Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Meet the characters in "The Guardian Of My Soul"

The Guardian Of My Soul

Soul's Desire Series - Book 1


This book tells the story of Kristen and Alec, two people who struggle with one another, as well as with their own fears and insecurities. Their relationship is volatile and explosive, yet they discover they have more in common than they ever dreamed. Together they face demons from their past and secrets which could tear them apart.
Alec and Kristen fight their attraction for one another, but that’s one battle where losing may very well give them everything their souls desire…


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Excerpt:


Even in the dark his face gleamed with desire. His eyes dropped to my breasts and my breathing quickened as his hot gaze caressed my flesh. The intense, aroused gleam told me without words he’d fantasized about kissing my breasts for a long time.


I swallowed heavily, the yearning in the depths of his eyes triggering my own raw desire. With shaky hands, I pushed the straps of my nightgown off my shoulders and tugged down at it, exposing my breasts for him. My pink nipples were already standing at attention, but the sexy groan he released got them even harder.


He stared at them for a long time, as if trying to imprint their image on his brain. Then his hands cupped them with such tenderness that I shivered at the intimate contact, arching my back when he began to knead them gently with an occasional tweak of my nipples. His gesture sent spasms of pleasure through my overheated body, causing me to wrap my legs around him instinctively to stop him from pulling away.


A moan of ecstasy escaped my throat when he lowered his head and kissed the valley between my breasts. “Your skin is so soft and you smell so damn good,” he whispered right before taking a hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it reverently, drawing it deeper inside, each suck slashing directly to my core.


I could feel the growing bulge in his pants as he ground it slowly against my throbbing flesh. My panties began to soak with the juices his touches invoked. For a moment, I wished there was no barrier between us so I could feel him more intimately, skin on skin.


He bit, licked, and nibbled on my breasts until my nipples were swollen and sensitive. The feeling was sublime, but soon I wanted more of this gorgeous man and I slipped a hand between us so I could rub his ever-growing erection. It felt impressive in length and girth.


Low growls of excited anticipation rumbled from the bottom of his chest when I molded his pulsating member through the fabric of his pants. His teeth sank into my neck and I shuddered, each nibble sending a fast pulse through my sex. I squirmed in his strong arms when I felt his hand slide from my waist to cup my bottom. My fingers closed around him, still not daring to slip inside and touch his bare skin.


Alec’s green eyes took me in, lingering over me as though a picture was being drawn in his mind. Our lips were an inch apart as we drank in the scent and taste of our mingled breaths. Suddenly, they met again and joined in a feverish kiss, my chest flattened against his own. The expertise of his kiss pulled me into a whirlwind of pleasure. Then my instincts kicked in and I pushed at his pecs until he rolled onto his back. I straddled him, my tongue insistent as it plundered his mouth. Moving lower, I lifted his T-shirt and pressed soft kisses to his solid abs. They rippled beneath my touch and Alec leaned his head back and groaned. When my gentle caress continued its path downward his eyes snapped open and zeroed on me.


“Kristen, are you sure? You don’t have to do this.” He grabbed my wrist as if to stop me, his voice raspy with desire.


“I want to…” My hand finally slid inside and reached for him. Skin soft as silk covered his steel-hard member. When he pushed his pants down I stared, trying to see. I could barely make out much but it appeared he had nothing to be ashamed of. There was no way to miss that shadowy shape which stood erect and proud. His manhood was long and thick, just like it had felt. Licking my lips, I longed to give as much pleasure as I’d received. Gathering my courage I began and my efforts didn’t go unrewarded.


Just one stroke and he was at my mercy. I felt him swell more in my palm and the feeling of power went to my head. I pumped and molded, marveling at how big and hard and alive he became as I loved him. I gripped him more firmly, moving my hand against the crown of his member to trace the rim.


“Please, Kristen.” He trembled beneath my touch. Leaning closer I slowly took him in my mouth, giving myself permission to do all the things I had only dreamed of. I cupped his sac and took him deep. I hummed my excitement and smiled around his girth as he bucked his hips, straining to grasp every bit of ecstasy I offered. My head moved up and down along his length with exquisite care, my lips pressing firmly each time I drew back. I worshiped every inch of his flesh, savoring his taste. Even though he was gentle, Alec gripped my hair to hold my head still, then began to push in and out of my mouth, ending my sweet torment. I loved him. I was pleasing my man and there was nothing more fulfilling. “God, baby…” He made another growling sound as I sucked mightily, my tongue and hollowed cheeks making a warm, wet tunnel around him. He panted, he bucked, he tensed and when he reached his peak, I accepted everything he could give—every drop, every pulse, every whispered word of praise.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

THE GUARDIAN OF MY SOUL

THE GUARDIAN OF MY SOUL

Soul's Desire Series - Book 1


My first book with Beau Coup Publishing is now live on Amazon!


