Thursday, December 11, 2014

Midnight’s Fate



 ***Blurb***
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.


***Excerpt***

Zac rushed in without thinking, anxiety making his heart speed up.
Mine.
He had no time to process why he thought that. All he wanted to do was to make sure she was all right. He saw what she did, and part of him refused to believe it. But the heat inside the room was akin to an oven, the ground underneath her a baked brown that made a system of fissures rippling away from her like the cracked earth of a dried up lake.
“What happened?” Zac spoke in fluent Spanish, wanting to know what her captor saw.
“Who are you?” Xavier’s eyes were wild as he pointed his weapon at Zac.
Bloody hell. He wasn’t thinking straight, was he? His reserves were past empty, he was too far away from his bag with the serum, and he was getting a hard on just looking at her body. She lay on her side, one leg slightly higher so that her inner thigh was exposed.
“A friend.” Zac began to weave in mind control. “Now tell me what happened.”
“She placed her hand over Felipe’s wound and her other hand on the ground. The room became very hot and Felipe screamed and she fell and—”
“It’s all right. She’ll be fine.” Zac checked her pulse, her skin hot but soft underneath his fingers, her heartbeat slowing to a normal beat of someone sleeping. He lifted her hand gently from Felipe’s wound and his eyes narrowed, unable to believe what he saw. The wound had been cauterized. The only way it could happen was to either apply a heated poker to burn the flesh, removing the infection and sealing it, or to apply intense heat from a different source. There was no doubt that his woman was the source.
His woman.
Ancients! He must really be losing it. He had to leave or he would be no different from the Scatha, ravaging her without her knowledge. The thought of the Scatha doused Zac. No way was he going down that road.
“What’s your name?” He turned to the woman’s captor.
“Xavier.”
Zac closed his eyes, gently infiltrating Xavier’s mind. “Your brother will be fine. I have no doubt that what this woman did has healed him completely. What’s her name?”
“Señorita,” Xavier said, his dark eyes lightly glazed. “I call her Señorita. We were told not to know our captives’ names so that it would be easier for us to kill them.”
Sound thrummed at the back of Zac’s throat at the thought that she could have died.
“I would never kill her, señor!” Xavier said quickly. “She has saved my brother’s life.”
“And if she hadn’t, would you?”
Xavier shook his head, looking down at his feet.

“No. I’m not a killer. I just had to be one. This isn’t the life I want for me and my brother. I would have taken her back to the village and helped her return to La Nahuaterique.”
Zac nodded. “She can’t stay here. Show me where she can lie down, then leave us. Once you do, you will not remember me.” He lifted her slowly into his arms and nearly groaned at the softness of her body. His cock jumped when she moaned before snuggling her cheek to his. The side of her breast, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip, and her thigh burned him through his suit. Zac’s body came alive, recognizing that this was not just any woman, but his mate. 

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***Bio***

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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