Author Spotlight ☆ Midnight’s Atonement (The Cynn Cruors Bloodline #3) by Isobelle Cate

UntitledGraeme 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 councillor 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 councillor 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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Her hardening nipples poked through the beige lacy cups of her balconette bra. Graeme’s eyes seemed to burn brighter and Kate couldn’t stop herself from arching her back, offering her breasts for his taking. Sensual flames licked her skin everywhere Graeme’s hands touched, her body welcoming the contact. He moulded her waist up her ribcage to cup the underside of her breasts again before grazing the peaks through the lace cups with his thumbs. The rubbing of her nipples sent electricity down to her sex causing her to become wetter. Then his thumbs were replaced by his mouth and tongue. Kate was caught up in the dizzying pleasure of his mouth. She moaned when he spoke against her nipples, the vibrations rippling through her.
“My eyes turn gold when I desire someone.”
Kate braced one arm against the table while she held on to Graeme’s head with the other, the pleasure she felt becoming unbearable. She needed something more. She needed something inside her.
She wanted Graeme.
Her back arched and her breath sighed out of her when Graeme ripped her bra and feasted on her breasts.
“Ohh…” she moaned as her legs went around Graeme’s waist, pulling him closer with her thighs to rub herself against the thick stalk inside his denims. When Graeme let go of her tits and demanded that she submit to his kiss, she opened up to him. She allowed him to explore every crevice of her mouth as she gloried at his taste. She kissed him hungrily, sucking on his lips, nibbling and teasing his tongue, giving as he demanded and taking as much as she wanted.
“Graeme please….I need more. Please give me more.” She licked against his throat taking small nips and bites, grazing her teeth against his salty skin. God, she’d never felt this wild before! She purred at the feel of his taut skin against her palms, his flesh rippling and tensing everywhere she touched.
He captured her mouth in another torrid kiss that sent her pulse to a frenzy. She couldn’t get enough, the pain in the middle of her core becoming slightly uncomfortable. She nipped at his mouth and sucked on his tongue before letting her tongue swirl around it. She tasted traces of mint even as her nose was filled with his masculine scent.
Graeme let go of her mouth to graze his teeth against her jaw to reach the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“Tell me what you want Kate.”
Graeme gently squeezed her breasts before he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Kate cried out in pleasure.
“Tell me.”
“I don’t know,” she whimpered against his neck, feeling as though she was deliciously melting. She turned her head slightly, her mouth against his skin. Her tongue snaked out tasting his saltiness before she sucked the skin over his pulse. The need to suck some more became stronger and she sucked harder, she could taste something coppery against her tongue. Graeme growled.
“Ancients!” he pushed her away gently.
Kate looked at him in confusion and alarm. Then realization dawned.
“You don’t like me.” She whispered, her heart thundering in her throat. Desire didn’t cause it. Rejection did.
“Not like you?” Graeme asked her his breathing laboured. “Kate I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you. You sucking on my neck almost made me come in my jeans.”
A deeper blush stole over her cheeks. “Oh.”
“Kate?”
“I want you inside me too,” she sighed before looking down. “But I’ve not done this in a very long time. I don’t know how else to ask.” She looked up. “Except to say that I need you.”
Graeme chuckled. “You’re doing pretty good so far.”
“Please don’t tease.”
Graeme gave her a hard kiss that sent her senses reeling towards sensual meltdown.
“I’m not teasing.” His eyes darkened, his lust apparent. “Lie down.”
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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.

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