I’m adding my lucky 7 in with this post – as it’s got all the details of my blog tour this week – I nominate – Lacey Wolfe, Scarlett Hart, Pepper Anthony, Ella Jade, Jaye Shields, Aimee Duffy, Lexie Bay – so here’s what you do – go to page 77 of your newest release and post the next 7 lines or sentences – then nominate 7 more authors to do the same!
Keep reading for details of my blog tour! Well, I have been limping along – laptop broken, NO BROADBAND! Everything falling apart – but thanks to some lovely friends lending me everything I need – I have made it to launch day!! A Clockwork Butterfly is now live!
Saving the world erotica style with my new futuristic romance! Warning – a whole lotta lovin going on – bdsm, menage, f/f, f/m But above all – ROMANCE!
22nd June: http://adrianakraft.com/blog/
Lovers torn apart by duty…will Angelo and Lena be
close to extinction. Toxins have all but wiped out the male population. The
remaining fertile men are housed in manors where their seed is collected.
Lena Lee is a
new collector with a rare pheromone believed to reignite human fertility. She’s
assigned a male who’s predicted to be her perfect match.
clockwork butterfly maker, is held captive, his essence harvested daily by
Lena. Over time, the couple begins to fall in love, something which is strictly
prohibited. When their forbidden love is discovered, Lena is banished from the
Torn apart by
the duty that brought them together, Lena and Angelo must find a way back to
each other. But even if Angelo manages to escape, he doesn’t know where to find
Lena. Will following the path of the clockwork butterfly lead him to his true
Content Warning: strong language, BDSM, and graphic sexual content, including m/f,
f/f, and f/f/m sexual interaction
A little taster…
Lena hardly breathed as her fingertips reached out
to the tiny flapping creature. Could it
be? She trembled,
trying to stifle her excitement with the fear that it might disintegrate
beneath her touch, just as it had nightly in the dreams that plagued her.
Closing her eyes, she waited to be jolted into the
reality of her cold, empty room. But it was different this time; her fingers
flinched as they brushed something real. Lena opened her eyes and picked up the
golden butterfly, laying it in her palm. Slowly, the tiny wings stopped
Lena realized her lungs were at bursting point and
exhaled up into the ceiling, fearful of sweeping the treasure away with her breath.
She studied the lifeless creature carefully. It was so beautiful, so intricate.
“At last,” she whispered into her
quivering hands, bowing over with relief. “I’ve been waiting so
* * * *
Lena James Lee waited excitedly in the bustling
throng of women all the same age as her. They had been picked up by the coach
from various stops throughout the country and most were rumpled, tired, and
anxious. They all knew why they were there; their fates had been decided by the
Archmatrias long before they had known anything of the manors or what it meant
to be a collector.
Lena’s mother had been so proud; she was the only
one in her whole community who had been given the special invitation to attend
“Remember, Lena,” her mother had advised
quite forcefully, “it’s not just your life that depends on this.”
Lena had hopped on the coach without a care in the
world. Now though, rumors swelled, starting with hushed whispers and giggling
until all-out mayhem ensued.
“They make you wear nothing but a golden
thong and you have to crawl around on the floor, parading yourself,” Mae,
a loud, stunningly beautiful girl shrieked.
“Are there really men? Do we get to see them?”
Lena tentatively asked her in a rare quiet moment.
“Honey, we do more than see them.”
Mae cackled and swiped Lena playfully on the back of the head.
Lena felt her cheeks burn, it was clear that the
other young women knew a lot more than she did.
“Are you really telling me you don’t know
what you signed up for?” Mae leaned in to Lena. “Has no one ever told
you what that’s for?” she whispered lavasciously into Lena’s ear and slid
a hand up the inside of her thigh.
The truth was, Lena had been brought up with great
solemnity about becoming a collector. All the girls were vetted and tested from
a very young age and if they showed promise in any of the four categories,
their life was pretty much mapped out for them from that day. Lena had been
pinpointed as a good candidate for a collector because of her striking looks,
poise, and perfect proportions.
“Lena, my dear.” Mae looked at her
intently. “I think your mother followed the rules on abstinence and denial
a little too carefully!”
“What do you mean?”
Mae rolled her eyes. “I’ve never met anyone
so sexually unaware in all my life! You must be at least twenty-one, and I bet
you’ve never even pleasured yourself, let alone anyone else.”
Lena recalled the delight on her friends’ faces
when she’d brought out her prize-winning lemon meringue pies at tea parties.
“Yes, I have,” she said defiantly,
knowing in her heart that confectionary was not what Mae was talking about…
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