My life was as perfect as I planned it to be. I was happy, successful, and had the most delicious addiction. Sex. I needed to have it as much as I could with a fuck buddy, but when he starts to spoon, I’d show him the door. I didn’t know how to behave when fucking led to cuddling. It was alarming, uncomfortable, and gave me panic attacks. It just wasn’t me.
Niall Mason was like me. He loved sex. He loved hearing me scream every time he rammed into me. No strings. The nice thing about him? He wasn’t into spooning so that was good.
Until he started to ask me for something I couldn’t give.
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.