I am so delighted to have visiting me today the amazing and a co-author visiting me with her latest release that I have personally read and adored with great passion. Please say hello to Isobelle Cate, with 'Be Mine'.
Gracie Sinclair
just wants life to return to normal.
Now a widow and
picking up the pieces after the death of her husband, she delves into her work,
seeking a new normal, until she bumps into a handsome stranger who derails her
orderly life, completely.
Luke can’t wait
for the week to be over. Having built an engineering company into a
multi-million pound enterprise in record time, he feels...empty. Nothing
satisfies him anymore, not even having weekenders in his bed. But when he bumps
into a woman—literally—on his way out of a bar, realizing she is his last
meeting before he goes on holiday, his plan of staying away from relationships
takes a nose dive. He wants Gracie Sinclair.
Gracie learned a
long time ago how insincere love can be, so when Luke decides to become part of
her life, she tosses up every obstacle to dissuade him until he breaks down her
walls and makes her realize that her life can only be complete with Luke by her
side.
However,
something sinister from Luke’s past threatens the happiness they have struggled
to find. If he concedes, he will become criminally liable and lose everything.
If
he refuses, he loses Gracie’s heart…
Sexcerpt:
"You
lied to me," he said softly.
"Excuse
me." Her eyes snapped to his deep blues.
He
was unperturbed at her consternation. "You said you were married."
"I
am Mrs. Sinclair."
"Yes,
you are. Widow of Jonathan Sinclair."
She
sucked in a sharp breath.
"It
doesn't matter how I know, Gracie," he admonished gently, answering the
unspoken question in her eyes. "Why did you make me believe you were still
married?"
"What's
it to you?"
“Why
didn't you want to go out with me?"
She
sighed, closing her eyes. Try as she might, she couldn't open them again as
excitement seeped through her pores and pleasure slowly built inside her,
warming her thighs, circling inside her belly before going up slowly, languidly
to tease her nipples and add to the rapid rate of her heart. Oh God, this man
was wreaking havoc on her body. Her lips parted when she felt Luke's breath
brush her cheek, her face angling towards his involuntarily. She made a sound
between a gasp and a moan when his tongue caressed her earlobe before tracing
the shell of her ear. She felt like falling and raised her hands to push him
away but as soon as her palms touched his chest, they heated, her fingers
nearly curling against his pectorals. The flicker of desire inside her roared
to life. Luke moved forward, pinning her to the door. She was not able to stop
the soft and rapid pants coming out of her lips, and could feel her sex moisten
further at the hardness of his arousal against her belly, igniting the fire
that had been dormant for so long. She brushed her lips against his jaw. Luke
didn't need any further prodding and turned his head to capture her mouth.
Sweet
joy stormed into her very soul. Luke's tongue seared the seam of her lips,
teasing, coaxing, exploring, before he parted the barrier her teeth put up to
invade her mouth. He claimed her tongue, tasting it, flicking it, playing with
it until Gracie growled softly and deepened the kiss. The kiss was rough and
filled with unbridled need. Their tongues greedily explored, staked, and
claimed. Their breaths became hot and heavy, each wanting to give and take as
much as they could. Gracie moaned against Luke's mouth as her arms encircled
his neck. She slanted her mouth to give him more access and the more he swirled
his tongue with hers, the more he nibbled on her lips, the more liquid heat
flowed from her core. Her mouth parted against his lips, taking in his breath
as Luke's hands lifted her skirt to skim her stockings, teasing the lace band
that held it up before drifting towards her mound. Gracie's breath came short
and fast, and she moaned when Luke's finger teased her against the wet silken
fabric.
"So
wet, Mrs. Sinclair," he rasped. "Did I do this? Let me see if I've
done a good job." He slipped his finger inside her panties and found her
engorged bundle of nerves, spreading her wetness over it. "Yes, baby. It
seems I did." His mouth dipped to suck the skin against her erratically
beating pulse. Slowly, he rubbed, but Gracie couldn't get enough. He was toying
with her. When she moved to direct his digit, Luke would move it away.
"Please."
She sighed. He raised his head, his gaze filled with lust made her melt to a
quivering mass. Her hips moved of their own volition, urging him to take her.
"Luke."
That
was all he needed to insert his finger inside her.
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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to Isobelle’s books:
The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series:
Rapture
at Midnight:
Forever
at Midnight
Midnight’s
Atonement
Midnight’s Fate
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Contemporary Romance
Love in Her Dreams
Dying to Live
Historical
Lakam (The Mana Series: Book 1)
