Hello, Isobelle and welcome to Clair’s Clan.
1. Will you tell us a little about yourself? Please include a picture if you wish.
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.
Honestly? I’m just an ordinary woman with a day job and a secret life as a romance author and loving every minute of it!
2. Why did you start to write? Have you always longed to write a book or was there a trigger?
I have always wanted to write but never had the opportunity to do so until two years ago. There were always stories in my head, tried writing them but placed them in the back burner for a long time. Then one day, a hedgehog rolled down the steps of our basement apartment and that triggered my decision to write. I wanted to write children’s stories but as you can see I ended writing romance.
3. What sort of books do you write? Why did you choose that particular genre?
I predominantly write paranormal and contemporary romance novels, but I also write historical fiction. I have always been interested in the paranormal and I love reading romance – both paranormal and contemporary – so that’s what made me decide on the genre. As for the historical fiction genre, this stems from my interest in history.
4. How autobiographical are your stories?
I wish meeting sexy vampire/werewolf hybrids was autobiographical! Nothing is autobiographical. That said, some of the views of my characters are my views about certain things.
5. Have you a favourite setting for your stories? Why?
I have to say Manchester. I love it because it’s my home.
6. Do you ever fall for your characters?
I do…every single time. But the one that really stayed with me even after I finished writing his story was Colin Butler, my hero in My Haven, My Midnight.
7. Do your characters ever surprise you?
Oh gosh, all the time! I write my stories longhand but when I start typing the dialogue I initially wrote it just changes and the plot slightly deviates. Good thing, it’s always been for the better.
8. How do you get yourself in the mood for writing?
A walk, music, coffee….anything that will bring Calliope to help me write.
9. What is the strangest place you have written in?
Would the bathroom count?
10. Have you ever experienced ‘writer’s block’ and how did you cope with it?
When I started writing, I was so happy that I didn’t experience it. But when I started writing my fourth book I felt it encroaching. How did I cope with it? I kept on telling myself to just keep writing – whether it was 50 words or 500 a day. Otherwise, I take a break and go people watching. I also use the time to make my own swag to clear my head.
11. Describe your perfect first date
A candle light dinner by the beach with jazz music playing in the background
12. If you could live anywhere in the world where would you choose and why?
It would be either Greece or Scotland. I’d love to visit the places described in Greek mythology. As for Scotland there is something about the country that once you pass The Borders, everything becomes magical.
Chocolate or ice-cream?
Ice-cream if my teeth can hack it.
Single malt straight and neat.
Seaside or forest?
Rain or sun?
Rain. What can I say? I’m a pluviophile. I like the rain okay, not a flood.
Christmas or birthday?
Elegant or comfortable clothes?
TV or cinema?
Laptop or notebook for writing?
Dom, sub or switch?
Bondage or spanking?
Leather or lace?
Zac McBain is on a mission to a place that doesn’t exist – a place that disappeared thousands of years ago. The source of the Specus Argentum–the only silver that can harm the Cruors, is sought by not only Zac and the Ancients, but Dac Valerian as well.
Hidden deep in the rainforests of Honduras, the present day town of La Nahuaterique, Faith Hannah is on a mission, both humanitarian and personal. Her medical mission is prompted by her wish to escape the problems that assail her in London. She never expected to be kidnapped and discover a whole supernatural world around her own–and she certainly didn’t expect to feel such a sudden, intense need and longing for one of them.
As soon as Zac sees Faith deep in the woods, he’s lost to her. In the middle of a hard fought battle for the Specum Argentum, the passion fate has decreed between Zac and Faith begins to consume them.
But the impending war between the Cynn Cruor and Scatha Cruor comes to a head. Secrets are unearthed, loyalties are doubted… and love must struggle to prevail.
Zac sucked in his breath. This tempting morsel was giving herself to him, giving him permission to kiss her.
Faith wasn’t in her right frame of mind. She was dreaming, giving her permission to the lucky bastard behind her eyelids, to taste her.
“Please….” Faith’s hand trailed down his chest, lower, lower, down to rub her hand up and down his hard shaft. “I need you.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Zac stilled her hand from teasing him but she kept on sliding it up and down his encased shaft. “You need to rest, Faith.”
