December 10th

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“Midnight’s Paradox” by Isobelle Cate

Need roared through Blake like a furnace, burning so hot he nearly let go of the female’s throat. Lust was never far away. After all, it was the way of the Cynn Cruors. Neither did it leave the warrior once he found his mate. In fact, it burned hotter than when he was unmated. But this, what Blake was experiencing had never happened to him. His pulse thudded at his temples. His heartbeat shot up, as his blood began to simmer — not in pain, but in anticipation of taking her.
When she moved, arching her back slightly as though beckoning to partake of what he had to offer, Blake pinned her further with his hips knowing she would feel his arousal, hard and thick against her mound. A gasp flew from her mouth and her eyes reflected the same confusion they had before, excitement returning as she waited to see what he would do next. Blake moved his hands inside her coat, to the sides of her breasts before cupping them. She closed her eyes and moaned oh-so-softly, the sexy sound spearing Blake right down to his cock. The female arched further into his hand, her head falling back against the wall causing her to expose the column of her throat. Her lips parted in a soundless cry as Blake rubbed her nipples against her shirt, feeling them harden against his touch. She suddenly gripped his biceps and when Blake lifted her, her legs went around his waist. Blake groaned the moment the tip of his cock brushed the heat between her thighs, the scent of her arousal wafting up to him. Sweetness that Blake wanted to sink into, as though by doing so, the demons he fought so hard against would finally be laid to rest.
He bent his head, brushing his lips lightly against hers. Like a flower she opened her mouth for him. With a satisfied groan, Blake plundered her mouth losing himself in her taste. He drank from her, kissing her with such ferocity that he stopped momentarily, not wanting his lust to get the better of them. But the female whimpered in protest and boldly thrust her tongue into his mouth. Blake angled her head to deepen the kiss. Their mouths locked, their tongues mating, swirling, and tasting each other in near desperation. Her mouth fitted his as though she had been made for him and he didn’t even know her. He nibbled at her lips and sucked at her tongue. He fed his desire into her and she answered him.

Midnight’s Paradox is out now on Amazon.


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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