I've got Isobelle Cate in the Author Spotlight today talking about Love in Her Dreams.
• What was the inspiration behind the story?
Love in Her Dreams was inspired by my second trip to Scotland. I fell in love with the country the first time I visited, and on the second visit I fell in love with a Scot. ;)
• How did you choose your title?
You know when you feel that there’s a man who haunts your dreams? The man you’d like to be with but you don’t know whether he’s real or not? He becomes your ideal and you tend to measure every guy you meet against him that he becomes the love of your life? That’s how I chose the title.
• What research was involved?
There was no planned research for this story. Since I had been to Scotland already, I took bits and pieces of memory coupled with the pictures I took to create the setting. The steamier scenes in the book, uhmm…..that’s imagination. ;)
• Will there be a sequel? If so, tell us about it.
A reader has asked me this same question. I’m not quite sure. If Tamsyn and Alec want me to continue writing their story, then I will.
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.
Alec and Tamsyn know they are meant to be together though they have never met. And yet their passion for each other consumes them when they dream.
Alec knows that Tamsyn is the woman for him, but finding her at the moment is an impossibility. Or is it?
After resigning from her job, Tamsyn takes a break in Scotland when she feels the presence of the man who haunts her dreams. He is tangibly near and in Edinburgh. The sex they have in her sleeping moments becomes more real. But how can she find him in the streets of Edinburgh when the only thing she remembers is his touch, his scent, his passion?
Excerpt: (General Audience rated)
“Tall iced decaff latte for Tamsyn!”
“Thanks,” she said. Her voice sounded strangled.
She cleared her throat and thanked the barista again. Her heart still kept beating at a fast pace. And she hadn't even drank from her latte. She found an empty table by the window and sat down.
The tingling was more forceful now. Like invisible hands caressing her. Tamsyn looked out of the window and closed her eyes when she felt her nipples beading. She opened her eyes again as she scanned the faces of the men that walked by. No one remotely resembled him. She inhaled deeply before she buried her face in her hands. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed her tears not to fall and forced lump in her throat to subside. If he wasn't real she needed to get him out of her mind. For the sake of her sanity. Probably it was time to let go of the dream. He was probably the love meant for her but she could never have. Someone she could not physically be with to share her life, her passions, and her dreams. It was that kind of love that never died even though it was never meant to be.
The sensation was very, very strong now. It held her spellbound and cocooned her desperation in a sea of longing. Slowly the tears finally fell. Tamsyn vaguely heard the scrape of the chair beside her being pulled, but she didn't take her face out of her hands. Damn, she wasn't even sure if she had any tissue in her purse and she hadn't taken some napkins from the counter. She didn't want to let people see her crying. Tamsyn felt heat emanating from someone beside her.
Someone very close beside her. Christ! She didn't need this. She needed to be alone. She couldn't have someone's body heat beside her. It would only make her think of him and make matters worse. But the body heat did not move, and with it the tingling peaked. Then it hit her. Tamsyn stiffened, her breath coming out of her in a whoosh. Could it be? Her heart galloped as though wanting to bolt out of her ribcage. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears. She began to breathe heavily.
She removed her hands from her face, her eyes still closed. The cool air started to dry the trail of tears on her face. She turned her head to the heat source, anticipation putting a slight frown on her forehead.
Tamsyn opened her eyes. His blue-black eyes crinkled at the corners the way they did when they were together. His smile dazzled her. His thumb brushed away the wetness from her face before he leaned toward her. It was him. She couldn't believe it, but he was here. In front of her. He took her mouth in his and she closed her eyes savoring him. His kiss was just as how she knew it would be and more. Then he lifted his head. Tamsyn didn't give a damn about the stares they were getting. New tears threatened to fall down her cheeks, but she successfully held them in check. She smiled. His eyes mirrored her happiness. They had finally found each other.