Thursday, 17 March 2016

Midnight's Atonement - spotlight


Midnight's Atonement (The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series Book 3)
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 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. 


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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Kate returned to the car to take the yellow ticket out from underneath her wiper. As soon as she took the penalty notice out, the gate to the building’s basement parking lifted. She made her way quickly out of the driveway, intent on reaching the bus stop but felt someone tapping her from behind. She whirled around defensively and almost in panic when the stranger standing in front of her took her breath away. Kate could see that he was a head taller than she was because she had to take a step back to look at him without having the rain fall into her eyes.
The raindrops that pelted him started to soak his black t-shirt. He looked powerful, his chest broad and muscular that tapered to rock hard abs that sent her pulse reeling and her mouth-watering, an incredible specimen of magnetism. His had his legs braced apart emphasizing the muscled limbs he had underneath his denims and the slimness of his hips. His jeans rode low on his waist and Kate’s mouth became dry at the sight of the flat V that led to what was hidden. Kate looked up at his hooded grey green eyes, the hollowness around it emphasizing the possibility that he was just getting over some illness. Those same eyes assessed her and she felt liquid excitement pool between her thighs at seeing the sexual interest smouldering in them. Her heart fluttered more and her belly clenched with a longing she nearly couldn’t hold back. It was primal, an ache that somehow Kate believed this stranger in front of her could satisfy. That thought caused her face to flush and redden even more when his perfectly formed mouth lifted to one side in a sexy grin. Did she say it out loud? Could he perhaps read her mind?
“Are you okay?”
Kate watched his mouth move unable to hear what he was saying under the sound of the rain and the thundering in her ears. Her eyes widened when he reached out to her as she felt the heat of his hand like a bolt of electricity that enticed the pool of arousal to increase between her thighs.
“Are you okay?” he said louder.
“My car’s been clamped.” She said sputtering to get the rain water out of her mouth. “I’m soaked and I have to get home. Does it look like I’m okay?” Kate turned away remorse flooding her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. But I’m cold and I need to go.”
“Why don’t you come inside?” He hollered over the rain. The deluge abated one moment then increased the next and Kate felt like a drowned icicle.
“Why would I want to do that?” Kate huffed as she frowned.
“Well, first to get out of the rain. Wait until it subsides before you catch a cold,” the stranger remarked. “If you could wait, I can take you home.”
“How do you know I was going home?” Kate remained stubborn despite her teeth chattering. Her wet mop of hair only aggravated the cold seeping into her head. Her mascara ran like black waterfalls down her face, and the frozen tendrils of rainwater trailed agonizingly in rivulets down her back.
His lips thinned even as his eyes showed his surprise.
“You said so. Look, are we going to continue this discussion in the rain or are you going to join me inside?” he asked.
Kate backed away. Far be it for her to deny the deadly attraction this man had, there was no way she was going with him.
“If you didn’t talk to me, I would have been able to get the bus and not get soaked as I am now,” she retorted. She was freezing and Mr Drop Dead Fantasy Guy looked as though he was just soaked by a summer squall, not a winter’s deluge.
He looked away in exasperation before returning to pin her with his scowl. “Have it your way then.”
He turned on his heel and went through the half rolled up gate.
Kate couldn’t stop fuming.
“What a prick,” she grumbled before crossing the street to wait for the bus.
Graeme swore inside the lift all the way to the Faesten’s penthouse. He was still swearing when the lift’s doors opened.
“Who’s got under your skin?” Finn Qualtrough asked his brow arched enquiringly, as he crossed the marble lobby.
“Sorry, Finn. Didn’t realize you and Eirene were up.” Graeme replied by way of greeting raking both his hands through his wet hair.
“We do have showers you know.” Finn quipped as he approached his friend. “We’ve come a long way from bathing in the loch or the rain.”
Graeme shook his head as he grimaced in good humour. “Don’t I know it. I’ll clean this mess up.”
Finn waved his hand in dismissal. “Leave it. Go and get a proper shower.”
“Cheers.” Graeme said. He was about to bound up the staircase when Finn’s question halted him.
“Who’s got you riled up anyway?”
Graeme turned to his fellow Cynn Cruor after taking off his t-shirt. His face turned to a slight scowl when he saw Finn’s amused grin.
“Who says I’m riled up?”
Finn raised a thick brow as though saying, ‘You’re not fooling me’.
“Where’s Eirene?” Graeme asked in an attempt to deflect Finn’s line of questioning.
“Over here,” Eirene spoke as she came out of the kitchen. Then she giggled. “I see.”
Graeme rolled his eyes at them both. He pointed at the two of them alternatingly.
“That telepathic communication between mates can be irritating.”
Eirene laughed. “Oh Graeme, it can’t be that bad. She might not have been worth your time.”
“Who said it was a she? I never said anything.”
Eirene’s mouth twitched. “Uh huh.”
“Have you become psychic now?”
“I don’t need to be when you’ve left the CCTV feed on Camera Three up on the LED screen.” Eirene pointed her chin toward the nerve centre.
Graeme felt the heat creep up his neck and flush his face. 

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.


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