I can’t believe it’s here – Taking Flight, Book 2 in A Clockwork Butterfly trilogy (erotic fantasy) – has been translated into American and re-published for your sexy reading delights!!
If chatting to the author is your thing, I’m doing a chat over at the Beachwalk Press reader’s Facebook group all day today – come and ask me anything!! I mean anything! But bear in mind, I make stuff up for a living 😀
Here’s a wee snippet – if you are a reviewer and would like a copy – I have a few – so drop me an email: tabitharayne @ gmail.com
rationalize her fear but her physiology took over, flooding her
senses with fight-or-flight cortisones. The sensation started in her
chest and swelled, radiating to every cell, making her soar above
herself and stare down at the sight of a naked, disheveled forest
nymph, bound and hanging. The imagined sight made her part her legs
and bear down, catching her arousal in her abdomen and forcing it
into her pussy, where she tried to focus all the energy that was
threatening to send her out of control. It took all her concentration
to keep everything centered there—all her fear, desire, lust,
euphoria—but she knew it was essential somehow.
someone was close. She tensed every sinew. Alert and staring, Deborah
scoured her surroundings. Something moved in the shrubbery. It darted
like an animal, low and erratic, as if cornered, but it didn’t add
up. She strained her senses in its direction and tried to catch the
scent on the breeze. Human.
nakedness. The nasal breathing of someone staring hard at the object
of their intent filled her ears. Deborah gripped the strapping on
each wrist tight and tensed her muscles in a way that she hoped would
alert the watcher to her strength in this situation, not her
vulnerability. Her skin flushed with warmth under the scrutiny of the
shadowy, hidden figure. They stared at each other; she completely
exposed and he—she could smell it was a he—completely obscured.
There was a strange control conundrum going on in Deborah’s head:
as long as he kept himself hidden and meek, she felt like she was
holding the power. She let this thought roll around in her psyche and
was amazed to feel her body relax and melt into this newfound
confidence. Letting the ropes take her weight, she hung a little,
shifting her feet apart and opening her legs to share her wet
treasure with the voyeur.
of the shoulders that carried down through her chest, hips, and
knees, and ended with a flourish on her pointed toes. Her body needed
to move and sway now, and she carried on her slow, snake-like dance,
throwing her head back as she dangled on her bindings. They took her
weight easily as she lifted her outstretched legs and brought them up
in a V shape to display her splayed, ripe pussy to the stranger. If
Deborah could have found the will inside her to stop, she would have,
but something had crept in while she was experiencing the beauty of
the forest—something feral had awakened. Maybe the forest itself
had her under a spell, mimicking its unashamed joy at being alive.
She wanted to celebrate the day, the moment, the life, her sex. She
wanted to fuck and be fucked, not just physically but spiritually.
And she felt like she was on the brink of both.
|Out June 15th|