Genres: Paranormal Romance
Series: The Cynn Cruors Bloodline
Genre: Paranormal Romance
There is an on-going war between two breeds of immortal warriors who carry human, vampire, and werewolf blood, the Cynn Cruor and the Scatha Cruor. The Cynn Cruor wants to live in harmony with the human race. The Scatha Cruor wants to enslave them. Finn Qualtrough, a Cynn Cruor warrior is on a mission to find Dac Valerian, the leader of the Scatha Cruor responsible for the deaths of many, including his parents. When he pursues three Scatha warriors who can lead him to Dac, he happens upon a woman who awakens a desire within Quinn to claim her as his own.
She is the very essence of his immortal life.
Eirene Spence is an insomniac and a computer genius who loves walking in the park at midnight. She stumbles upon the Scatha Cruor and is almost killed until a handsome stranger rescues her. His touch ignites a hunger inside her that only he can satisfy.
He is her soul.
By some twist of fate, one of Eirene’s clients is Dac Valerian. She is able to tell Finn and the rest of the Cynn Cruor where Dac is hiding. Now Dac wants her dead.
Will Finn be able to keep Eirene alive and at the same time fulfill his mission? Will Eirene’s wish to be part of Finn’s life come true knowing that he is destined for someone else?
Finn’s chest constricted with an unfamiliar emotion. The desire to please Eirene and see her happy replaced the need to simply slake his lust. There was a fissure on the wall he had built around his heart, allowing a ray of tenderness for the woman beneath him to shine through. He intensified the kiss and at the same time thrust hard into her. She cried out against his mouth, her breath harsh and staccato like. Finn moved, in and out, swiveling his pelvis against hers. Eirene lifted her hips, her head falling back in ecstasy. She made small sounds every time Finn’s pelvis moved against hers with quick thrusts.
Finn looked down at Eirene’s body, from her breasts and puckered nipples down to her stomach and her trimmed mound. Her entire body was flushed with the aura of intense arousal. He groaned when her channel clamped around his cock. Eirene’s breasts quivered faster and faster as Finn thrust harder and deeper, eliciting deeper moans and cries from her. He leaned over to latch onto Eirene’s exposed neck. He kissed and licked until he gently sucked the skin over her pulse, bringing the vein into sharp relief. He sucked hard without using his fangs.
“Yes!” Eirene turned her head giving him her neck.
The taste of her blood filled Finn’s mind, exploding through his neurons.
Along with her taste came an astounding piece of knowledge.
Eirene was a Cynn Cruor mate.
The question now was whether she was his. His scent needed to be on her when a Cynn Cruor brethren smelled her. It was a scent undetectable by a purely human nose. If he marked her, then whether she accepted it or not, she belonged to him. She was his mate.
The taste of her salty, sweet skin drove him wilder. He knelt on both knees as he covered Eirene’s body with his. Finn held on to her hips, thrusting harder, deeper, and faster. He groaned as his balls tightened, slapping against her backside. Eirene’s cries came in puffs of ecstasy until she screamed her climax. Her weeping sex throbbed and gripped Finn’s manhood in a snug vice, milking him as he went in and out until he growled and finally shouted his release against Eirene’s neck, calling out her name. His seed spurted into her womb, bathing and warming it. His heartbeat pounded inside his ribcage, the warmth of their coupling spreading through him like the fire in a forge. He held himself up over Eirene with both his arms braced beside her head. He was about to withdraw from her when she placed her hands on his hips.
“Please don’t go,” she said softly. “Not yet.”
Finn let his forehead dip against Eirene’s even as she lifted her mouth for a long and sensual kiss. Eirene’s arms crept under his arms and over his back. By the Ancients, he loved the way her hands smoothed over his sweat-slicked skin. He felt her racing heart slowly turn to a semblance of normalcy as his own heartbeat thrummed back to a slower pace.
Roarke catches a glimpse of Deanna in Dac Valerian’s club. He is unable to believe that Deanna is alive when he buried her himself nearly five hundred years before. He searches for her in the streets of Manchester just to prove that he hasn’t lost his mind. But when Deanna turns up on the street facing the Cynn Cruor’s headquarters, Roarke needs to know why she hid herself from him.
Knowing that her secret can only destroy whatever feelings Roarke has left for her, Deanna remains silent until circumstances force her to reveal everything.
Hearts are broken on both sides but Roarke and Deanna have to work together if they are to find a way of ending Dac and the Scatha Cruor’s power once and for all. Desire rises and passions are rekindled.
Will their pursuit of Dac lead to another chance at happiness?
Or will it forever tear them apart?
Soon, Roarke ended the kiss. Deanna gloried at the pleasure she felt when gold flecks materialized against his pupils. She touched the sides of his eyes.
“I missed seeing those,” she whispered before cupping his face. He turned to kiss her palm. She sighed. “If only for tonight, make love to me again, Roarke. Make love to me so I can forget.”
She saw emotion flit through his eyes before it was gone. Her heart was in her throat, afraid he would refuse. Then his head bent down.