Zac’s tenuous hold on his willpower snapped. Whether it was because he was already weak and needed sex to heal or his attraction overrode his logic he didn’t care. He wanted her.
He desired her.
He took her mouth in a primal kiss, his tongue swiping against her teeth before parting them to tease her tongue. Zac’s blood roared and rejoiced, Faith moaned, her body arching toward him, her breasts pressed to his chest in offering. His kiss demanded that she give in and she did, the sounds she made spurring his lust. He held the back of her neck keeping her head still so he could devour her. Even in her sleep her tongue tangled with his and explored his mouth. She tasted sweet, hot, and Zac could smell her liquid heat.
Slowly he covered her body with his, nudging her legs apart to graze his painfully hard cock against her mound. She lifted her legs, whimpering as she moved her hips to grind against him to position her core against his shaft.
“More,” she whispered against his mouth.
Zac thrust against her jeans encased sex.
Desire became his blood. He had to taste her, needed her like a man starved of water. He grazed his teeth against her jaw before nipping on her earlobe. When she gasped, he sucked the sting flicking the flesh with his tongue.
“Off…” she gasped.
Zac did as she asked. He rose to kneel in front of her. He took her shirt off, threw it to the side of the cot and leaned forward to graze his mouth against her breasts. Then he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, hard, while his hand played with the other. She cried out, tangling her fingers in his hair. Then he lavished her other breast with the same attention. His tongue loved the feel of the hardened nubs grazing his taste buds, enjoyed the taste of her delicately salty skin, salivated for more of her. The smell of her skin, her sweat was intoxicating, her gentle musk bringing the sweet scent of her blood into his nostrils. His palm went lower, caressing her as he moved to the dip of her waist, the gentle valley of her stomach, and the feminine swell of her hips. Ancients! She was so responsive. He smiled against her hardened peaks when her hips bucked.
Her jeans had to go.
Deftly, Zac undid the button of her waistband, pulled the zipper down and dipped his fingers into her wetness. He inhaled sharply and groaned. The scent of her arousal enveloped him, strengthening his senses, feeding the Kinaré, igniting his passion. His mouth watered when his thumb found her sweet spot bathing it more with her cream. He circled it before inserting his third finger inside her sex. He made a sound at the back of his throat when her vagina squeezed his digit. His cock was jealous and wanted in but Zac didn’t listen even though his shaft was in pain and wanted to shoot its load. He inserted another finger.
“Oh God, yes!” Faith clung to him as she bucked her hips in tandem with his hand. Her eyes were still closed tight, her breath coming out in short sexy puffs. “Almost there….”
Zac flicked his fingers inside her before taking them out and thrusting them back in. He felt her climax coming, her channel tightening in response to his finger fucking her. But there was something he needed to do. Wanted to do.
He leaned back to remove her jeans taking her panties off with it before settling between her legs. Her smell nearly drove him to his own climax, feeling his pre-cum trickling from his cock. His fingers were coated with her cream, her pussy glistening in invitation. He swiped his tongue against her clit. She shuddered. His body immediately absorbed her essence. His growl of satisfaction at the same time he laved his tongue against her folds from top to bottom approving her moans. He licked between her folds taking her bundle of nerves gently sucking it before inserting his tongue inside her hole. Zac gripped her thighs digging into her flesh while he lapped up her sweetness. He closed his eyes, his lust flaring when she held on to his head holding on to his hair while she humped his mouth. He loved the way she held his head pushing his mouth away from her mound when she had too much but still coming back for more. He gave her what she wanted.
She gave him what he needed.
Then Zac placed his fingers inside her and sucked her clit at the same time.
She came with a keening cry flooding Zac’s mouth with herself. Pleasure like nothing he ever felt before flowed through him. He felt gratified that he had brought her ecstasy. Her body trembled from her orgasm and he continued licking her dry until she came back from the clouds. Zac made his way up her body, licking the salt from her sweat, flicking her hardened peaks before kissing her deeply, making her taste herself on his tongue.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Then he was gone.
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