow. Her release
crested within her like a wave about to lash against the rocks. Unmindful of
her high heels, she sprinted across the grass, cutting through the cement paths
and the Manchester Eye’s booth, and away from KRO, making a beeline for the
concrete seats closer to the nearly deserted Market Street. She got some
curious stares but she didn’t care. Just as she closed in on a stone seat, she
let out a soft cry of ecstasy. She gripped the seat. Sittingdown only
intensified her climax. Her body shuddered as her release spread strong over
her body, causing her womb to clench before radiating out and around her
breasts and hardened peaks.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, pressing her thighs together to
stave off what was left of her climax. But that, too, only further pleasured
her when her clit twitched repeatedly between her legs.
“Kate!”
She shot him a glance.
“Tommy,” she said hoarsely. “I’m not staying. Tell Anthea
and Flo I’ll talk to them tomorrow.”
Tommy took out his phone. “I’ll let them know now. I’m
taking you home.” He gave her a cursory glance. “What happened?”
“Nothing. I’ll be fine.” She was slowly starting to feel
like herself again. She heard Tommy speak to Florence telling her he was taking
Kate home. He ended the call.
“Darling, you’re not fine,” he retorted, catching her when
she stood up unsteadily. In a lower voice, he said, “If I didn’t know any
better, you just came.”
“Thomas Mitchell!” she said aghast, her face heating up. She
punched his arm and winced. Hitting Tommy’s muscled bicep with her soft fist
was a mistake.
“Hhhmmm…” Tommy looked at her with a critical eye. He let go
of her when she could stand properly.
“Even under the streetlights I can see you’re flushed and
your eyes are still dilated. Kate, hellooo, it’s me. The sexy gay you turned to
when you needed to cry your eyes after you realized you’ve been had.”
“Well, that time you were still skinny, not all buffed up
and someone to die for.”
Tommy’s mouth twitched.
“You’re not my type,” Kate huffed and laughed softly.
“Though I saw a few men eye you in the bar.”
Tommy rolled his eyes. “They can wait. You, on the other
hand, can’t.”
Kate couldn’t argue as she nodded her assent. She couldn’t
understand what had happened to her. Not even when she read what others called
trashy romance novels did she get this turned on. She wondered if the
attraction she felt for the stranger had anything to do with it. But that was
impossible and farfetched. No one could get that
turned on by just imagining a man, could they? Someone whose
touch she longed for, his hands caressing every inch of her, his breath
covering every inch of her skin to bring it to life, to feel his lips on hers.
To make her feel needed, wanted, and desired. That she was the only woman in
the world for him. Kate shook her head to dispel her thoughts. She must really
be crazy or utterly deprived of sex. The former she already knew. The latter
was a choice.
“Take me home, Tommy.” She looked up at him, her eyes
showing her vulnerability. She could be like that with Tommy and he’d take care
of her. He was some hunk of a brother.
Tommy hugged her to his side before they started walking to
the car park. The cold air did a lot to taper the heat of her body. The episode
had left her spent and she
just wanted to crawl into her bed and relive the afterglow
alone.
Always alone.
1. Tell us about your book/books?
I write both erotic contemporary and
paranormal romance. My first novella,
Love in Her Dreams, is a contemporary erotic romance published by Secret
Cravings Publishing. It is Alec and Tamsyn’s
story of how they only dream of each other until they finally meet.
The Cynn Cruor Bloodline series about
immortal warriors with vampire/werewolf/human blood who protect the human race
from their nemesis, the Scatha Cruor is published by Beau Coup Publishing. There are three books out now on Amazon. Rapture at Midnight (Book 1) is Finn and
Eirene’s story, of how Eirene stumbles upon the Cynn Cruors’ nemesis, Dac
Valerian. Forever at Midnight, Book 2 is
Roarke and Deanna’s story. Torn apart
more than five centuries ago, Roarke finds out that Deanna is very much alive.
Midnight’s Atonement is the third book in the series. It follows Graeme and Kate’s story. Dac Valerian has disappeared but the Cynn
Cruor have to face a new enemy. I am in
the middle of writing the fourth book which will be Zac McBain’s story.
I also have ventured into Historical
Fiction. Lakam, is the first book in a
series about a woman persecuted for her beliefs in 17th century
Philippines.
2.
How did you get started as a writer?
I have Secret Cravings to thank for
this. Love in her Dreams was a novella I
pitched to them and they took a chance with me.
I will be forever grateful to them.
3.
What’s a typical day like for you?
A typical writing day – normally the
weekends - would be to wake up at around 7am, stick a tube of coffee in my arm
(actually a huge mug) and start pantser writing! I take a break when hubby and
son wake. We have brekkie before I go back to writing and getting waylaid by
Facebook. During the work week, I try to
put in as much writing as I can at night.
4.
Describe your workspace.
Adorably cluttered. There are receipts behind and underneath my
laptop, a bottle of vitamins and water beside the thesaurus, the printer is in
front of a non-working fireplace, and
either mug of coffee or a glass of Apothic Red by the laptop
5.
Favorite books?
Oh wow, a lot. At the moment, I have the
Mammoth Book of Ancient Wisdom on my desk.
I love Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet.
It’s a staple. As for romantic fiction and its sub-genres, I love Donna
Grant, Tina Folsom, Natasza Waters, Katherine Rhodes, Sable Hunter, Gray Dixon,
N.j. Walters, the list goes on.
6.
Tell us 3 interesting things about you.
Hhhmm….let’s see….1) I’m not originally
from the UK. 2) I drag raced a Lotus Esprit in the last millennium. 3) I used
to read the Tarot.
7.
Favorite quote:
“Don't walk behind me; I may not
lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be
my friend.”
― Albert Camus
― Albert Camus
8.
Best and worst part of being a writer?
Best part of being a writer is that I get
to entertain – or at least try to – readers with the stories I write. I also get to explore things that I would
probably hesitate to do in real life. The worst part? I’m beginning to develop
writers block. So not good!
9.
Advice to writers?
Never give up. Always reach for your
dream. Always learn from other authors. And most of all, don’t procrastinate.
You want to be a published writer, right? ;-) On the other hand, if you can’t
find a publisher, try indie publishing; but make sure that you have a good
editor. No amount of self-publishing will help if the manuscript is full of
holes.
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