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!
R A P T U R E A T M I D N I G H T
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.