He kissed her again, but this time it was soft and tender, even while his hand was wreaking havoc with her body. Her clit throbbed when he rolled her hardened nipples with his thumb and forefinger before palming her globes lovingly. She closed her eyes, giving in to the moment, her breath coming out in moans and gasps. Then her mouth opened in a silent cry, feeling his tongue flick and suck on her breasts again. She lost all coherent thought, holding on to his shoulders. Lust thundered through her, lighting her up like a fireball.
Roarke scooped her up and walked through the French doors and into the warmth of the loft. With her face against his neck, she inhaled deeply before flicking her tongue and sucking on the pulse at the base of his throat.
“Where?” he growled, his desire unsuppressed.
Mutely, Deanna pointed to the stairs which led to her bedroom. Instead of using the stairs, Roarke catapulted them to the open room’s landing with one jump.
There wouldn’t be any recriminations tonight. This moment would be for knowing each other’s bodies again. To make up for all the lost time.
Interview with Finn Qualtrough
(Manchester Faesten’s Library/Nerve Centre a little after 6:00pm)
Me: Hello Finn. Thank you for agreeing to this interview.
Finn: My pleasure, Isobelle. It’s good to have a chance to get to know your readers….more intimately.
I clear my throat before smiling: How is Eirene?
Finn (grins): Still a beautiful distraction. She left with Deanna to set up the network for the Haven Foundation. She’s creating a network between Deanna’s foundation and her own charity, Kinds Come Home.
Me: Eirene is the computer expert of the team?
Finn: Yes she is. Graeme as well, who’s more of our Head of Security. Eirene did what we Cynn Cruor found hard to do. Find Dac Valerian.
Me: Is that how you met?
Finn (chuckling): In a manner of speaking. I was chasing after several of Dac’s followers or transfuges and found her instead. They were running after her after she decked them. (Finn laughs).
Me: And Dac’s followers?
Finn grins with satisfaction and pride: Dead. All dead, with Eirene’s help. That woman can really kick and is very handy with a baton and the balisong, the Philippine butterfly knife.
Me: Has the Cynn Cruor has been fighting Dac Valerian for a long time?
Finn: Yes, the former Gnaeus Valerius Dacronius. He was one of Caesar’s greatest generals and wanted recognition for his campaigns but the Cynn Cruor code forbade it.
Me: Why doesn’t the Cynn Cruor —
Finn: I know what you’re going to ask, Isobelle. Why don’t we want to be recognized, for people to know who we are?
Finn: Let me ask you…what would happen if the world knew of our existence? A race of hybrids with vamp, were, and human blood infused with immortality. Stress on immortality.
Me: Uh…people would want to be like you. They won’t age.
Finn: Spot on. And what would happen if Dac and the Scatha Cruor showed themselves for who they were – evil personified?
I nod, exhaling: No innocent will be safe.
Finn: It’s easier for us to fight a war without people knowing what we are doing. The less people know, the lesser the casualties.
Me: How long will this war last?
Finn (shrugs): As long as it takes.
Me: You live in the edge of day and night. Doesn’t it make you wish that you could walk in the sun?
Finn: Centuries ago, I was able to walk in the sun. My parents couldn’t. They often stayed indoors when the sun was hottest. It was lonely playing by myself around our estate near Pluscarden. I may have taken the sun for granted then. It didn’t matter to me as long as I had my parents with me. I already knew that I was Cynn Cruor, that I would someday leave my home to train and be a warrior just like my father. (His voice tightens) When I lost my parents during one of the wars with the Scatha Cruor, the sun disappeared from my life. Until Eirene. So you see, whether that fireball in the sky is there or not, I care not. The Cynn Cruor can still walk in the sun but we have to be careful. When the skies are overcast, before Dawn claims the horizon and when Dusk puts it to bed, we can walk. It’s uncomfortable but we can if we must.
Me: Eirene is mortal.
Finn: She is now immortal. As long as I’m alive, so is she.
Me: Has she ever missed the sun? Has she asked you to do so?
Finn (smiles at a memory): Eirene wanted to go back to Platt Field’s Park where we first met. Winter had arrived and there was frost on the ground. The sun was probably at the ten o’clock. The sky was clear and blue up to probably Angels 70, altitude 70,000 feet. It was painful, but beautiful.
I gasp: Why did you do that?
Finn: Because I love her.
Me: She’s very lucky to have you.
Eirene: Yes, I am. Hello, Isobelle. (She gives me a hug.) Finn been talking how strong he is?
I laugh: No. We were talking about Dac and how you found him.
Eirene (shakes her head ruefully): The Cynn still can’t get over it. Unfortunately, we’ve lost him again.
Me: Any idea how to find him again?
Finn: We’re still working on it. In the meantime, I’d like to take my mate for R&R.
I redden: Okaaaayyy. Some other time then. I’ll see myself out.
Finn: Come back anytime you wish, Isobelle. You are always welcome here.
Eirene (grins): I’m echoing that.
Me: Thanks and I will. I’m interviewing all of you remember?
Eirene (with a twinkle in her eye): Who knows? A Cynn Cruor might fall for you one day.
I stare at her, my mouth agape before I laugh: Only in my dreams.
Eirene (winks): Uh huh.
Me: I’m going! I’m going!
Laughter follows me as I leave the library.