Genre: New Adult / Contemporary Romance 



Book blurb:



Some have said “The Guardian of my Soul” is “The Bodyguard” meets “Taming of the Shrew”, a compelling look at two people who find they have more in common than they ever dreamed.

Kristen Mancuso, daughter of a renowned fashion designer has everything her heart desires, and yet she’s still unhappy. After her father’s death, her mother’s overprotectiveness has prevented Kristen from choosing her own path in life, and she often feels as if she's a prisoner in her own home. Kristen thought her twenty-first birthday would magically bring her the freedom she craved. She was wrong. When her mother hires Alec Warner to be her personal bodyguard, Kristen rebels against it, unaware of the true reasons why he’s needed and the very real danger threatening her safety. Having someone shadow her every move is the last thing she wants. Alec is handsome, intimidating and determined to stand between Kristen and anyone who would harm her.

Kristen doesn’t know what to do with Alec. She’s drawn to him, and while he is committed to his job, he refuses to allow her to control him the way she does with other men. Their relationship is volatile and explosive, yet they discover they have more in common than they ever dreamed. Together they face demons from their past and secrets which could tear them apart.

Alec and Kristen fight their attraction for one another, but that’s one battle where losing may very well give them everything their souls desire…

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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Author Guest Post - Isobelle Cate

Author Guest Post - Isobelle Cate





Today I welcome my friend, author Isobelle Cate, on my blog. Her new release, "Rapture at Midnight", is the first in the "Cynn Cruors Bloodline" series.
The book is now available and she is sharing an excerpt with you.

But first, here's my personal review of the book:
I am a big fan of vampire stories. I loved this one because it was different from what I've read before. I liked the story of Finn and Eirene and the powerful attraction between them. And I also liked the fact that Eirene, even though she was human, she was very much capable of defending herself from the bad guys on her own. I like strong female lead characters. Well done, Isobelle Cate! I am very much looking forward to the next book in the series! 


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Book blurb:


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?


Excerpt:
Finn's chest constricted with an unfamiliar emotion. The desire to please Eirene and see her happy replaced the need to simply slake his lust. There was a fissure on the wall he had built around his heart, allowing a ray of tenderness for the woman beneath him to shine through. He intensified the kiss and at the same time thrust hard into her. She cried out against his mouth, her breath harsh and staccato like. Finn moved, in and out, swivelling his pelvis against hers. Eirene lifted her hips, her head falling back in ecstasy. She made small sounds every time Finn's pelvis moved against hers with quick thrusts.
Finn looked down at Eirene's body, from her breasts and puckered nipples down to her stomach and her trimmed mound. Her entire body was flushed with the aura of intense arousal. He groaned when her channel clamped around his cock. Eirene's breasts quivered faster and faster as Finn thrust harder and deeper, eliciting deeper moans and cries from her. He leaned over to latch onto Eirene's exposed neck. He kissed and licked until he gently sucked the skin over her pulse, bringing the vein into sharp relief. He sucked hard without using his fangs.
“Yes!” Eirene turned her head giving him her neck.
The taste of her blood filled Finn's mind, exploding through his neurons.
Along with her taste came an astounding piece of knowledge.   
Eirene was a Cynn Cruor mate.
The question now was whether she was his. His scent needed to be on her when a Cynn Cruor brethren smelled her. It was a scent undetectable by a purely human nose. If he marked her, then whether she accepted it or not, she belonged to him. She was his mate.
The taste of her salty, sweet skin drove him wilder. He knelt on both knees as he covered Eirene's body with his. Finn held on to her hips, thrusting harder, deeper, and faster. He groaned as his balls tightened, slapping against her backside. Eirene's cries came in puffs of ecstasy until she screamed her climax. Her weeping sex throbbed and gripped Finn's manhood in a snug vice, milking him as he went in and out until he growled and finally shouted his release against Eirene's neck, calling out her name. His seed spurted into her womb, bathing and warming it. His heartbeat pounded inside his ribcage, the warmth of their coupling spreading through him like the fire in a forge. He held himself up over Eirene with both his arms braced beside her head. He was about to withdraw from her when she placed her hands on his hips.
“Please don’t go,” she said softly. “Not yet.”
Finn let his forehead dip against Eirene's even as she lifted her mouth for a long and sensual kiss. Eirene's arms crept under his arms and over his back. By the Ancients, he loved the way her hands smoothed over his sweat-slicked skin. He felt her racing heart slowly turn to a semblance of normalcy as his own heartbeat thrummed back to a slower pace.
 
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About the Author:
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.